good consent

some good consent phrases

“May I hug you?”

“When I ask you if you want to do something, you know it’s always okay to say no, right?”

“Let me know if you get uncomfortable, okay?”

“How do you feel about (x activity)?”

(When someone’s insecure about having said no and asks if it’s okay/if you’re mad or upset they said no) “I’m disappointed, of course, but I’m really glad you were willing to tell me (no/that you were uncomfortable/etc.). That’s really important to me. Thank you.”

“I’d ALWAYS rather be told no than make you feel pressured or do anything to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

“I care about you, so when something I do hurts you or makes you uncomfortable, I want to know, because I don’t like making you feel bad.”

“Wanna do (x)? It’s okay if not, but I think it would be (fun/worthwhile/prudent).”

(When starting a social phone call): “Hey, are you busy right now?”

(When confirming plans made earlier): “Hey, are you still up for doing (x) at (time) on (day)?”

“Can I vent a little about (x)?”

“Can I tell you something (gross/depressing)?”

“Are you comfortable talking about it?”

“Do you think you could talk me through this problem I’ve been having? If you have the time and emotional energy of course.”

“It’s okay if that doesn’t work for you.”

“I’m interested in spending more time with you. Would you be interested in doing (x) together on (y day)?”

“No? Well let me know if you ever want to do something else.” (leave it open! don’t nag! let it go!)

Consent culture - it’s about way more than just sex!

Give people as much freedom as possible to make their own choices without pressure or control.

Even children deserve as much autonomy as allows them to remain safe and get their needs met - remember, you can’t train a child to make good/safe/healthy choices without ever giving them choices. A child who is taught to respect consent is a child who doesn’t assault people! A child who knows they have a right to say no is a child who knows that someone who infringes on their autonomy isn’t supposed to do that.

A consent-conscious relationship is a healthier and safer relationship, and a person who is aware of and deliberate about asking for, giving, receiving, refusing, and being refused consent is a healthier and safer person.

Things that fucked me up in The Foxhole Court series (warning: spoilers):

  • Every single time Andrew did something just because Neil asked
  • “He pressed Andrew’s palm to the ugly scarring across Neil’s abdomen” 
  • Dan’s entire existence as the biggest boss in the galaxy
  • “You are a pipe dream.”
  • “I am not a pipe dream.  I’m not going anywhere.”
  • Renee saving Jean
  • Renee doing literally anything
  • Wymack hating that Neil flinches away from him and doing everything he can to prove he’s the good male role model Neil deserves???
  • RESPONSIBLE AND CARING ADULTS
  • “You hate me, remember?” “Every inch of you,” Andrew said.  “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.” ANDREW LMAO
  • SHOWER BLOW JOB/CODDLING/ANDREW FINALLY LETTING GO ENOUGH TO LET NEIL SEE HIM FEEL PLEASURE (partly because he can’t bear to leave Neil’s side to take care of it alone FUCK)
  • “Yes or no?”
  • VIGOROUS CONSENT and Andreil knowing each other well enough to tell when the other isn’t in a good enough place to consent even when they think they are??
  • Neil calling Andrew a “drama queen” behind his back
  • Nicky getting the happiness he deserves in Erik
  • “Who’s humanizing who in that relationship, anyway?” NICKY OMFG
  • Andrew needing to map every single scar/wound on Neil’s body and Neil letting him
  • Andrew saying “I told you not to look at me like that” after Neil stares at him with fucking giant anime heart eyes when the sunlight hits his hair
  • Matt and his spikey hair (/everything)
  • Casual 3 hour bus chats where Andreil loses track of time smh
  • How fucking short Andreil is???  5 foot **nothing*** is right
  • Neil saying he wants a vacation and Andrew almost cutting Kevin’s dick off when he tries to get in the way of it
  • BED SHARING IN THE CABIN ffs
  • Honestly that whole woodland retreat with team bonding took me the fuck out
  • “The only one I’m interested in is you.”  Demi!Neil is watering every crop in my field??
  • “Thank you.  You were amazing.”  (aka me @ Nora Sakavic)

aziraphale is very, very slow to adapt to the times, especially in his appearance. people having been getting taller and taller over time, especially in the last couple of centuries. therefore, the logical conclusion to draw is that aziraphale is short. like, super short, he’s probably like 5′2″. crowley, of course, loves the new average heights and is almost a foot taller, which he is unashamed to use to his advantage 

anonymous asked:

Well I was gonna say since the age of sexual consent is 18 in Japan doesn't it contradict Kaka/Saku (added the slash so it will not appear in the tags)

Out of curiosity I decided I would check my own fanworks to see how old Sakura is when she’s depicted having sex with Kakashi:

I Think I Read About This Once In Icha Icha: “How was it that she was barely twenty years old and already felt like an old maid?”

Your Most Important Person: “And when you turned eighteen, you were in Suna, and since you’ve come back we’ve both been so busy…”

Walk of Shame: “We’ve been flirting like crazy for two years, had sexual tension for four years, been comrades for six years, and known each other for ten years, we’re finally about to do it and this is what you say to me?” (Sakura must be 22.)

To Give Is To Receive: Sukea:  “It’s been over ten years since I showed my face out here, so…” Sakura must be at least 23. (I actually mentally assumed her to be around 26 or 27 in this story, and for her and Kakashi to have gotten married when she was around 21.)

Open Up My Eager Eyes: Naruto to Sasuke: “You missed my wedding, bastard!” Sakura must be at least 20.

So much for my own work. Obviously, it’s totally possible to have KakaSaku in which both parties are above the age of 18.

Through the magic of fanfiction, it is also possible to have KakaSaku in which they’re the same age, or in which Sakura is Kakashi’s teacher, or in which time travel is involved.

And of course, the Shinobi world isn’t Japan. In Japan, this kind of thing is not legal:

Originally posted by charizaard

Ah, remember when Anko told a bunch of thirteen year olds the rules permitted killing each other with no penalty? Remember how Gaara did kill some other teenagers with no penalty? Good times.

Moreover, in the manga, Shikamaru is shown smoking at age sixteen, which is definitely under the legal age in Japan, and nobody gives a shit, including when he’s smoking right in front of the Hokage.

Basically, absent any information in canon about what the age of consent is and how strictly it’s enforced (because a law that isn’t actually enforced might as well not exist), I honestly don’t have any problem with fic that depicts Sakura having a sexual relationship with Kakashi aged 16-17, even though I don’t write it myself. I mean, I enjoy Sense and Sensibility, in which 35-year-old Colonel Brandon falls in love with 16-year-old Marianne Dashwood. I have different standards for historical and fantasy works than for modern real life.

If it squicks you, that’s valid! You don’t have to read it! :D

I really can’t stress enough how important it is to talk to your friends, family members, and partners regularly about their right to set boundaries, even ones that inconvenience you.

We absolutely live in a hierarchial abuse culture where people can and do impose their will on each other in a million tiny ways. A lot of people just expect it - they’ll make choices according to the assumption that you, too, are invested in controlling them to whatever degree - because unless you consciously make a point not to be, it’s possible that you are.

In a healthy relationship people ask for consent often - “Do you want to do this? Are you comfortable with this? Is there anything you think we should change about this plan?” And then, they clarify that negative answers are totally normal and okay.

Checking in can sound like, “Hey, you know I love doing X but if you ever don’t want to you know that’s okay, right?” It’s paying attention to nonverbal cues that someone is uncomfortable and giving them an out - “You don’t seem excited about this party, I want you to know it totally won’t be a big deal if you’d rather not.”

In a healthy relationship there’s a huge difference between “no” and “you shouldn’t have asked”. “No” is normal and expected and it’s assumed that sometimes it will be the response. There’s an intentional effort not to punish each other for not always giving each other what you want.

Normalize “no” in all your relationships. Seek it out! Give people extra opportunities to say no! And accept it. Recognise that it’s a good sign when your loved ones feel safe enough to not agree to things they don’t want out of fear of your reaction.

Just - check in. I don’t care what kind of relationship it is, don’t assume people know it’s safe to say no to you unless you remind them and show them regularly. Making space for healthy boundaries is one of the most important things to communicate with the people that you care about.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really enjoy your blog! I have a concept for a game that's a bit complex to explain, but the gist is the protag is able to enter a dimension that's influenced by the experiences of others. He's able to help them, not through 'fixing' their mental illnesses by defeating enemies or anything, but uncovering hidden or repressed issues. I'm sorry if this is a vague desc but I wanted to ask what you think and general tips to avoid unfortunate implications? thank you sorry if this is a weird ask

Oooh, that sounds like Psychonauts, which is like one of my favorite video games of all time (see here).

Alright, so here’s my suggestions:

  • Consult with people who have the mental illness in question. Listen to and implement their input. This is critical. If you only use one of my tips, make it this one.
  • Have the mentally ill NPCs explicitly consent to having the protagonist enter these dimensions and uncover the hidden / repressed issues. 
    • Note - This is one of the few things I don’t like about Psychonauts - for many characters, the consent isn’t there, even though it ultimately helps them.

  • Have the NPCs make an appearance in the other dimension and even be an active part of uncovering their own issues.
  • Go to TVtropes. Look through the tropes on mental illness (here). If you find tropes that exactly match what you’re planning on doing, be very, very careful. Tropes are tools, but be careful to avoid overdone or offensive stereotypes. 

  • Think about incorporating some of the lesser-known mental illnesses, not just the well-known ones.

  • Even if you do only use well-known mental illnesses, shake things up a bit. Research the many different ways mental illness can be expressed. For instance, OCD isn’t always being a germophobe who excessively cleans (see here for some examples).

  • Incorporate the different mental illnesses into the game mechanics of the specific dimension. For instance, you could have the PC move more slowly in the depressed world, or have an escort mission in a world based on dependent personality disorder.

  • This one’s probably obvious, but incorporate the mental illness into the level design. In consultation with people with mental illness (mentioned in my first tip), create an environment that reflects and stylizes their experiences.

Followers, do you have any other tips?


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And done! I am so happy with this!
Aaaaah finally! I think I have my tattoo illustration.
Still not sire if I should turn them “ragdoll” or not though.

Look at those wings. I really don’t know why I stopped using inks.

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#actualchildstilesstilinski

Another Mitjo fic!

It’s cute fluff this time (no horrible sad zombie AU which I hate but can’t stop thinking about.)

SUMMARY: Jonas is in his second or third year of marine biology at university.  He and Mitch live in an apartment together.  Uhhh also Mitch is making some pretty sweet dough from selling drugs by now???

A/N:  A lot of this is based off of personal experiences with friends taking me to clubs with them and such.  I outlined this in some sort of post-club stupor at 4:30am last week, and I guess I decided to actually finish an idea for once???

Also, this is my first time trying to write in present tense???  It feels super weird to do, but I hope it reads okay!

Anyways, happy Valentines Mitjo Day!!

@smokeplanet @mitjo  <3

Here’s uhhh, oh my god is this the title…

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fic: sore spots, Merrill/Isabela

I haven’t managed to write a lot of fic lately, for good and bad reasons, but I did participate in @wintersend-exchange this year and wrote some very talky Merrill/Isabela for the lovely hobbitdragon

“This is a very good sort of mess, isn’t it?”

Isabela does not look up. She’s sitting at end of one of Kirkwall’s worst piers, the wood gone halfway to lattice and the water slick with oil. Kelp moves sluggishly with every tug of tide or boat or thick air. Gulls screech, curling and savage.

Merrill stands at her back, breathing hard.

Did she run through the docks?

“I mean, everyone’s busy,” Merrill says. “And it’s tangled. I’m nearly used to the shouting.” She pauses. “Though I don’t know about the smell.”

Isabela’s jaw aches, but she can’t help her smile. She lifts her head, watches Merrill tilt hers in self-satisfaction.

“That’s better.”

Isabela snorts. “What is It, Merrill?”

“I just wanted to find you,” she says. “It was easy.”

“That’s me.”

Merrill’s expression turns quizzical. “I know that’s a sex joke, Isabela,” she says, “But I’m not sure how it’s a sex joke.”  

Isabela swallows. It’s not quite a laugh. “That, kitten, makes me want to do filthy things with diagrams.”

“That would be lovely, I’m sure,” Merrill says, easing down beside her. “But I still don’t know what that has to do with human sex jokes. I don’t need a diagram to know it’d be very nice to feel you up to the wrist while you’re tied to the bed, even if It is pretty.” She grins. “Bodies aren’t easy, anyway. Not one of them. Have you ever thought about how we’re all put together, because, I—Isabela?”

“Merrill,” Isabela says, slowly. “Why are we talking about fisting?”

Chapped lips press her cheek. “Because you looked sad.”

Another kiss. “And because I wanted to be sneaky,” she says, laughing a warm, quiet exhale, lip caught between her teeth. “You all talk to me like I’ve never been touched.”

“That,” Isabela says, “Was not my best choice.” She reaches out, grazes Merrill’s jaw with her thumb, smiling as the other woman leans into the brief touch.

“Would you make another?”

“I might, kitten.”

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anonymous asked:

Did it ever occur to you that shipping Shepard and Ryder is really gross? It's predatory and unnecessary.

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pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: @marquis-de-labaguette: “oh actually could you write one with like daveed and a reader thats like a lot younger than him like obvi 18 but at the most like 22″

summary: a birthday dare introduces reader to daveed, who has a very nice present to give her

warnings: NSFW, smut! Alcohol, clippng lyrics (SHOCKER), kitchen sex, Daddy! kink, dirty talk, begging

word count: 3,459

a/n title from ‘body and blood’ by clippng, which is also the song used in this fic. i’m garbage. embrace it. PART TWO HERE

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Things I love about David and Syd’s relationship: 

-The fact that their relationship started in the first episode rather than dealing with several seasons worth of agonizing “Will they or won’t they?”

-The fact that they are both so in love with each other. Some couples on TV seem unbalanced, like person A loves person B more than person B loves person A. They are both wildly in love and would do anything for each other. They worry about each other all the time. They love to spend time together, and in a world of uncertainty the one thing they are certain of is each other. 

-Really good modeling of consent and respecting boundaries. They both have issues and they both do their best to understand and respect them. They don’t always succeed but they try to learn from their mistakes so they will not repeat them. 

- They both realize there is still a lot they don’t know about each other, or themselves for that matter, but they care about each other enough to face whatever comes their way together. 

anonymous asked:

hey, i was watching the cr stream but i tuned out when tary started talking abt him and his mentor/tutor because i was worried it was gonna be a homophobic "creepy gay man hitting on younger boy" joke. gathering from your post though, that's not what happened, right? i missed basically up until tary said he thought his mentor was probably killed for whatever he did

i was too! but vax asked what age taryon was at the time and taryon implied he was older at the time of the relationship. i get where you’re coming from though i got really nervous sam was gonna throw one of those plotlines at us and i was going to have to drag him to hell and back.

Sugar, Oh Honey Honey

This is the first part of my Viktuuri sugar daddy au! This part is just an introduction so there won’t be a ton of romance, but part two definitely will have some.

Yuuri Katsuki was struggling, but he was to ashamed to admit why he’d found himself looking at sugar baby website. He’d always been stubborn when it came to taking his friends advice since he thought he’d be able to manage on his own throughout college without doing some ridiculous job. However when his friend Phichit suggested he became a sugar baby, he wasn’t fully against it. That job always came with a reputation that wasn’t the best, and since Yuuri was going to be in the public eye, that is if he could skate well, he didn’t want people to find out. Yet he still found himself looking at the sign up page for a website called beneficial relations. The website seemed professional for what it was advertising, but Yuuri couldn’t overlook the suggestive adds that were plastered on the sides

Find Russian singles in your area

Yuuri let out a sigh as he dismissed the pop up add. Once the image of a pretty blonde woman, was off his webpage, he found his mouse gravitating towards the sign up tab. He spent five minutes going over the pros and cons of this entire idea. He was single, so maybe he’d find an actual relationship out of this, but he’d never been in a serious relationship so he doubt he be any good at it. One major pro was the cash he’d earn. He knew that lonely people would do anything for love. Even give away hundreds of dollars for fake love. Yuuri remembered Phichit telling him how much money he’d earned from his sugar daddies, which was currently his method for paying off student loans.

Both had been friends since hey entered the rink at the age of eight. After spending years together and forming and inseparable bond, they both respectively chose the same university that catered to both their dreams. Phichit wanted to get a degree in photography, and Yuuri was determined to go into professional figure skating. They found a program for both of them in one of Russia’s best colleges located in the center of St. Petersburg. They both were into competitive figure skating, so they’d made the best choice in moving to the country that had produced the best figure skater ever.

Speaking of Viktor Nikivorov. Yuuri had idolized the ground the man walked on, and was as dedicated as a fan could be.Yuuri had always found himself captivated by the way the Russian moved himself. He could show the grace of a swan one minute, and the next be full of sex appeal. The thought was kind of scary just how perfect he was. Yuuri had seen him years ago and decided for himself that skating would be his career. The time and devotion that Yuuri had to the ice was similar to the devotion he had for Viktor. That was his main reason for choosing the college located in the figure skaters hometown. Yuuri knew the odds of meeting Viktor were one hundred to one, but he allowed his mind to think he had a chance at meeting him.

Yuuri returned his focus to the website in front of him, making him groan at the thought of making a decision. He spent a good four minutes before an adrenaline kicked in, and forced Yuuri to enter his email and create a password. Reading all the legal terms and conditions of the website, he finally clicked the sign up button. Once they had confirmed that he wasn’t a robot, Yuuri was faced with, what he thought, the most difficult task ever. Creating a profile. He typed in his username going with yurionice and wrote a small bio about his life. He wanted to include some good facts, but not enough for a stalker to find him. He wrote about his university of choice, ice skating, and his favorite food, pork cutlet bowls.

After choosing the most appealing picture of himself, Yuuri made his profile public and closed his laptop a little to hard. He had a lot to think about. What if someone wanted to just use him? What if no one was interested in him? What if they saw him in person and were disgusted with him? Yuuri felt his breathing getting heavier, along with his eyes become blurry with tears. Rejection was something that Yuuri feared the most. There was a saying that all skaters have hearts of glass, which was completely true in most cases. And Yuuri was one of those cases.

“Yuuri are you ok?”

Yuuri heard the voice of his best friend, and felt immediately better. Phichit knew about Yuuri’s anxiety attacks and was always so helpful. Feeling his heart beat at a normal rate Yuuri finally returned Phichit’s gaze,” Yeah I’m fine. Just got a little freaked out by this whole thing.”

Phichit’s eyes were drawn to Yuuri’s laptop where it sat on his bed, still not fully understanding what Yuuri meant. It was like fitting the last pieces of a puzzle together, and Yuuri could imagine the gears turning in his friends head. Appearantly it was harder for Phichit to figure out than Yuuri thought, as he still had the puzzled look plastered on his face. Figuring that he should help is friend out, Yuuri gestured between the laptop and himself to see if that would help at all. Finally Phichit seemed to understand what Yuuri was trying to say, and gasped. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” Yuuri said as he let a small chuckle leave his lips. He knew Phichit would react this way, but it was still funny to see him get excited over the smallest of things. That was one of the many reasons that Yuuri loved Phichit. platonically of course. Their relationship was one that Yuuri held near and dear to him. “Since you suggested it and since I’m broke, I figured this was the best option.”

“Well I don’t want you to be forced into anything Yuuri.” Phichit said with slight concern.

“Don’t worry about it. I kind wouldn’t mind being fawned over.”

Phichit laughed at that,” Yeah that’s defiantly a perk, but since you’ re new why don’t we go get some coffee and I’ll fill you in on all the rules you need to follow?”

“Ok” Yuuri said with a small smile on his face.

Both boys made their way to a local coffee shop, making small talk along the way. This was one of their favorite places to meet up, due to the fact that it was only a couple blocks away from their shared apartment. Another thing that Yuuri loved about the coffee shop was how good the food was. Yuuri was skeptical of Russian foods when he first arrived there, but the coffee shop was perfect because it catered mostly American pastries.

“So are there any specific rules I need to follow, or did you just want me to take you out?” Yuuri aid as he and Phichit headed for a table at the back of the restaurant. Yuuri didn’t need anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. He hated the criticizing looks that some people had. Yuuri cursed his anxiety for that. He new deep down that nobody really cared, but the thought was still quite worrying for him. Being a sugar baby might help with his confidence in some ways, which is why Yuuri was excited to start.

“Don’t talk to anyone who makes you feel uncomfortable , and remember that you set the boundaries. They cant force you into anything without your consent.”

“Good to know, but you could’ve told me those two things back at our apartment.” Yuuri sighed.

“I know I could’ve, I just wanted to drag you out of your hermit shell. It seems like you only leave the house for classes or practice.”

“Well being a dance major, and studying under a prestigious coach for your figure skating career takes effort, the only reason I’m doing this whole sugar baby thing is because college is expensive.”

   It was true. Yuuri barely had time for himself, and when he didn’t have a scheduled day he would continue to practice or just stay at home. He wasn’t an complete introvert, but he wasn’t to crazy about socializing. He’d been forced to socialize since he was very young. That was how he met Phichit, which he didn’t regret. In fact Phichit was one of the only friends that Yuuri had managed to keep throughout his life. He still had his family, Minako, and Yuuko of course but Phichit was different. He’d been someone who didn’t baby him, or treat him like he was fragile. Also Phichit was younger so Yuuri could dote on him if he wanted to. 

“That’s true, this certain job is putting me through college.” Phichit laughed. “Why don’t we head back. I’ve got a essay that needs to be written and you have a sugar daddy to find.”

“Why do you want to go home all of a sudden.” Yuuri said as he turned a bright shade of red. Leave it to Phichit to embarrass him in public.

“Well I’ve had enough of wasting your money on coffee.” Phichit said as he gave Yuuri a sly look.”

“Gee thanks.” Yuuri sighed as he and Phichit both made their way back to their apartment.


Viktor sighed as he fell back onto the couch in his lonely apartment. He looked up at the grey ceiling completely bored with everything around him. It had been a few weeks since his big win at the Grand Prix Finals, and the luster of gold medals was starting to wear off. It was his sixth medal in a row, which was something to be proud of. However he was to lonely to even consider celebrating. The thought of leaving his apartment sent a shiver down the Russians spine. He might’ve been a common name to anyone that watched figure skating, but Viktor didn’t really have a ton of friends that he could spend time with. Or that were in the same country as him.

Suddenly he was struck with an idea. This certain idea was implanted in his brain when he heard his friend Chris talk about it at the banquet. He had no idea why sugar babies were brought up in the first place, but he couldn’t help but listen at what his friends had to say. He was really surprised that People under the age of fifty even had sugar babies, but it did make sense. Figure skaters didn’t really have time to commit to actual relationships, but since sugar babies were paid to do whatever they did, the relationship was beneficial for both parties.

Viktor could just check the website, and if he wasn’t interested he didn’t have to do a thing about it. With that in mind he checked the recently added profiles to see if anyone caught his attention. The profiles all seemed bland. Pretty faces, but Viktor could tell that they were fake. He knew from experience what fake smiles looked like. His career had taught him that lesson a little to well. Every single person who was interested in him always wanted something from him. Like he could give them something that they didn’t have. Viktor had been scrolling for a while, and was about to call it quits until he saw someone who caught his eye.

His name was Yuuri Katsuki and he was breath taking. The photo of him showed him in what appeared to be a Japanese castle, but Viktor was having a hard time focusing on the background. Viktor had obviously made his decision in whom he would pursue, and now had no choice but to sign up. Once all his info had been confirmed, he skimmed over his bio to check for any misspelled words. He decided against a profile pic, thinking of haw the media would react to the news that Viktor was a sugar daddy. He decided to play it safe.

 Once his profile was public, he retuned his attention to Yuuri Katsuki. He’d learnt that he was a skater, which was good. They’d have something to talk about. He also was attending college in St. Petersburg, which made things more convenient for him since it was walking distance from his apartment. Yuuri Appearantly liked Video games as well. Viktor didn’t really have time for that, but he’d make time or Yuuri. Viktor could’ve read an autobiography about Yuuri, but a better idea came to mind.

After retyping the message several times he finally felt like it was up to his standards. The message was simple, but it got across the point that Viktor was defiantly interested. Yet he still hadn’t sent it. He’d been staring at the computer screen for over a minute hoping that the message would just send for him. It wouldn’t . Viktor knew he’d have to be the one to hit send in the first place but the idea of it was making him extremely nervous. More nervous than he’d ever been for a competion, or for a press conference.

Finally bighting the bullet, Viktor hit sent then slammed his laptop shut. He’d wait for Yuuri to respond, the text him back when he did. Except it wasn’t that easy. Viktor even downloaded the app to check if Yuuri had responded, but nothing. Pacing around his apartment, Viktor decided that the best thing for him right now was to probably get some practice in. Even if he’d just won gold, he still needed to keep his skills sharp. Gathering up his skates and a proper coat, Viktor left his apartment to try and clear his. Yuuri Katsuki had done something, and Viktor hoped it was for good.


later that night Yuuri received a message,

 Hi Yuuri! I’m Viktor. I saw in your bio that you live in St. Petersburg, which is where I live. Would you maybe like to get coffee sometime?


Authors Note: I have been writing this for five days now, so I hope it turns out ok. I know this is real long, but who cares. If you have any feedback/suggestions feel free to message me or ask!

Smut Pet Peeves #463

Lack of consent and/or safe practices


Trigger Warning: Brief mention of rape 

I was but a wee young thing when I first discovered smut, maybe 10 or 11, Quizilla was at the height of its popularity, and Naruto and Inuyasha were life. A lot of my formative information about sex came from fanfiction. I’d wager that this is even more true today for Gen Z and the Alpha Generation because they are born internet natives. 

So, it really bothers me when smut depicts non-consensual sex. Consent is always sexy people, always. A good, long conversation about consent and what is and is not acceptable in the bedroom can even be used as a sexy lead-up to the actual smut. This is especially true when writing anything that is a potentially dangerous kink (Shibari, temperature play, bondage, whipping, flogging, choking, etc). Also, a scene without consent that includes a lot of rough sex can come off as rape rather than the hot sex scene a writer is going for. This can be triggering to people who are rape survivors. It is better to err on the side of caution and write consent, or, include a trigger warning if a rape scene is a necessary component for character motivation or plot.

In the same vein are writers who portray the characters jumping into bed with each other with no thoughts of protection, possibilities of pregnancy, or STD contraction. If the character is supposed to get pregnant off a drunken one night stand fine, but please include a PSA or something about safe sex. Sex education (at least in the US) is really terrible in a lot of places, and I would argue that the internet community has a responsibility to portray sex in a safe and consensual manner. 

Writers, please portray safe and consensual sex.

Outsiders S2E6

On the Mountain

Things on Shay mountain escalated quickly this episode… and I’m glad. I thought the Farrell hostage situation would be drawn out for a few episodes, but Kinnah weren’t messing around. They killed that poor guy and that was all G’Win needed to consent (and good). I agreed with half the crap Moregon said to G’Win… it was the truth. As soon as she found out the Kinnah were no good, she ran her ass straight to Big Foster. She got a big side eye from me on that because just a couple of days ago she got on Hasil for coming to her with his problems and now look at her. Granted, her problem was a huge deal for the whole clan, but it’s interesting that the first thing the leader did during a major crisis was turn to someone else (I might have been cool with it if she hadn’t said what she said to Hasil… because that IS what family is for). I was also mad at whoever made the preview for this episode. Had us all looking forward to G’Win getting shot when it was really just Shurn making assumptions. 😒 When Moregon started going on about how the strongest had to die, I was thinking she better be careful because she seemed to be the strongest around at that point. I didn’t think for a second G’Win would kill Big Foster, but I was actually surprised when G’Win turned the knife on herself… and that teamwork move to kill/severely injure Moregon was nice.

 Lil Foster

My heart breaks for this man more and more each week. While I don’t give a shit that that racist ass man is dead, I feel really bad for Lil Foster. He’s not a killer, but that guy pushed him and pushed him and pushed him. Previews for next week have me hopeful that our mountain teddy bear will be home soon.

Wade and Ledda

I feel the need to congratulate Wade again for not turning back to his pills. This man has so much on his plate right now and it seems like everyone around him insists on acting crazy, jackass-like, or stupid. Ledda sees her days as numbered and is really showing out, which is fine, honestly. She should spend her final days living her life the way she wants, but I wish she’d do it in a way that doesn’t bring weird strangers into her house or get her cat murdered or get burning things thrown through her windows… she does have a family after all.

Sasil

My loves. In their first scene together this week, we see Sally Ann laying everything out for Hasil.

She’s getting her shit together. She’s thinking, planning, and making lists. I was proud of her, but not surprised. She was the one bringing in the money when she lived with James, so she knows how to run a home. As frustrated as she and Hasil both were (“I know you know what toilet paper is.” “How much air cost down here?”), I’m glad she took the time to break everything down. And when her frustration reached its peak, Hasil quickly reassured her that he was going to do his part. I love that he asked her to trust him and she said, “okay,” and that was the end of the conversation. Hasil proved she was right to trust when he brought home money, as promised, and even more significantly… when Sally Ann asked him how he got his black eye, he told the truth. He didn’t even hesitate. I really expected him to lie y’all. I expected it because it seemed like the sort of things the writers would have him do just to up the drama, as if they didn’t already have enough. It’s not just that though. I thought he would lie because I thought Sally Ann would not be okay with him making money that way. And you know, I don’t think she’s okay with it all, but they really are in between a rock and a hard place. The best she could do is ask him to be safe, and he said he would, and our boy has proven himself to be a man of his word.

 He better keep safe, because Sally Ann, me, and the rest of the Sasil crew will hurt him if he goes off and gets himself hurt… and whoever hurts him will share the fate of ol’ nazi ass dude in the prison yard. If Hasil keeps up like he did his first night fighting (and so long as no one cheats), then we have nothing to worry about. He’s even built up some fans! Check out those 3 finger cheers in the background!

 I was, and am, very excited that Hasil and Sally Ann have their own place, but I quickly realized that I fairytaled the whole thing up in my head (I blame that kissing up against the wall scene we’ve been sneak peeking for months). Hasil’s reaction to the new place sort of broke my heart. Like I know he was glad they had a place to stay and he was so cute and playful, but you could see through it. He was trying to hide some very complex emotions with a smile ( @saturnineaqua describes this really well in her review).

 The last Sasil scene with Hasil out in the backyard really drove all this home. Hasil will do anything for Sally Ann and his baby, but he really misses the mountain and…

 I feel like I say this every week, but I wish they could have it all y’all. I need Hasil to win the Official Underground Fighting Ring National Championship and use those winnings to build him and his new family a happy little electricity and toilet paper having mountain cabin so they have the best of both worlds.

Oh and Hasil is going to be an awesome and fun daddy. That whole “It’s so big I lost ya,” scene…. Be still my heart at the thought of him playing like that with a mini Sally Ann or Hasil.

Oh and another thing! Don’t know how I could forget. I was dying at Hasil’s body language when Sally Ann pulled away from him to go talk about tables and chairs and shelves

No worries though. He brought up the placement of the bed to get things going the direction he (and we!) really wanted.