not most men

Two Tutors

TITLE: Two Tutors


AUTHOR: SassyShoulderAngel319

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine somehow obtaining magical powers and watching Loki and Doctor Strange fight over who gets to take you as their apprentice.


NOTES/WARNINGS: No warnings to speak of except for a single reference to Thor: Ragnarok without being too specific. As well as police stations and daggers if anyone is uncomfortable with either of those. Side note: Tumbler is actually a last name that is, apparently, on the brink of extinction?(I’d have to fact-check that but that’s one of two reasons I chose it.)-(Oh MAN it’s been a long time since I wrote for this blog! Good to be back!)


I sat boredly on the chair in the police station and stared straight ahead at the wall opposite me, chin in my hand. I was just grateful they hadn’t handcuffed me. The officer sitting on the other side of the table repeated his question. “Where were you the night of the meteor shower?”

I glanced at my other hand, which was resting on the table. “Yes,” I said.

“Yes?” the officer challenged. “Yes what? You’re finally going to answer?”

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Unpopular opinion time
  • Cisgender people aren’t automatically transphobic just because they’re cis.
  • White people aren’t automatically racist because they’re white.
  • Men aren’t automatically misogynistic, rapists or abusers, just because they’re men.
  • Everyone can be racist to everyone else of a different race. Reverse racism doesn’t exist, it’s just racism, everyone is capable of it.
  • Anyone who lies about rape accusations should receive prison time.
  • Everyone is entitled to a proper course of justice in the court of law.
  • Transgender men should be put in men’s prisons, transgender women should be put in women’s prisons.
  • Women can be abusive to their partners. Do not automatically victimise women or say “this motive means that the man deserved it” are you fucked in the head?
  • People who are incapable of looking after their child should not receive custody over the other parent.
  • Feminism is great. Everyone deserves equality, and the proper precautions should be put in place at demonstrations. However, extreme feminism is not great. It gives feminism a bad name. If you go out there shouting “MEN ARE PIGS!” “MEN DESERVE TO DIE!” and all that bullshit, you’re a fucking moron.
  • Transpecies and transrace are not things. You cannot be cat, or a horse or a fucking bunny rabbit. You cannot be black, or Asian or anything else to the race you were born. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Go ahead and call me transphobic (even though I’m not)
  • The amount of genders and sexualities that Tumblr is creating is fucking ridiculous. “Angeligender– A gender found only among angels, that is hard to describe to non-angels. For godkin and angelkin only.” “Lichtgender- A gender represented by a ball of light.” “Zodiacgender– A catch-all gender term that is used to describe when one’s gender is related to a (or their specific) zodiac sign.” I’m sorry, what?? What the fuck? No.
  • There is not 76 fucking genders. Fuck off.
  • If you are transgender male and deliberately present as female, or transgender female and deliberately present as male, and then complain that someone misgendered you, that’s your fault, nobody else’s.
  • If you are 13 and your boyfriend is 20, I’m sorry, but he’s a paedophile. “Age is just a number” yeah, then prison is just a room.
  • Stalking celebrities to a point where you find out where they live is NOT okay. Stop being a creepy little weirdo and play outside or some shit.
  • You are not edgy because you hate people. You are not edgy for self-diagnosing mental health issues. You are not edgy for self-diagnosing other medical issues. You’re a twat.

concept: letting bisexuals who aren’t men talk about being attracted to men and having crushes on men without having to add some self-deprecating “oh, how unfortunate!” caveat to it because tumblr has made them internalize the idea that liking men “taints” them somehow and makes them feel like they should be apologetic if they ever mention it.

not that i really trusted men in the first place but in light of all of these victims coming forward i’m still finding myself shocked at some of the predators being revealed, like elie wiesel and neil degrasse tyson and i really just don’t trust any of them at all anymore. they will use their star influence or their reputations for being kind and just people, or their status as respected educators to manipulate and abuse people, not just women, and while i’m glad these victims are finally feeling safe enough to speak out it’s just making my blood run cold to know that really not even the “best”, most highly regarded men are no more than abusive snakes

there is no armor in fnv that can top off the female raider painspike armor because the entire top is like two metal kitchen strainers holding the boobs with tape over the nsfw part of the boob like, there is no reason for that to exist yet it does and i respect the people that are willing to go to fashion extremes like that

All For the Game books rated by how many times Neil smiles
  • The Foxhole Court: A bad book for our boy. He only smiles three times, and one is "humorless" and the others are fake. Understandable, but still a goddamn tragedy. 1/10 because at least it's something.
  • The Raven King: Still bad. He only smiles five times. Once because he is tired, once because Wymack is worried about him, and the other three are fake as fuck and Riko-related. Bonus points because Matt almost made him smile. 3/10
  • The King's Men: A beautiful and successful book for Neil. He smiles a total of eleven times and he has never been happier. Shoutout to Andrew for being involved with most of them. Neil has stopped being fake and started letting himself be happy and we are blessed. 10/10

yall: “nobody wants a guy with a tiny dick” “short guys are ugly” “if your voice isnt deep dont talk to me”

every trans guy ever:

Not Most Men

A/N: A request on my AO3 where the reader has never been able to climax during oral sex, so she stopped wanting it, and then Spencer comes along and introduces her to the wonders. :D 


Spencer was without a doubt the most attentive lover you’d ever had. “You okay?” He asked. You’d just had your first time together, so you were laying next to each, inhaling the thick scent of the air in the bedroom.

“More than okay,” you giggled. The sheets were damp with sweat, not cooling against the fan spinning above. As you turned to him, you noticed a lock of hair slightly matted to his forehead. Just moments ago, he was moving gently above you, his arm grasping tightly to thigh and using it as leverage to thrust into your slick heat. “What about you?” Jokingly, you poked his arm as you turned into him. His breaths were still ragged, his eyes glazed over with satisfaction and need.

Although it had been your first time, it felt like you’d been together so much longer. He gathered you close and ran his fingers up your spine while you played with his hair, all the while trailing your lips along his skin.

“I feel great,” he said, his smile bright.

God, he was gorgeous, lithe muscles, not overwhelming, strong yet soft, kind and loyal. He was everything you’d been wanting, and had been so worth the wait.

There had been two other men in your life in that way. One in late high school and early college, and the other just as you graduated college which lasted for about two years. While both men had been nice and respectful, you’d been missing something in your sex life - you didn’t know what it was, but you found it in Spencer.

Your first boyfriend, in high school, you’d been in love with him, but college had pulled you apart, and when it came to sex, neither of you really got into a rhythm. On the other hand, your second boyfriend had been someone to spend your time with and you’d wanted it to work, for you to love him, but you couldn’t, and in bed, he was just okay.

Spencer on the other hand was gentle, skilled, deft and all around loving. Speaking of, he rolled over you and started kissing down you collarbone - the sweat on your body was like oil, his kisses igniting the firing and heating you up all over again. “You have the most beautiful body,” he breathed. Hearing him say that made you blush with embarrassment; you’d never thought of yourself as much. You took pride in your face - that you liked, but your body? No way.

He continued to kiss along your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin as he approached the mounds of your breasts. Fingers came up to gently twist your nipples, bringing them back to hardened peaks within seconds. As he pressed kisses lower and lower, approaching your sex, you felt the need to warn him. “Ummm, Spence?”

“Yea?” His gaze was hooded and needy - almost sleeping looking. He was simultaneously sexy and adorable. How the actual fuck?

One thing your previous boyfriends hadn’t been able to do for you was make you climax with their mouths - ever. “I should warn you that I have never, ever been able to come from oral sex. My first boyfriend was so bad at it that I stopped wanting it.”

“Are you opposed to trying again? Because…I think I could get you to like it.” He kissed the skin just above your belly button. “Love it actually.” He was looking mighty confident.

How was he saying such things while looking so goddamn cute. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you craned your head back slightly and closed your eyes, your breath hitching at the thoughts of what Spencer would do. Hesitantly, he started kissing lower and lower until his bottom lip grazed your clit. “I’m going to explore everything. Taste you. Slip my fingers in between your folds. Watch you catch your breath as I touch you. You’re going to come undone.”

This was not the Spencer you’d been dating for the past few months, but oh my god was it welcome - to know there were two sides of him was enthralling. A slight whimper escaped you as his tongue just barely touched you. You were trying to relax. Just because one guy wasn’t good at it, didn’t mean anything. Maybe Spencer would be able to bring you that kind of release. Honestly, if anyone could, it was him.

Slowly, his pointer finger ghosted over your clit and toward your folds. He delicately kissed you over and over again. At first, they were just chaste kisses, but as your breathing deepened, he added his tongue. When he licked up your slit, your legs involuntarily started to close, but Spencer wanted all of you - he wanted to see, he wanted to taste…honestly, it seemed like he wanted to own you, and you were fine with letting him.

Placing his large hands along the tops of your thighs, he held them open, eyeing you as you licked your lip. “Spence…”


“More,” you breathed. This had been the closest you’d been, the most you’d ever enjoyed someone going down on you. “Please.”

Spencer said nothing and returned to what he was doing, delving his tongue further into you and tasting your arousal, now mixed with his saliva. The mixture easily allowed for his first two fingers to slip inside you and brush forward against that sensitive spot. “Oh!” You swallowed hard against the sensation and when he added his tongue and perfect pink lips back into the mix, the heat radiated from your core and drove you to grasp at your breasts and increase the sensations.

Over and over again, he lapped at the juices that flowed from you. Before, the sounds and sensations had seemed clumsy, but with Spencer it felt natural. You arched upward slightly, pushing your sex into his mouth, which he greedily devoured.

His tongue entered your sex this time and made you gasp. “I’m so close,” you breathed. “Please.” You tensed up against his ministrations.

“Relax, I’ve got you.” He spoke against you, the slight rumblings of his voice rolling through you and radiating outward. “Just breathe through it.”

One last time, he flattened his tongue against your sex and slid it upward, pursing his lips against your clit to pull your climax from you. “Oh fuck, Spence.”

Legs trembling, your lower half lurched upward and sought out Spencer’s mouth until the release subsided. “Oh wow, Spence.” You looked down to where his face rested in between your legs, a smug smile upon his face. “Proud of yourself, are you?”

“Hell yea,” he laughed. “Most men don’t take the time to learn what their ladies like. Not me though.”

“You definitely aren’t most men.”

Nope, he was one in a million.

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2017 World Championships || Yuzuru Hanyu, “Hope and Legacy

126.12 TES + 97.08 PCS → 223.20 (world record)

anonymous asked:

He wasn't a video game writer (although his daughter now is) but Terry Pratchett was one of the Straight White Men who could write marginalised characters well.

Shit you right!

Terry Pratchett would have never done this to us.

Here’s the thing though about Pratchett that makes him stand out. Pratchett was no better than any other Straight White Man at the beginning. His first books are terrible when it comes to marginalized representation, he was That White Straight Guy.

But, he wanted to change. He wanted to become a writer for EVERYONE, he actively sought to do better and to make an impact. He practiced his marginalized characters over and over, he made his stories about them again and again; getting better each time. He educated himself on their plights, their lives, and then he realized they were people too. Who deserved to be more than caricatures for his hero’s sake.

He equalized his characters, he took the privileged characters down a peg and gave a foot up to the marginalized characters. And he did still slip up in places, but he always promised to do better next time and delivered on that promise.

Which is unlike every other Straight White Man writer who either decides that he is fine where he is or that if he had made a few changes and it would have work out. They’re not actively looking to listen, they’re just looking to be adequate.

Terry Pratchett went above and beyond to break away from the Straight White Man slump (that he did exist in for a while), no other Straight White Man writer is willing to do that for a single character and become a true allied voice for marginalized communities. Especially not in the Gaming Industry.