these women want none of your

“sexuality is a choice”

“women wouldn’t get raped if they didn’t wear revealing clothes”

“there are only two genders”

“i’m not trying to be sexist/racist, but..”

“a/bi/pansexuality isn’t real”

“gay people shouldn’t have children”

“i don’t want to be friends with a gay person, they could hit on me”

“you can’t identify with the gender you want to be, only the one you were born with”

female writers + beautiful quotes (based on their actual sign)

*IN HONOR OF INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY*

ARIES: Maya Angelou (Pisces Mercury in the 8th House)

“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I’ll rise!”

TAURUS: Charlotte Brontë (Aries Mercury in the 8th House)

“I do not think, sir, you have any right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience.”

GEMINI: Gwendolyn Brooks (Taurus Mercury in the 9th House)

“It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud. Nevertheless, live. Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.”

CANCER: Anna Akhmatova (Gemini Mercury)

“The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; the whole time I was praying you would read my eyes and understand what I was never able to understand. See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.”

LEO: J.K. Rowling (Virgo Mercury in the 7th House)

“The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.”

VIRGO: Dorothy Parker (Leo Mercury in the 4th House)

“If I didn’t care for fun and such, I’d probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, because I do not give a damn.”

LIBRA: Marina Tsvetaeva (Libra Mercury)

“I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just – sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And – kiss your heart.”

SCORPIO: Anne Sexton (Libra Mercury)

“Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb. Let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.”

SAGITTARIUS: Jane Austen (Sagittarius Mercury in the 3rd House)

“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”

CAPRICORN: Simone de Beauvoir (Capricorn Mercury in the 2nd House)

“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”

AQUARIUS: Virginia Woolf (Aquarius Mercury in the 10th House)

“Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.” 

PISCES: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Pisces Mercury in the 6th House)

“What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.”

“Bullet Points On Your First Date With A Trans Woman”

1: Since your gonna ask yes, some trans women have dicks,
no, you cannot ask us about it,
we will tell you if we are comfortable.
So if you got buns and you don’t want none but our anaconda
then save your money and run out and buy a dildo.
Hit up Venus Envy*, they got you.

2: What you’ve seen in porn: forget it.
If all you know of us is wet skin flicks
of trans girls sucking dick
you can just stick to that and leave us alone.
Or at least watch good trans porn.
Hit up Courtney Trouble, she got you.

3: Know your date will be cute.
All trans girls are cute, I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules.
So whether she’s short or tall
hold her close and call
“You’re so gorgeous, baby doll”
cause she’ll be putting button eyes to shame.

4: If you’re going to take us out
please make an attempt for it to be fun.
Cause if it is you’ll see the sun
rising up in the column of her chest
to beam through her teeth like morning’s break.
Date idea? I dunno, cheezy bread? Hit up Dominos, they got you.

5: Now, there’s a good chance your girl might be a bit awkward,
cause for some of us believe that this is tough too.
So if she’s shy just tell her “Boo,
its ok that it’s just me and you”.
She going to need to learn to trust,
cause she’s probably been burned before.

6: If you’re out and someone says something, yells something,
try not to start a fight.
Because the wrongs of your fist won’t make it right,
not tonight, bloodshed and might
won’t break transphobia like an eye socket;
won’t fold it like a broken nose.

7: If you’re out and someone says something, she might get quiet
and even if whispered, trust, she’s heard it,
tranny, heshe, shemale, faggot,
and that casts her deep inside her own pit
of funhouse mirror and screaming voices repeating
every time those words have been said to her.

8: If she withdraws understand it’s not you, she’s just human.
Realize that some of us have spent our lives
standing on bridges over water trying not to dive
because riverbeds looks soft like graves
and quieter than the streets and schools
and jobs and houses and even our own minds.

9: Hold her. Let her know its ok.
Take her home but not to bed, kiss her on the head
and thank the stars that she’s not dead .
Cause you got a glimpse of what’s been said,
and what she’s lived through and suffered through
and survived for so many days to even date you.

10: Try again.
It won’t always be like this.
Don’t shy away just because
the world is spiteful and cruel and wrong.
There is so much love that can be given
when we don’t give in to hate.

So hit us up.
We got you.



*Venus Envy is a local feminist bookstore/sex shop. Replace with your own local awesome store.

Truth

Author’s Note: i ruined my own ass with this one. chanyeol posted some instagram mess and i’ve been wrecked since 10AM.

Summary: You meet Chanyeol at a club, and you force yourself to be honest with yourself - about your wants, your needs, and who you really could be. 

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)

Genre: smut

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; dirty talk

Word Count: 4,773

Originally posted by babyuns

You aren’t really sure how you got here.

This is not like you.

Lie: you know exactly how you got here. With him. Pressed against your back with his hands on your hips; moving you, guiding you, easing you against his half-hard groin in time with the music. In the dark.

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A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | TAEHYUNG VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K

In your household nothing was truly what it seemed; your mother was having an affair with her business partner, leaving your stepfather to work himself into a pit of denial. The only person who had real feelings under that roof was you. You felt disgust when your mother would blatantly lie to her husband, you felt overwhelmed and stressed because of university, and you felt the euphoria of your late night rendezvous with Taehyung.

Your stepbrother.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!taehyung + sub!reader, degrading, humiliation, spanking + strong language

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

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A friend and I are making a notebook of weird/random things we hear around school. Here’s a few of my faves so far;

- “if I throw a thot down the main stairwell, how much force is being implied each time her ass bounces on a stair?”

- “is this you on your medicine?”
“Yes”
“I think you may need a higher dose…”

- “I’m gonna marry some old dude, finesse him for his money, and wait until he dies”

- “what if someone went out there (at the car rider loop) and started shooting tires off cars?”
“Oh, I’d be laughing. Pop pop pop”

- “ “I am more sexually attracted to forearms than I am sexual organs”
“So you would fuck her forearm?”
“Most definitely”

- “this isn’t black enough to match my burning, bleeding soul”

- “what if the real eclipse was happening today?”
“This is the real eclipse?”
“That’s just what they want you to think…”

- “how many Doritos do you have in your bag?!”
“That’s none of your damn business”

- “I’m sexually attracted to pink socks”

- “shredded cheese is just a plot by the government to steal our women”

- “if Tom Brady can make a touchdown, then I can be a fucking princess, Patricia”

- “PATRICA, DON’T TAKE MY FUCKING SALAD, I HAVE TO WATCH MY CARBS SO I DON’T GET FUCKING FAT LIKE YOUR SISTER!!!!”

- *gets 64 on major test* “D is for diploma”

- “what are you doing tonight?”
“Erectifying my skin”
“Is that even a word?”
“I don’t know!!”

- (about a retired principal) “why is she still ALIVE???”

- “I have a lot of things that are going wrong”

- “my parental family sold me to an orphanage for three gummy bears, and you think your life is bad?”

- “I’m asking my stepmom to seND ME A PICTURE OF MY DAD’S ASHES”

- *random gibberish* “that’s how you see me??”

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FEMALE AWESOME MEME - [1/5] FEMALE CHARACTERS WHO DESERVE BETTER

                     S  U  N    B  A  K

I have met strong women before. But… none of them were like you. Soo-jin said you have a heart as soft as a baby bird. It was what made me like you the moment we met. Part of me wants you to find your brother and make him pay for what he has done. I know that part of me would enjoy your revenge. Whatever you do child… do not let it be at the cost of your beautiful heart.

Call Me Mistress – Ramen (M) (Part 1)

Summary: A long-term client hires the Mistress to help celebrate his best friend’s birthday.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, with guest appearances by Jimin and Jooheon (Monsta X)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 10,537

Warning: Sub!Jungkook, Domme!Reader, BDSM, femdom, sexual themes, spanking, public humiliation, sexual harassment/groping, alcohol, profanity

Series: Call Me Mistress

A/N: Jungkook’s story will have multiple parts because the opportunity to share the Mistress’ business practices with new clients was too good pass up. Hope you enjoy!

Client List: Prologue | River (Namjoon) | Ramen (Jungkook): Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3 | (more forthcoming)

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— off limits | 06 (m)

pairing— kim seokjin x reader
genre/warnings— angst, smut and fluff !! Seokjin finally grows some balls ;)
words— 14,153

:: summary— you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…

  » 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: 07 ::

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Diamoric Love

A summary version of this post can be found here.

Several weeks ago, I became frustrated with the failure of words like ‘straight’ or ‘gay’ to encompass relationships of non-binary people. I coined the term dionysian to describe non-binary relationships and attraction, which are neither ‘opposite gender’ nor necessarily ‘same gender’. You can read the original post and the elaboration in the provided links.

The term itself, referring to a hellenic deity of trans and intersex people, was met with justified criticism. In response to ensuing debate, a channel was started on Discord and promoted on tumblr for NB people to come and help decide on a new word to fill this lexical gap. After a solid week of hard debate, the dozens present narrowed our work down to two terms and then held a poll on tumblr.

The results of the poll favored diamoric as the replacement term for dionysian.

The best place to read about the definition of diamoric is in the two links in the first paragraph. Simply substitute the old term for the new. The definition provided for dionysian still accurately describes the spirit of this term.

The Definition

Diamoric is an intentionally flexible, loose term.

It came out of recognizing the failure of binary terms like “straight” and “gay” to be useful or accurate for many NB people. NB genders vary so vastly that even two non-binary people in a relationship may not feel that their relationship is accurately described as “same-gender” or “gay”, and can even feel misgendered by the implications. For example, my own relationship as an androgyne with an nb trans boy can only be construed as a gay relationship if you reduce us both to our genitals. A non-binary person in a relationship with a binary man or woman is at an even further loss. Their relationship is far from “straight”, but it’s not technically “gay” or “same-gender” either. So what is it?

It’s diamoric.

The Etymology

From the greek prefix “dia-”, meaning “passing through”, “going apart”, and “thoroughly/completely” and the latin “amor” for love, diamoric literally refers to love, attraction, or partnerships that pass through, go apart from, or completely encompass the gender spectrum.

The use of this word includes all types of love, romantic or not.

The preferred pronunciation is  [ ,daɪə'mɔɹɪk ], or “dye - uh - MOR - ik”.

A diamoric relationship or attraction is one that involves at least one non-binary person.

  • A genderfluid person’s attraction to a woman is diamoric.
  • An enby’s hook-up with an androgyne is diamoric.
  • A man’s queerplatonic partnership with a demiboy is diamoric (and could also be achillean if they chose to use both).
  • A genderfluid woman’s romance with a genderfluid man is diamoric (and could also be gay, sapphic, or achillean depending on how their genders line up in time.)
  • A bigender person’s marriage to an agender person is diamoric.
  • A triad between a woman, a demigirl, and an agender person is diamoric.
  • A man’s attraction to an enby is diamoric.
  • A lesbian dating an agender person is a lesbian in a diamoric relationship.

A diamoric person is a person who centers NB people and NB partnerships in their life.

Only non-binary people may use diamoric as an identity. Only NB people can call themselves diamoric. Technically, any NB person who seeks partnerships of any kind with any gender could call themselves diamoric, but it’s most useful and meaningful for NBs who wish to proclaim their prioritization of other NBs.

An NB person who is most interested in, happiest, and most comfortable with other NB people may find it a useful self-identifier; they are diamoric. Even if they would be content dating men or women, but they don’t want to define themselves by that, and would rather define themselves by their love for NB people and for being NB - they are diamoric.

Diamoric is not meant to replace existing words.

It is meant to give language to people who feel they have none.

If you’re an NB lesbian and your sapphic attraction is your priority, you may never feel inclined to use diamoric, and that’s fine. But if you’re an NB lesbian who wishes to emphasize your NB identity in addition to your love for women, “diamoric lesbian” might be a label that you like.

If you’re a demiboy who loves men and ‘achillean’ is all you need, more power to you. You don’t have to use this word if it says nothing about you that achillean doesn’t.

This word is a supplement to existing language that is free to use by NBs who want or need it. It is not a word to be imposed on NBs who don’t need it.

Fun things:

  • I’m so gay? More like I’m so dia ;)
  • Calling your NB partner your diamour!
  • Want to include diamoric in your sexual orientation? How about dia-bisexual! Dia-pansexual! Dia-gay!

Context: all of use have experience as players, two of us as DM, but tonight a player wanted to be behind the curtain. None of us are sure what to expect, specially since we have a Trickster Domain Cleric

Genasi Sorcerer: ooc - well im dead after that failed roll

Cleric: running over to his body I shout out to me god “This man has not lived ling enough to drink, party, lay with women, and just be a fun guy! Dont let him pass!”

Moments pass with no answer and we gather up to leave the room.

DM: you all hear a gasping sound across the room as the Genasi begins to breath. A feint whisper at the back of your mind, Cleric, says “and you thought I was ignoring you hahahaha”

The table lost it as the Cleric was tricked by his own god.

Your wife is hot part 2 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The Justice League is coming over at Wayne’s mansion for a barbecue…

Someone asked for a part two, so here’s a part two …Hope you’ll enjoy :s

Part one

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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You didn’t really expect the Leaguers to take you up on your barbecue offer…but they did. And this times, they were all here. Fortunately, Wayne mansion’s garden was massive. And with multiple trips to shops, Alfred you and your boys were able to bring enough food of all kind that it was all good. 

Except that you were stressed, yet again. So many superheroes in the same place, wasn’t it a bit of bad luck ? Like asking for a catastrophe to happen ? Oh my God, what if a major world threat arrived in your garden and started to destroy everything ?

You felt an arm go around your shoulder, and, instantly recognizing it, you wrapped your own arm around his waist. 

Bruce. Your Bruce. You snuggle into his side. 

-Are you nervous again ? 

-Is that this obvious ? 

-Only to me, I know you darling. 

You smiled to him and went on your tip toe to kiss him. Even on your tippy toes though, you were too short and he bent forward to meet your lips. Fucking giant man. 

-It’s going to be alright. They know they should leave you alone, they might be all more powerful than me physically, but they know better than to actually piss me off. You know, I got plans to take them down.

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I’ve Always Been Home

I Have Loved You Since One Shots: I’ve Always Been Home (Part 1 of 2)

Masterlist

*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*

There was a pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your mouth.

Your vision was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.

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you’re hot (when you’re mad)

isaac knows the perfect way to distract his wife when she’s angry.  


inspired by this post:  “you know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex” and “can we fuck? like, now?”  


“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Isaac.” I sighed. “You’re not listening to me.”

He reclined further against the pillows on our bed and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am, honey. You’re mad because you think I’m trying to control you. You think I’m trying to turn you into an obedient little Stepford Wife, just because I said I wanted you to stop working so much.”

“Stop saying ‘I think.’ It’s dismissive and inaccurate. I know those things to be facts.”

The corner of his mouth turned up in a subtle smirk. “Oh, do you now? I love it when you act like a little know-it-all. It turns me on.”

“I-saac, stop flirting with me like we’re teenagers. I’m being serious. You knew when you married me that I wasn’t going to be a typical housewife for you. Now all of a sudden, you want me to stay home?”

Isaac shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, and I feel like you know that. Will you just come back to bed?” The covers were up to his waist, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little bit tempted.

“No,” I muttered with half conviction, full petulance, regretfully tearing my gaze from his sun-kissed, toned chest, and the light smattering of hair that covered the hard plane under his stomach, the treasure trail that led to happier places than this conversation. “I’m not getting back in bed until you apologize.” I was standing at the foot of the mattress, admittedly with my hands on my hips, none too proud of my stubborn streak. Isaac was being ridiculous, so I had to hold my ground. Maybe if I kept telling myself I was standing up for women everywhere, I could get through this argument.

“What do you want me to apologize for? Noticing that you were becoming a workaholic? That you’re always tired and frustrated after you come home from work? Baby, all I did was suggest you should cut back on work, delegate some of your responsibilities to other people.”

I shook my head. “No, I can’t. I don’t want my boss to think I can’t handle all of it. He already makes sexist jokes about how I’m the first woman he’s ever promoted to my position. Besides, you said you wanted me to stay home, not work less.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Okay, fine, it’s not. Is it so bad that I want to spend more time with my wife?”

“We… spend time together…” I mumbled unconvincingly.

Isaac laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah, I get to talk to you five minutes before bed because you pass out so quickly from being at work till 9 pm. Oh, and if I’m lucky on the weekend, in between your 15 minute breaks because you bring the office home with you.”

I groaned and paced to the other side of the room. “Well, what do you want me to do?! I’m sorry I care about my job!”

“I get that! I care about my job too, but at least I’m here. And you’re not. I feel like all I ever do is cook and clean and wait for you to get back, holding out some small hope that you might stay awake for just a minute longer so I can share maybe two words with you–that’s if you’re not too tired from crying into my shoulder because you had a bad day at work.”

“Well I–I mean,” I stammered, aimlessly grappling for another line of argument, “so, that’s what this is about? You’re tired of comforting me when I cry?”

“No, of course not–”

“So then, you’d rather I cook and clean, have the house spotless and dinner ready on the table when you get home from work?” Isaac didn’t say anything. A knowing grin spread across his face, accompanied with a playful twinkle in his eyes, and no counterpoint could’ve pissed me off more than that.Well?

“I’m not doing this with you anymore,” he said calmly. “I’m not engaging in this because we both know you instigate fights when you’re defensive. And you’re defensive because you know I’m right. You’re trying to spin this into a feminist issue, willfully ignoring my valid points. At this point, you’re just Fox News-ing soundbites to make me sound sexist.”

“Really? Fox News-ing soundbites? Cute.”

“I thought I was talking to my wife, not Bill O’Reilly…”

I audibly gasped. “You did not just call me Bill O’Reilly. Have fun sleeping on the couch tonight, buddy.”

Isaac chuckled. I stared back, trying to appear unimpressed, trying not to give away that I was completely turned on. It’s not like I could help my biological responses. My female sensibilities always swooned whenever Isaac managed to stay calm, while also simultaneously calling out my bullshit. Not many people could do that. It’s why I married him: Isaac could put me in my place. I needed that sometimes. Still, I didn’t like admitting I was wrong.

“You’re only hearing what you want to hear,” he continued. “You’re not listening to what I’m saying, so I’m not arguing with you anymore.”

“Fine. You’re the one who brought it up.” I threw my hands up in frustration and headed towards the bedroom door, stopping when he called out my name.

“Woah, woah. Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

I turned the knob and opened the door. “Um, I’m leaving? Since you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”

Isaac’s grin disappeared. “This is true. I’m done talking, but you’re not going anywhere.” He tilted his head and looked me up and down. Five years married, I still hadn’t built up an immunity to The Look.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” I challenged. My defenses were crumbling with each passing second, my flesh burning each time his hungry eyes raked over my body.

“Because darling, you’re hot when you’re mad, and having it out with you always makes me horny. Since I know you are too, why don’t we stop talking in circles, and fuck. Like, now.”  A few moments passed and we stared each other down, both waiting for the other to make the next move. “Come on baby, I can almost taste you from over here. And you look so sexy standing over there in nothing but panties and my t-shirt. Get back in this bed, Mrs. Lahey.”

Shit. He pulled out the surname card. There went my last line of defense. “You know what? Fuck it,” I muttered, and stormed angrily across our room. I crawled over the mattress to straddle his waist where he leaned against the headboard. I peeled off my t-shirt and his fingers wrapped around my throat, reeling me in for a harsh kiss, gnashing together teeth and tongue.

“You really know how to get under my skin,” I spoke against his pliant, soft mouth, weaving my fingers through his hair to tug on his curls.

He chuckled. “That’s exactly where I intend to be, pet.” Isaac’s hands traveled up my thighs and under my ass. He roughly squeezed, then swiftly, he brought down one hand and smacked my ass. I yelped at the unexpected contact, then moaned as he rubbed the stinging area. He spread apart my cheeks and moved aside my underwear. Isaac slipped a finger into my folds and spread my wetness over my clit, circling the bundle of nerves slowly. It was when he started spelling out the alphabet over the sensitive bud that I started emitting whiny little gasps. When he got to W, I was mewling and riding his hand. “What do you say, princess? Wanna ride my cock? Or are you still mad at me?” he mocked.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m furious actually, but for now, I wanna fuck your brains out.” I removed the covers from his naked body and fisted his shaft, holding it steady so I could spit on the tip. I spread the slick saliva all over his cock while he fucked my mouth with the fingers he just took out of my pussy. Smug asshole knew I liked sucking on his fingers. They were just so long and elegant and pretty and I loved the way Isaac could reach the back of my throat. There was also his kink about laying his fingers flat against my tongue and stroking the flesh to let me taste myself.

I continued to stroke him, albeit needlessly. “Well, that didn’t take long. You must really like it when I’m mad. Do you just piss me off on purpose, honey?”

Isaac smirked. “Like you’re complaining. You like makeup sex as much as I do. So why don’t you stop messing around,” Isaac continued, gently extracting my hand from his cock and lifting my hips so he was positioned at my entrance, “and take me where you really need me?”

I scoffed. “Me, need you? I think it’s the other way around.”

Suddenly, Isaac stopped circling my clit. “Is that so?” He removed his hands from my body altogether, sat back, smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. I gaped. Oh no he did not.

“Are you kidding me?” I deadpanned. “You’re seriously gonna stop now?”

Isaac shrugged. “It’s not like I need you.”

I glanced down. “Your boner suggests otherwise.”

“I can take care of that myself.”

“What, and pass this up? You think your hand compares to me?” Isaac remained unfazed, challenging me with one raised brow. “Aww come on, Lahey, what was it you were saying earlier? About getting under my skin?” I made my voice small and delicate, and bit down on Isaac’s earlobe when I spoke. “Don’t you want to be inside me, baby?” Positioning myself on his thigh, I rode him the way I did the first time we fucked, in the driver’s seat of his car after Derek and Stiles said “I do.” I remember the way Isaac’s lips tasted like champagne and icing when I shoved him against his car door, pulled him down by his tie, and kissed him for the first time since we ended things in high school. “Remember the first time I rode you like this?” Isaac pressed his thumbs into my hip bones and guided my movements. The cocky pretense was gone, replaced by hazy lust. He grunted an affirmation. “It was right after Derek and Stiles got married. We fucked for the first time that night, and you made me come twice. In a fucking car. I think I knew then you were the one,” I joked.

Isaac grinned. “It takes flexibility to do what we did in that car. That was all you.”

My laughter transformed into a heady moan as my clit brushed against his leg in that perfect angle. “You felt so good inside me that night. I love the way you feel Isaac, how you fill me up and stretch me out. Please, baby, I want you so bad. I want–ah! want you, inside me… it’s so warm inside this body, and it’s so soft.” Even though I was trying to make Isaac cave, there wasn’t any deception behind my words. I needed him now. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna come, and I really wanna come all over your cock. Please fuck me, Isaac, please… I want it so bad…”

“Shit, are you beggin’ me?” Isaac’s fingers wrapped into my hair and he pulled me down to kiss me. “Are you fuckin’ begging me?” In a flurry of movement, Isaac had me on my back, and positioned himself at my entrance. “This what you want?” He slid into me so fast and hard my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head. My back arched away from the mattress, and he wrapped his arm around my torso as he slammed into me relentlessly. “Fuck, how do you always feel so good?” He grunted into my shoulder. Suddenly, he stopped. This whiny little noise escaped my throat at the loss of contact. “Turn over. Do it, now. Good, now stick your ass out.” He delivered another stinging slap to to my ass. “Higher, just like that. Wanna fuck you just… like that…”

For the second time, Isaac entered me, sheathed hilt-deep in my pussy. It was all I could do to claw at my sheets because the new angle Isaac had achieved was making it hard to stay on my knees. His hand on my hip holding me in place was helping a little bit.

“Isaac,” I managed to say, albeit breathily, “I’m gonna come.”

He slowed his movement and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my spine. “Good, me too.” Isaac snaked a hand around my hip and toyed with my clit. All the while he fucked me slow and deep, with his chest against my back, talking filth into my ear. My moans came out in silent mewls, with frustrated growls peppered in because Isaac’s pace was torturously slow. “There it is, there’s that anger I love so much,” Isaac said. “Look at you, clawing at the sheets, fuckin’ growling at me. You hate it when I go slow like this, don’t you?” He pumped into me again, this time, with more gusto, and I could feel my orgasm bubbling up, so close to brimming over.

“Please, Isaac,” I moaned pathetically.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me come,” I whined.

“Shhh, baby, you’ll come soon enough. You’re just gonna have to be a little patient–oh, shit, you just gonna clench around me like that? Make your pussy all nice and tight for me like that?” Isaac grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, tugged sharply the way I liked it. “You’re gonna get it now, darling.” He rubbed my clit faster and rutted into me fast and deep. He came before me, but that was probably my fault for clenching around him. I milked out his orgasm before he sent me over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whispered as my body quivered. The jolts of pleasure continued for a good minute afterwards, and Isaac laid me on my side and cradled my body against him. He cupped my cheek and brushed soft little kisses all over my face.

“Shh, I got you,” he said softly.

When I finally recovered and muddled through the foggy haze, I realized I was no longer mad. Isaac had that effect on me when he made me come really hard, obliterating my anger and my pride, enough for me to apologize. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

“Mm-mm, don’t be. I told you angry sex fixes everything.”

I laughed. “True. You were right about all of it. I’ve been working too much. We barely see each other.”

He kissed my forehead. “S’alright. I just get worried about you. And I miss you.” Isaac moved his fingertips against my back, tracing lazy, comforting circles.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled deeper into his chest. “I’ll cut back. Wanna spend more time with you.”

“Is that right? You’re actually gonna listen to me?” He feigned shock.

I giggled and lightly punched his arm. “Shut up.” I pressed a contented kiss against his chest. “Love you,” I mumbled as I dozed off. Isaac’s fingers combed gently through my hair, lulling me into slumber.

“Love you more.”

fin.

None of us are half-Vulcans, either

When Star Trek’s original series was in production in 1966, the network said that young men would identify with Kirk, old men would identify with the doctor, and women would identify with Rand, but since no one could possibly identify with a half Vulcan, Spock should be cut from the show.

Of course Spock went on to become the most popular character on the show, and it turned out that LOTS of people identified with a half Vulcan.  Scientists identified with his being the science officer, mixed-race people identified with his being a half-breed, people with Asperger’s identified with his difficulties in understanding human social cues, and anyone who felt like an outsider or a misfit identified with his being the only alien on the bridge.

I’m glad women of color have actresses who represent them in Star Trek: Discovery, and I want to remind everyone who isn’t a woman of color that none of us are half Vulcans, either, and yet so very many of us saw aspects of ourselves in Spock.  I hope everyone will give Sonequa Martin-Green and Michelle Yeoh a chance to display the shared humanity that all of us identify with, regardless of race or gender.

After all, if you can love a guy with green blood and pointed ears, loving human women of a different race than your own should be a piece of cake. :-)

Thor Ragnarok Sentence Starters
  • “ Last time we saw you, you were trying to kill everyone. “
  • “ We’re the same, you and I.  “
  • “ I have to get off this planet!  “
  • “ We’re gonna get outta here. “
  • “ As long as the foundations are still strong, we can rebuild this place. “
  • “ A creepy old man cut my hair off! “
  • “ So much has happened since I last saw you! “
  • “ Then I went on a journey of self-discovery. “
  • “ Then I met you. “
  • “ It all got too corporate “
  • “ I don’t hang with them anymore. “
  • “ How did you end up here? “
  • “ What are you up to these days? “
  • “I can’t believe you’re alive! I saw you die. I mourned you. I cried for you.“
  • “How was I supposed to know? I can’t the see the future. I’m not a witch.“
  • “ Right here on the sidewalk or right here where the building’s being demolished? “
  • “ I swear I left them right here. “
  • “ I choose to run towards my problems, and not away from them. “
  • “ Because’s that what heroes do. “
  • “ Well, I was thinking that you drink too much and it was probably gonna kill you. “
  • “ So, if I’m gonna die, well, it might as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag. “
  • “ Do you have a better plan? “
  • “ I still hate it. It’s humiliating. “
  • “ I don’t know your game, but you can not stop me! “
  • “ My destiny is to rule all others. “
  • “ So they’re dead. I’d have liked to have seen that. “
  • “ There’s nothing wrong with women, of course, I like women. “
  • “ I think it’s great, an elite force of women warriors. “
  • “ For once in your life, don’t smash!
  • “  All his deeds of peace… none of what he did to get it! “
  • “  I think you can handle things from here. “
  • “ Now hold still. My hands aren’t as steady as they used to be! “
  • “ You think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t think for one minute, you second-rate… “
  • “ I’m not as strong as you. “
  • “ I just want a chance to prove myself. “
  • “ I’m not a queen, or a monster… “
  • “ By the Eternal Flame, you are reborn! “
  • “ What were you the god of, again? “
  • “ The revolution has begun! “
  • “ Darling, you have no idea what’s possible. “
  • “ Kneel, before your queen. “
  • “ Do you think it’s right to go back to Earth? “
  • “A wise man never seeks out war. But he must always be ready for it"
  • “ Life is about growth and change. “
  • “ Where are the weapons? “
  • “ This team of yours, it got a name? “
  • “ So I’m putting together a team. “
  • “ Where have you been? Everybody thought you were dead! “
  • “ It sounds like you had a pretty special and intimate relationship with (item) and that losing it was almost comparable to losing a loved one. “
  • “ Yeah… it’s probably for the best that we’ll never see each other again.
  • “ And you and I had a fight. “

au where sokka is trans because in the water tribe it’s not so much about your genitals say as it is about what your heart says.

traditionally, in the southern water tribe the women are the benders, healers, spiritual leaders, and homemakers. the men are the warriors and hunters. most children spend time with the men and the women to decide which part of village life they’d like to partake in. and sokka, well he’s always wanted to be a warrior just like his dad.

none of the gaang ever really talk about it. katara is used to the concept. aang doesn’t care because they had a similar concept in the air nomads. toph really doesn’t give a shit and actually really likes the idea that sokka chose to be masculine.

the-glass-heart  asked:

What is the average low, average, and high cost of a skating costume? And/all interesting things of mention that might pertain therein?

Skating costumes early in your career tend to be much less expensive, in the $200-$1000 range, depending on if they’re custom made, what fabric is used, how complicated the design is, and amount of beading. Younger skaters often buy gently used costumes at club-sponsored sales, because they grow so fast.

Olympic/World-class skater’s costumes range from $1000-$5000 each, depending on what designer, how complicated the construction of the costume is (fabric, mesh, weird design etc). and of course, how much beading. So, skaters are dropping about $10,000-$15,000 USD on costumes for every season (gotta have that exhibition outfit too!)

Designers often work with skaters to create a costume. After listening to the music, they sketch a few designs. Every skater has preferences (separate pieces, body suit, skirt fabric, sleeves, no sleeves, gloves etc). and costumes are constructed to fit exact proportions with seams that are reinforced to be flexible AND especially durable. 

Sometimes a designer is NOT the person/team that actually sews your costume, so if they have a team of stitches, your costume is going to be more expensive. 

Here’s an article from the last Olympics that talks about costumes and has an interview with one of the popular designers. 

Fun Costume Facts (A Lot are Ignored by Ficcers):

There are actually ISU regulations regarding costumes. And you can lose points for violating them. I wrote a post about them here. (Memo: Yuuri and Victor must be much more clothed than they often appear in some writers descriptions. Yurio couldn’t wear his exhibition outfit for a competition).

Almost all mesh is LINED to prevent it from warping and stretching when it is professionally cleaned. Men sometimes get away without it, but tend to have it anyway…it’s COLD out there. So, no, Yuuri probs doesn’t actually have his skin showing under that Eros mesh…but he might.

Men wear dance belts under their costumes to support/secure their junk. None of the male characters are going totally commando under their costumes, regardless of what you want to happen afterwards. Women are wearing tights, but often wear no underwear (or a thong), because the panty line would show and they have “bras” built into the costumes. 

Skating costumes can get wet (almost all bases are waterproof material due to those falls) but they aren’t machine washable because of the beading. Beading is applied BY HAND. And most of the money is going to the time spent by the designer/stitchers laying down your crystals. If they are Swarovski rhinestones, you are racking up a huge bill (i.e. probably Victor). 

The warm-up jackets are used to keep the skaters muscles warm, since it’s bad for you to warm up, skate and then let your muscles “get stiff” and “be cold” suddenly. But they jackets are ALSO used to protect their costumes. It’s why you rarely see a skater walking around without one at a competition before or after they leave the ice. Smelly sweat is easy to clean out…stains…not so much. Also: you really wanna have to have those rhinestones replaced?

Exhibition costume aren’t always made by designers and skaters often wear old costumes or put something together themselves that fits the routine, depending on what they are skating to. 

Gloves used to be frowned upon and considered ugly because they ruin the line of your hand (and they do and they are). They became more common with the advent of the CoP because elements with blade-grabbing earned more points. 

Hope that helps!

anonymous asked:

pls don't queerwash feminist history! many of the early suffragettes were queer women themselves! not just emmeline pankhurst's secret affair, but edith craig & clare atwood lived in a polyamorous triad with christabel marshall! while now's hostilities against lesbians were known, queer women of color formed many lesbian grassroots organizations in the 1970's. queer women couldn't rely on men's financial support and needed independence, so they were feminist foremothers for themselves and us.

Well, queerwashing is a new one. 

I am going to go ahead and assume you are referring to this post where I say:

“Feminism has a terrible history not being inclusive of queer identities. And feminist groups need to face that history and learn from it instead of just repeating the same patterns over and over. They need to be active in their inclusion of queer identities in their politics, and no, having a “gay best friend” does not count.”

And none of what I said in any way disputes what you said here. There were and are queer feminists. But feminism as a movement has a history of exclusion. 

Remember the lavender menace? They formed because prominent feminists were spouting queerphobic rhetoric. 

Want to talk names? Let’s discuss Julie Bindel, who co-founded Justice for Women described bisexuality as a “fashionable trend”, and ridiculously transphobic. Also she was a lesbian feminist, so being a lesbian and a feminist does not mean you can’t be queerphobic.

Also we of course won’t forget to include the Redstockings, who are your garden variety homophobes.

These are just a couple that come to mind, but let’s talk more recent. TERFs, the acronym does not stand from Transgender Exclusionary Radical Friends, those people are self proclaimed feminists. 

How about the more recent controversy, when Chimamanda Adichie said that transgender women aren’t women. 

So yes, feminism has included queer people in certain pockets of the movement, but that does not absolve them of their history of exclusion. Just because some were good, does not mean the movement as a whole can pretend that there have never been problems.

For feminism to be inclusive it cannot deny its history of exclusion. It must face it and learn from it. 

And if hearing about the history of feminism angered you so much, then maybe you need to examine yourself. Because denial of the negatives of any movement is dangerous, and if you promote that denial then you are actively damaging the people who are trying to improve. 

You can’t hide feminism’s problems behind the queer people who tried to fix them, and I doubt that those people would have wanted you to in the first place.