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Sunshine Aromantic

A label for when you're on the aromantic spectrum and want to date people.

Moonlight Aromantic

A label for when you're on the aromantic spectrum and don't want to date people.

Eclipse Aromantic

A label for when you're on the aromantic spectrum and switch between wanting and not wanting to date people.

Starlight Aromantic

A label for when you're on the aromantic spectrum and aren't sure if you want to date people.

This mother has lost all of her children at once by Israeli air strikes. She refuses to wash her hands when people tell her to because she doesn't want to lose the last real thing she has left of them.

"My kids are gone. My kids are gone, people. God take care of them please, I can't bear this anymore." Then at the end she asks if all of their bodies have been brought to the hospital, she says: "Did they bring mohammed? Where is he?"

How does a person just go on after this? Demand a ceasefire now. Don't stay silent, reblog amd repost and do everything you can to make this genocide stop!

it’s important to take a break and eat; something that bruno doesn’t do often, unless it’s (name)’s pussy)

BON APPETIT (BRUNO BUCCIARATI)

✐ AUTHOR’S NOTES: throw back to another old drabble i did last year.

WORD COUNT: 868

TW: afab!reader, ftm!reader, pussy-eating, pet names, switch!reader, mentions of creaming

Being with Bruno was interesting. He was a gentle lover (unless something had pissed him off, and his poor lover's pussy would be the one taking the beating) and praised (Name) daily, continually showering him with praise. His favorite way of honoring his precious dove was sexual; it was a treat for both him and his dove as he got to indulge in his beautiful cries of sheer bliss while his legs trembled for the electricity that coursed through his veins.

Like now, for example.

(Name) whimpered pathetically, biting down on his knuckle as he felt the tip of Bruno's hot tongue flicked against his aching clitoris, legs trembled as he sucked on the sopping folds; his fingers entangled in his unruly hair as he ate (Name) like a man starved, suckling on his glistening pussy. "B-Bruno," he choked out, tears flooding his burning eyes as his lover responded with a simple hum, looking up at (Name) while continuing to eat him out. "I told you—fuuuuck—that you need to eat real food—oh shit; I'm not food, goddamn it," (Name) gasped, arching his back, eyes blown wide while the taller male squeezed his thighs, dipping his tongue back into his dripping pussy, savoring the taste of his syrups on his tongue.

God, he was starving for his little dove; his chest surged whenever he heard his pretty dove warble for him. Those beautiful noises that escaped (Name)’s throat were all caused by him, and he beamed with pride.

"Please, shut up and let me eat," Bruno mumbled, kissing (Name)'s inner thighs. He was always gentle, always kind when it came to sex, but today, Bruno was needy and desperate to taste (Name). His tongue dipped between his pussy lips, caressing his sensitive clitoris, and drinking in his sweet moans. "Good boy," he praised, prodding (Name)'s pussy with his two fingers, spreading apart the lips, and blew a gentle stream.

(Name) squealed, his toes curling as he gripped the headrest, letting his head fall back with his mouth gaped open. "Bruno, please!" (Name) mewled, his body shaking from pure euphoria, skin burning—everything burned, but it felt so fucking right; heat simmered underneath his flesh, and white spots danced in her blurred vision. His body was glossed in a thin sheen of sweat, breathing heavily as Bruno ate him out; he whimpered pitifully, looking down at his blue-haired lover, rocking his hips back and forth. "Hn, lemme cum already, goddamn it," he hissed, clenching his teeth.

"I thought you wanted me to eat some real food?" Bruno taunted with a wink, spreading (Name)’s legs apart. He could see the anger and desire burning in (Name)’s eyes; it made him smirk against his rigid clitoris, feeling him adjust his body weight and feel his pussy smother his face. His dove had guts; he would admit, feeling him seat herself on his face, rocking his hips back and forth with he kept a firm grip on his hair.

He sang again, moaning out his name, his words slurred together as he rode Bruno’s tongue. "Oh, fuck yes! Your tongue feels so good on my pussy, Bruno. Fuck me with your tongue some more like a good boy," (Name) crooned, wetting his bottom lip with he moaned, holding (Name)’s hips, squeezing until his nails pressed into his flesh.

A good boy (Name) called him; shit, he almost came from that nickname alone. (Name)’s sudden burst of dominance, the pain that tingled his scalp, and the praising were making Bruno a mess as he rode his face with vigor, suckling and tongue fucking his pretty pussy. "Yeaaah," his dove crooned, slurring his words while aggressively rocking his hips, rutting against his tongue desperately, chasing after his orgasm. "You like that? Me sitting on your face while you fuck me with your tongue, don't you?" He sang; (Name)’s chest rising and falling, licking his bottom lip.

His warbling made Bruno moan against his throbbing clitoris, the vibration spreading across his pussy. (Name) panted, a white-hot pleasure searing his body while his eyes fluttered, his eyes rolling to the back of his head while he came on Bruno's tongue with a cry, continuing his fast pace on his tongue.

Bruno’s tongue savored the taste of his pussy, fingers digging into his hips as he greedily ate him out, groaning as he sang for him; such a good dove and good pets deserved rewards. (Name) stopped his pace, his breathing heavily as he rode out his orgasm, still sitting on Bruno's face. "Good boy," he panted, lifting himself off his face, and stroked his cheek, smiling at his reddened face, curling up against his body.

"Never thought my dove had a dominate side," he teased, sitting up to wipe his damp face.

"I don't. I was just in the mood and you were being an asshole," he retorted.

"Don't make me fuck you, dove. You're probably tired from your orgasm; it felt good, creaming on my face, didn't it?" Bruno teased, biting his exposed shoulder, tracing the curve of his spine, feeling his dove shiver under his touch.

He let his head fall back, moaning, "Yeah, it felt good, and I'll do it again."

Hobie Brown wasn't actually a runway model; Key Term, "Briefly"

I keep seeing people saying Hobie Brown was a runway model because of this specific line-

(Sorry for the bad quality, I couldn't find a gif)

"I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model"

I know a lot of people say that he was a runway model as a joke, but some people are misinterpreting the line. He wasn't actually a runway model. He crashed a runway. Thus the line, "briefly".

Now, I'm not saying headcanoning him as a runway model is wrong, it doesn't really matter to me, but I just feel like that would be very OOC (out-of-character), and considering his values, he definitely wasn't canonically a runway model.

Modeling is a job in which every aspect of your life is controlled by an agency. The food you eat, the clothes you wear, your weight, your body, your hair, even your friends are determined by your modeling agent. Many models do not have access to free speech or free will and are under powerful contracts which limit their freedom heavily. Hobie Brown would not advocate for this at all. I don't believe the same Hobie Brown that protests against fascists and actively fights for freedom and loving yourself would want to be a runway model and have every aspect of his life controlled by a greedy agency. Not to say that he wouldn't absolutely kill it on a runway, but it would be very OOC for him to have been or currently be a runway model.

Activists often crash runways to publicize certain things, like animal rights or animal cruelty. Hobie was probably doing the same thing or something similar, since he is technically an activist, an activist for freedom of speech and basic human rights.

This is more of a rant than anything else, and I just really wanted to get this off my chest because I've seen a lot of people posting about him being a runway model. Headcanon him however you'd like, but if you want to be accurate, please try to do some research before-hand. The writers did an immaculate job at making him a very deep, well-thought out, well-written character, so try not to misinterpret him! 💜

I don't know what's going on. I want to be neutral, but I want to be masculine, but not a man. I want to be feminine, but I don't want to have boobs. I want to be flat, but I don't want nipples. I want people to call me Janelle Monae, but I don't want them to call me a woman. I want to have a beard, but nothing manly down there. I want to wear dresses and binders and chain earrings and chokers and suits.

I want to be other. I want people to see me and think "is that a guy or a girl". I want to confuse them. Like my gender is a secret, and not one.

Calling myself trans feels right, but...what am I transitioning to?

(please tag with #hasy thoughts)

Submitted March 22, 2023

I think I’ve officially outgrown tumblr fanfics, it’s hard to find decent new stuff that isn’t just another smau full of poorly written characters that are nothing like their original personalities. For fandoms like Jujutsu Kaisen all the men are written like Toji=mean+horny, Sukuna=mean+less horny, Gojo=teasing+horny with little to any more depth. Or like Tokyo Revengers where most of the guys are given the same personality depending on if they’re categorized as confident or quiet. Then they make all dom-leaning characters talk with a forced accent that they definitely do not have, sometimes it’s a blaccent other times it’s a lot of “gi’me” instead of give me or “ya” instead of you. Its gotten to a point where they straight up just won’t say full words and I cannot describe the visceral ick it gives me lol. Don’t get me wrong I’ve been able to find good stuff on here before and I don’t doubt that there are good writers in these fandoms, it’s just getting harder to come by. I stopped using Wattpad for similar poor writing and it’s sad to see it happening here now.

Edit: I don’t plan on replying to the ppl reblogging this bc most of them are not approaching the conversation with the same level of maturity as I have.

If you think that having a blank blog means that you’re not able to give criticism as a reader then you’re just wrong idk what to tell you. That’s the reality that comes with writing and posting your work, that by no means justifies stuff like harassment or bullying, but that’s clearly not what I’ve done. Sorry if you took my opinions personally bc you have a 👀certain👀 taste in fanfic and smut tho lol

every single queer term relating to gender is turned into some binary bullshit and i'm tired. like why do you all hate people who don't fit the binary so much.

when transsexual was the term for trans men and trans women, transgender was coined mainly and mostly to describe people outside the binary.

then the aptobinaries decided they didn't like transsexual anymore and took over transgender. which, at this point, is almost as binary as transsexual used to be.

nonbinary people are constantly divided into transmascs and transfems, into amabs and afabs, into boy nonbinaries and girl nonbinaries.

genderqueerness suddenly needs to include aptobinaries despite it being an old term synonymous with nonbinary. genderqueerness suddenly needs to include aptobinaries in order to not alienate them, but instead alienate those the term was created by and for. despite "gender nonconforming" being right there.

just say you hate us and go. just say you want to centre the gender binary and aptobinary people in everything that was created by and for those of us outside of the binary. you all took over transgender, then nonbinary, then genderqueer, the last identity i have left and all because you think that "everyone is a little bit genderqueer" in the same way ableists say that "everyone is a little bit autistic", because you think "your gender doesn't need to be genderqueer to be genderqueer, you just need to dislike the gender binary", in the same way radfems say "you don't need to be attracted to women to be lesbian, it's enough to dislike men".

stop turning our identities into ideologies and stances. all of this was created by us out of marginalisation and taken over by those with aptobinary privilege over us.

genderqueer and gender nonconforming aren't the same thing. if you're always, fully and exclusively either male or female, this term was not made for you.

nothing has ever felt as much like home as a genderqueer identity and you all wanna centre the binary in it. stop.

Trans Male Readers reading through the dysphoric and painful fanfics be like:

Nobody defends billionaires more than hundredaires.

small cultural & Colombia/Latin related details from Encanto 🇨🇴

the flowers on Isabela’s dress and in her hair - cattleya trianae orchids (may lilies), national flowers of Colombia

Camilo snapping his fingers when he is excited

Mirabel using her lips to point

flowered balconies (like in Cartagena)

ruanas (ponchos) that Bruno and Camilo wore

Dolores’ “squeaks”

inviting the whole town/neighbourhood to a party

sombrero vueltiao - traditional Colombian hat

Isabela being covered in the colors of Colombian flag (🇨🇴) during her song

and many many more!

(this is for all the people who still say Encanto is not about Colombians ; sorry about the quality of the gifs)