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Sorry I've been basically afk for so long - I really thought that after my medical month things would lighten up... They have not. Instead shit hit the fan.
I won't go into detail but there's a lot of sickness, debt, and general mental breakdowns 😊
But all in all - I've only been active with very few select people privately, and otherwise being social has taken a major back-burner. I'm sorry.
I hope it'll resolve well, and hopefully soon.
Sorry to add to any of your dashes, and I hope you're all keeping as well as is possible in these times. 💕
I think the thing that we're all missing here in regards to the disney cruella movie high society Dalmatian cliffside murder fiasco is that even with a female screenplay writer the expectations of the IP holder entity are still that by default women aren't selfish or evil or cruel, that something has to happen to somehow twist a woman (read: 'the protectors of kindness decency in our society') into a monster. they have to work around their harmful beliefs, that women are not humans with the same chance to be selfish and mean as men, but instead caricatures... or long-winded explanations why they fell short of the caricature of the good, proper, nice, decent woman
it's not actually feminist to just about face from 'women are 2d cutouts' to 'give women traumatic complexity and detailed backstories... that explain why they are a 2d cutout while pretending to be subversive'
Detective Regina Bishop (@homeformyheart 's detective) and Detective Nelly Greywood having good time, doing their nails and discussing about their beloved vampires ❤
“Okay, you have to tell me where you got this color, it’s so pretty!” Regina gushes, tilting her hand side-to-side so the light would reflect off the gold color.
“I’ve had this one for forever,” Nelly replies, grabbing the remote and turning to the tv. “Okay, so which movie do you want to sing-along to?”
Regina smirks and gives her a sly look. “I know you’re trying to avoid talking about Mason, but you’re going to have to dish at some point.”
Nelly blushes but manages to retort, “Well then you’re going to have to dish on a certain Commanding Agent.”
“Only if I get to add some whiskey to this tea,” Regina says half-jokingly. “Anyway, let’s pick a movie - Les Miserables or Hercules?”
“Those soundtracks are very fitting, but what about Wicked or Mulan?” Nelly continues to scroll through the options.
Detective Regina Bishop (@homeformyheart 's detective) and Detective Nelly Greywood having good time, doing their nails and discussing about their beloved vampires ❤
white gays, stop saying that you don’t support Palestine because it’s illegal to be gay there challenge. First off, the fact that you think the solution to that is allowing the complete genocide of a group is disgusting, second off, Israel is not any better.
This is pinkwashing:
and when you look at Wikipedia, here is the first thing that pops up:
Israel literally has a reputation for blackmailing gays, which you would know if you looked passed yourselves for once in your lives. They are only viewed as pro gay because of marketing, not because of actual policies. In most places, gay marriage is not even recognized. Plus that does not stop homophobia within communities, that is just surface level shit.
Also, you are not the people being affected by those laws. You are not the people living in Palestine, you are so fucking privileged and guess what, homosexuality exists outside of the Western world!! There are gay Palestinians who are being killed in those bombings!! You are weaponizing someone’s human rights in order to make a point that “oh, the other side is better” and you look stupid.
And guess what, homophobia there is a direct result of western colonization!! Who would have thought, I don’t understand why this does not fucking click for some of you, countless countries did not give TWO SHITS about homosexuality and gender until the western world invaded, colonized, occupied, etc. Not to mention, why the fuck would you think a country having homophobic policies is justification for genocide?? Are you fucking kidding me??
In order for countries/states/etc to work on social laws, they have to stabilize (in a very broad sense) first. This has been going on since 1948, it’s unlikely that they would be able to push for these laws that many stabilized countries do not even have!! Gay marriage in the US wasn’t legalized until 2015, and Stonewall was 1969, this shit isn’t ancient history, it’s very recent. Get your head out of your ass.
Oh and lastly, STOP using this as an excuse to be antisemitic. If that is your goal, you don’t actually care about what’s happening in Palestine, you are just a bigot.
For F: “That position looks impossible enough, let’s try it.”
thank you V for the prompt!! this definitely got away from me, but I hope it works!
author’s note: thank you for the request, @hunnybadgerv. i hope this does your prompt justice and sorry for the length, all the intimacy feels got away from me (and i have to give a lot of inspiration credit to @gavcowles). this is very soft, the smut really plays a secondary role to the intimacy and respect for the boundaries of an aspec partner.
*just fyi: my enby detective hayley uses she/they pronouns and is aspec. hope you all enjoy!
copyright: all characters, except the oc detective, are owned by mishka jenkins @seraphinitegames.
series/pairing: the wayhaven chronicles – felix hauville x nb!detective (hayley bishop)
rating/warnings: 18+; ns*w smut noted between the 🔥⚡ and ❄💧 icons (minors dni)
based on/prompt: nsfw dialogue prompts // 73. “That position looks impossible enough, let’s try it.” (in bold)
word count: 1.7k
summary: felix learns hayley’s boundaries and encourages them to be intimate on their terms.
on their terms
felix balances a pile of thick, heavy books on one arm while reaching up toward a shelf above his head. he realizes he underestimated the ladder rung that would get him the closest and it’s too late now to change course, given how he’s already balancing on one leg, the other extended behind him.
he very much looks like a ballerina-in-training.
in his haste, he accidentally grabs a few thin volumes stacked closely next to each other and leaps down to the ground. he glances at the one on top, the smallest of the bunch by far, and his eyebrows rise in surprise and curiosity.
he drops the rest of the books so he can flip through his new discovery, wincing at the sound of heavy texts crashing to the floor in a heap. he knows he’ll get an earful from nat for leaving them there, but he’s too excited and runs off to hayley’s room.
they’re reading through some reports when he bursts in and climbs into the bed to sit next to them.
“look what i found in the library! nat’s been holding out on us,” felix grins, showing them the cover. “i am definitely not letting her live this down.”
hayley raises an eyebrow in surprise at the title: sex positions through the ages.
“why are you assuming it’s nat’s?” they ask curiously, putting aside the reports and curling into his side as he wraps an arm around them.
this is one of his favorite (although everything about hayley is his favorite) things to do with hayley – hold them and be held by them with the feeling of complete and utter belonging blanketing them both.
he flips through the pages quickly, taking in all the various illustrations the book offers. hayley hums in agreement every few poses, until felix comes across one that makes him pause.
“that position looks impossible enough, let’s try it,” he suggests, moving the book over so hayley can get a better look.
the position in question requires quite a bit of maneuvering, flexibility, and strength – none of which are “impossible” for him per se. but it’s still one that he hasn’t ever tried before, and felix is usually up for trying anything at least once.
he draws circles above hayley’s hip, slipping his hand underneath their shirt carefully, watching their reaction out of the corner of his eye. they’ve been together long enough that he’s learned to read the subtle tells of their moods most of the time, but he still tries to encourage them to speak up more often.
hayley remains still but he can feel their heartbeat against his ribcage. their hand hasn’t moved from its spot on his chest. he removes his hand from under their shirt and pulls it gently back down to cover their exposed skin.
if anything happens tonight, it has to be on their terms. even if hayley hasn’t quite articulated their terms exactly – and he wishes they would soon so he could always know what lines must never be crossed – he’s still getting a feel for their boundaries.
his intuition hasn’t let him down yet.
he closes the book and leans down to kiss their hair softly, gently tucking his arm under their knees to pull them into his lap.
“thank you,” they murmur against his neck.
“of course, babe. i hope you never feel like you have to pretend with me,” felix responds as they pull back to look at him. “whatever we do, i always want it to be on your terms, okay?”
and he’s pretty sure the smile they give him could sustain him for the rest of his life.
“shower with me?” they ask suddenly and before he can respond, they’re pulling him out of bed and toward the bathroom.
their back is to him as they undress and step into the shower, adjusting the settings to the lukewarm temperature they know is at the upper limit of his tolerance and he follows suit, an ear-to-ear grin on his face at the sheer happiness filling his chest at the sight of them – comfortable and allowing him to see them this way.
the water gently flows over their bodies while they reach for the soap and he adjusts the showerhead pressure, grinding his teeth slightly at how extreme the adjustment feels until he gets used to it, standing behind hayley with his hand on their hips and space between them as they finish washing their body.
his gaze moves up as they reach for their shampoo and he places his hand on theirs.
“let me,” felix murmurs quietly, grabbing the bottle and squeezing out a palm-sized amount onto his hand.
he knows, through observation but also trial-and-error, how much shampoo and conditioner to use for hayley’s long, color-treated hair. and there’s something about how they let him gently massage their scalp (especially after the first few times when he was too eager and rough) and weave the products slowly down the length of their locks that makes his heart soar.
the bright blue color dulls a bit under the weight of the water and conditioner, but that’s how he knows he’s used enough. that, plus the quiet sighs of contentment leaving hayley’s mouth sending a warmth blooming across his chest.
he shifts so that the stream of water hits their head directly, continuing his gentle massages as he rinses the products out of their hair. he carefully weaves his fingers through their tresses, untangling any knots that he can find as best he can without pulling at the roots – and he can tell, because their head jerks a centimeter back whenever that happens.
after a few minutes, the water runs clear down their back and he gently wrings their hair out, placing it over their shoulder. he reaches for the loofah before hayley stops him and turns to face him.
🔥⚡ 🔥⚡
they pull him forward a step so the water hits his back before placing their hands on his hips, tiptoeing up to kiss him softly before kissing down his jaw and neck. their hands mirror the movement, inching down his thighs as their lips reach his collarbone. he sucks in a breath at their hands moving to the inside of his thighs, trailing their fingers upward as their lips continue their journey down his chest.
felix shudders, and it’s not from the hammering pain of the water pressure on his sensitive skin.
no, that’s faded to a numb rhythm in the background as hayley takes him in hand and begins to stroke him slowly.
his cock stiffens under their touch and he makes an effort to open his eyes and look at them, mouth parted and ready to make sure they know he’s not expecting or needing them to do anything and they—
“i love how responsive you are to me. i love knowing that i do this to you,” they murmur against his stomach, lips fluttering against the hair they find there and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
their eyes are teasing and serious at the same time and he wants to—oh, his brain stops processing for a moment as their strokes quicken, hands alternating and squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. they continue kissing down his happy path but he stops them with a gentle stroke of their jaw with his thumb.
they look up at him questioningly and he returns with a suggestive smirk of his own, reaching up to grab the curtain rod and lifting himself up so his hips are at their shoulder-level (he is very thankful that the agency installed reinforced rods directly into the walls as a precaution against the “activities” that some of the team is known for getting into).
the look in their eyes shift from confusion to adoration to gratitude to eagerness and oh, what he wouldn’t do to capture those expressions forever.
“this way, you’re not on your knees,” he says softly, his breath ending in a moan as they move his legs to rest over their shoulders and wrap their lips around his cock.
that feeling alone makes him want to explode right then and there—
but he holds on, because it’s hayley and them together.
he vaguely senses that his body is shivering despite the warm steam from the shower but he is too preoccupied with how hayley is moving their head up and down his cock, the position allowing their hands to freely play with his balls. he tightens his grip on the curtain rod, reminding himself the last thing he wants is to fall on top of hayley.
felix glances down and they’re gazing right back at him, as though he’s been spilling all of his inner thoughts out loud, and maybe he is – he’s not sure and can’t be bothered to recall in the moment. not with them hollowing out their cheeks and taking him deeper into the back of their throat, pushing him all the way to the edge until he can’t hold back anymore.
and then he lets go, making an effort to move away but they hold him tightly against their mouth, swallowing eagerly without breaking eye contact. and for him, knowing hayley is giving as much as they are willing to give and on their own terms—
it’s everything.
“geez, hayley,” he breathes out their name, a deep, throaty groan that synchronizes with their final swallow as they move off him and gently bring his legs back to the floor. he holds their face in his hands and kisses them deeply, the smile on both their faces making it so their lips don’t quite fit.
❄💧 ❄💧
felix steps out and reaches for a towel, holding it wide open as he turns back to them. they tilt their head at him curiously.
“your turn,” he says warmly, eyes soft and heart full.
hayley steps out of the shower and into the towel he wraps carefully around them, their eyes never leaving his face.
“i love you,” they whisper as felix carefully dries every part of their body before handing them the robe hanging on the back of the door.
hayley slips the robe on while felix wraps their hair up with a smaller towel.
“i love you more,” he replies, kissing their cheek and leading them back into the bedroom so they can cuddle.
I wonder how many gay people are actually transgender & dont know it because people thing being transgender is transitioning when it’s literally just not being cis.
like I had a friend tell me last night “all my life I wanted to be a girl. even to this day, like if someone told me I could transition & look like you or *insert another trans woman idk* I would do it in a heartbeat” and when I was like omg ur transgender he was surprised? like he was like wait just wanting to be a girl makes me transgender even if I dont do anything about it? and like its harder to pinpoint non binary people but if u have a desire be a different gender ur transgender. transitioning is a choice but being transgender is not.
This is one of the posts I can explicitly pinpoint as helping me realize that I might not be cis. The biggest symptom of being trans is wanting to not be your gender. It can also be dysphoria, it can also be euphoria, it can also be presentation, but wanting to be something else is all you really need.
Confirmed. How to know you’re agender: You don’t want to be anything else. You look at the options for gender and gender presentation and decide to go back to bed
feeling anything mentioned in this post doesn’t mean you have to identify as trans, but feeling anything in this post is literally all that’s necessary to identify as trans if you want to.
This is one of those things where you can go 25+ years of your life not realising that actually no not everyone secretly wishes they were some mashup of male and female and that you are, in fact, genderfluid as fuck.
You can want to divorce all connection to the gender you were born into.
You can want to keep it as an origin point that shapes your journey.
You can want to be more than one gender at once.
You can want to be more than one gender, at different times.
You can want to be no gender.
You can want to be sort of in between genders.
You can want to be both genders.
You can want to be rid of gendered body parts you already have.
You can want to keep gendered body parts while also being another gender.
You can want to be rid of them but not want the side effects of excising them.
You can feel dysphoria at being shaped like/viewed as/treated like a gender you don’t want.
You can feel euphoria at being shaped like/viewed as/treated like a gender you do want.
You can change your mind or adjust your goals or refine your wishes.
You can be stationary and fixed in your identity.
You can be fluid and changing.
You can be extremely gendered in your presentation.
You can be not very gendered in your presentation.
You can be androgynous.
You can be a little of both.
You can be a lot of both.
If gender is a line you can cross, as the words trans (across/on the other side of) and cis (here/on the same side of) indicate, you can cross it in any way you like, including dancing on top of it.
“how could jews let this happen” is a genuine take i saw, and like. we didn’t. we really didn’t. many jews have been against the IDF for longer than you’ve known what the acronym means.
i figured people would know this, apparently not, but the good majority of jews are scattered across the world, not just in israel (hence the term diaspora). additionally, when you make statements like this, you’re erasing palestinian jews.
we are not a fucking monolith! implying we are only helps zionism! you sound like the idiots who claim all muslims are terrorists!
take on some god damn personal responsibility to do antizionist actions in your own community instead of shifting the blame to Every Jew Ever because mommy told you kikes are evil
One of my partner's parents is a rabbi and they were in TEARS this week. Their synagogue has gotten so much hatemail over this(compounded by the fact that the synagogue was attacked last year).
And yet the rabbi spent most of the past week advocating for Palestine.
The Zionist government is not representative of Jews.
You can be against what is happening right now without being anti-Semitic.
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