I was looking at sex toys on aliexpress (like you do) and it suggested I get a 45cm (17âł)Â Black Tourmaline Hexagonal Obelisk. I donât think thatâs a good idea
aliexpress is seriously the best place to look at sex toys because they canât show nudity so they have to finding other ways to show off the use of the toys.
This results in a LOT of abused food, which is always hilarious.Â
one of my favorite things is when they decide to give you the whole hard sell.
instead of just being like âhey this is a good sex toyâ, they instead try to explain why youâd even need a sex toy, from first principles. and that principle is usually âyour boyfriend/husband sucksâ. or doesnât, I guess.Â
they always end up looking like a r/wheredidthesodago commercial for lesbianism
one of my favorite things is that when theyâre showing off that sex toys have a bluetooth+internet thing so people can control them remotely, they always show a world map and two points labeled with city names and theyâre ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE NEAR THE ACTUAL CITIES.Â
Wow okay- Manving week. Just a little event for the dead dove/deadrooms ship and their untapped gothic horror potential. I decided to use songs as prompts instead of one worders, you can use the songs to draw inspiration or just do your own thing. It's just a loose guide for how you might want to vibe with it. Also you don't have to post on the corresponding days obviously.
Here's what I have to say: It doesn't HAVE to be a ship thing, make them friends, enemies, totally platonic, whatever. As long as it has Manson and Irving interacting I am happy. NSFW welcome. You can include other characters if you do a fic. Basically anything is welcome lol I don't care, doesn't have to be a fic can be anything. Just tag me and I'll repost. If you don't like this and don't want anything to do with the event or the ship, keep scrolling.
it's @nobodysomega here btw, who else would it be.
I'm still high af right now but I'm gonna post this before I lose all nerve so ignore any errors. The only research I did was dress research.
@chesthighwater said the words "Lady Little's Lover" to me and @terrorfc encouraged me when I yapped about this all day, so blame them for this.
Anyway take 2k of 1920s Edward Little getting fucked in a dress or Leo Indulges His Feminization Kink. If this is good when I'm sober, I'll put it on ao3.
It had started accidentally. Edwardâs wife had insisted they dress as each other for Fitzjamesâ Halloween party and what Viscountess Le Vesconte wanted, she got. It was a joke amongst his friends that Edward hadnât gained a wife when he married, but became one. Heâd never let himself think too long about the thrill that ran down his spine when they said such things. Not until heâd slipped on one of Henriettaâs dressesâ a little straight black number that made her look boyish, yet floated femininely around him. He couldnât stop staring at his reflection, even when sheâd scolded him for refusing to turn his head so she could finish framing his face in delicate curls. Ed didnât want to be a member of the fairer sex, of that he was certain, but there was something about the way the soft silk hugged his body that made heat rush to his stomach. The men calling him âmaâamâ all night had thrilled too, despite the laughter that lurked behind the words. If Fitzjamesâ hadnât stolen the Viscountess away before he could get to her, Edward was certain he would have actually had sex with his wife that night.Â
Which was why when heâd found the evening gown, he hesitated. He was cleaning out the old honeymoon cottage on the estate, for the new groundskeeper to have a place to start raising guineas. Edward didnât particularly like the new groundskeeper, only because he liked him far too much. Hazel eyes had haunted his dreams for a week after heâd first employed Solomon Tozer, collier-turned lieutenant-back to collier once more. Henrietta had begged him to hire the man, return him to some semblance of status after his retirement from service. He had thought it strange that his wife suddenly had a bleeding heart. Then he met the man and realized her true intentions. Edwardâs⊠inclinations were more than enough of a basis for a divorce, yet she never pulled that card. Instead she held it over his head as she frolicked through the men of the village behind his back. As if he didnât know what she actually got up to with Lady Fitzjamesâ. He was not a dumb man, despite his peculiarities.Â
Tozer spoke in the pure vernacular of the village. Yet when Edward had wondered aloud how heâd managed to become a lieutenant after the war with an accent like that, Henrietta had given him a look as if heâd said that horses mooâd. âWhat accent?â she had asked, âHe speaks the Kingâs English perfectly.â That was how he was certain of Tozerâs dislike of him, as if his taking of every opportunity he could to make Edward feel emasculated in front of his wife wasnât clear enough.Â
So he had done his damnedest to push broad shoulders and a half-moon shaped scar from his thoughts. It hadnât worked in the slightest. Which is why he was hereâ going through boxes of things left from Henriettaâs family âto even discover the damned gown in the first place. It was soft against his hands, velvet and tulle and sparkly beadwork. It was a fashion from a decade or so agoâ when women had womanly shapes and still wore corsets. A familiar tingle ran down his spine at the thought of a corset. He had enjoyed how Henriettaâs dress had flowed around him, but he wanted something more. Some⊠curve. Some softness. Edward ran his hand down the side of his waist, closing his eyes and imagining the soft, pale curves of a country girl under his fingers. He blinked his eyes slowly open and noticed the corset tucked under the skirt.Â
For once, he didnât think; merely took action. He had his coat and shirt off in a flash, the corset wrapped tightly around his waist as he tried to tighten it himself the way he often saw his mother doâ when theyâd been rich enough for society, but too poor for a maidservant. He got a good grasp on the laces and tugged, gasping at the way it drove the air from his lungs, gasping louder when he saw the way it pushed his pecs up and together, almost like cleavage. It was tantalizing somehowâ the juxtaposition between feeling like he had breasts and looking down to see the hair of his chest.Â
He caught the strings and pulled tight once more, determined he would cut a womanly figure in the alluring evening gown of the late Viscountess Le Vesconte. The Little women had always been flat-chested, but he was different. He could be the first Lady Little to captivate with her chest. He picked up the gown, rubbing the black velvet gently between his fingers before slipping it on. He had nobody to do up the buttons in the back, but that was for the best. He was not nearly as slender as either Viscountess Le Vesconte. The Little women had always kept the figure of ruddy country girls, in a way that drove men even madder than a waist they could slip their hands around. He scanned the room for some jewels heâd set aside earlier, slipping some pearls around his neck, then searched for a mirror. He knew there had to be one. Every room the Le Vesconteâs owned had at least one mirror in it, often two to three. He found itâ full-length, draped with a sheet âand lifted the skirt to move with a delicate step across the room. All of the Littles ran on the short side, especially compared to the striking profile the Le Vescontes cut.Â
A third gasp escaped his panting lips as he saw himself in the mirror. The tightness of the dress didnât stop it from hugging his new curves. In fact, the tightness worked in his favor. It pushed his breasts even further up and the broadness of his shoulders widened the necklineâ putting an almost obscene amount of cleavage on display. He felt like a woman of the world in this dress, like a woman who knew her way around a manâs heartâ and cock. Edward wished desperately for a pair of silk gloves right now, as he ran his fingers softly over his own cheek, down the pale line of his delicate throat to come to rest at the base of it, dancing above his wonderful breasts.Â
It was because of the damn groundskeeper and his guineas that Edward didnât hear said groundskeeper enter.Â
âViscount?â he said, and Tozer had been fucking with Edward, because it was unaccented, for the first time ever.Â
âTozer,â he replied, impressed he managed to straighten up as much as he did.Â
Shame was an anvil slamming into his head right now. He knew his cheeks blazed red. He kept his voice steady as he continued on under the weight of it, answering the groundskeeperâs questioning look with a sweep of the hand across the soft velvet of the dressâs skirt. âAnother one of my wifeâs ideas for a costume party.â
âAnd⊠you got stuck?â Tozerâs eyes stayed glued to Edwardâs body as he spoke. It felt dirty and yet so redeeming, the way those hazel eyes roved his body, from the width of his hips to his trim waist to his cleavage.Â
Edward nodded. It was better than any explanation he could possibly come up with. He spun around carefully so Tozer could assist him in sliding the dress off, undoing the corset. The same electric shock heâd felt when he shook Tozerâs hand for the first time ran through him when the manâs hand brushed lightly against Edwardâs waist. His calloused fingers set to work unlacing the corset and Edward let himself slump a little. From disappointment or relief, he wasnât quite sure. Either way, he hadnât expected Tozer to begin lacing his corset properly.Â
âWhat are youââ
âWe have to have you looking proper, donât we?â
All the blood in Edwardâs body flooded into his loins when Tozer pulled the strings and truly drew all the air from his lungs. A strong arm caught him around the waist as he swayed. He was certain his head was no longer attached to his body, he felt so far away from it. Only the sensations on his body remainedâ the soft caress of flowing fabric over his hips, Tozerâs chest pressed to his back, the press of the heel of Tozerâs hand against his crotch.Â
âMm, youâre a woman who suits this dress with more than just her body then, eh? Know your way around, darling?â
Edward twitched against Tozerâs hand, his breath coming in soft pants already. âOh n-no, sir,â he stammered, feeling his cheeks go scarlet again. âI barely know my way here. Iâm i-innocent, s-sir.â
He felt himself twitch once more at the thought of having to say those words again if any of this ever got out amongst their social circle. Hodgson would be sure to spread this far and wide. Cheating on his wife with the groundskeeper while in an evening gown? Hodgson would die for gossip like that. Tozer pulled Edward tighter against him, and even through the thick, black velvet, Ed could feel his hardened cock along his hip.Â
âCall me Solomon,â he whispered in Edwardâs ear, nipping at the earlobe as he pulled away to kiss his throat.Â
Edward almost reached his crisis then and there. He couldnât help the whine that escaped his lips.Â
âI thought you didnât know your way here?â He could hear the smirk in Solomonâs voice and nearly whined again.Â
âToz-â Edward cleared his throat with a sharp cough, trying to deepen his voice as much as he could, âTozer. This is most improper.â
Tozer stepped back to allow Edward past him and gave a small mockery of a bow. âOf course. My apologies. Forgive me⊠Lady Little.â
Edward stopped dead in his tracks, head spinning at hearing the title spoken aloud. Solomon gathered Ed in his arms, turning him so they were face-to-face, his dimpled smile so close to Edâs lipsâŠ
Edward placed both of his hands on Solomonâs chest, the back of his thighs hitting the table behind him. If he didnât feel like a woman in danger of being taken advantage of before, he certainly did now. Cornered like this⊠And by such a fine specimen of a man tooâŠÂ
âYou arenâtâ Why arenât you laughing at me? You laugh at me for every other damn thing I do.â
âIn my experience, laughing at beautiful ladies does not help me get under their skirts.â Solomon slipped a hand up as he spoke and Edwardâs knees nearly gave out. âAlthough damn is a strong word for âsuch an innocent ladyâ such as yourself. Are you sure youâre a blushing, innocent bride and not an alluring, seductress of a doxy? Youâre as wet as one already.â He stroked his fingers slowly along Edâs length and his hips bucked involuntarily.Â
âSolomonââ
âI know, I know. This is most improper,â he pitched his voice up, as if he were mimicking a woman.Â
âSolomon-â Edward started again, the name desperate against his vocal chords this time, his own voice pitched up in his need. âDonât laugh at me. Please just fuck me. Please.â
âAh, thereâs the dirty woman of the night I knew was hiding in ya. Didnât know she was polite as well,â Solomon purred.Â
In one swift, practiced motion, he lifted Edward up onto the table and lifted his skirts. He grinned at him, boyishly, mischievously, before his head disappeared under the gown. A strangled moan escaped Edâs lips when Solomon began to lick him. It felt like an eternity of bliss as Solâs tongue worked him, followed by a finger, then two. Solomonâs fingers slid out and Edward whined at the loss of feeling.Â
âYouâre doing so well, Lady Little,â Solomon said before he pressed a gentle kiss to Edwardâs sweaty temple.
And then he pressed inside of Edward, filling him completely, and every single thought fled his head as Solomon thrust into him slowly, carefully. A gentle lover, like Ed had dreamed of ever since he was a little girl.Â
âMm, maybe you werenât lying. You are as tight as a virgin. But girls like you usually are, no matter how many times theyâre used. Itâs been a long time since I held a woman shaped like one, much less a soft girl such as yourself. This new boyish trend is a bane. I like my women with hips. Iâd like to know theyâd do a good job bearing my children. You would do a fantastic job at it, Lady Little.â
Solomonâs whispered words sent Edward over the edge and his crisis hit him like the lightning bolt God was sure to strike him down with. He spilled all over the velvet of the wonderful dress. Fuck. He hoped Henrietta didnât care to keep this dress, for it was surely ruined now.Â
Sol continued to thrust into him, and Edward let him. He deserved it for being able to bring a lady to crisis so quickly. Edward tilted his head back and let himself float away on the sensation of Solomonâs mouth against his chest and the warmth of his cock inside him. Â
There was a small cough from the doorway and Edward wrenched his head up and his eyes open. He met his wifeâs bemused, dark eyes. Henrietta smirked as she took him in, skirts hitched up to his waist as Solomon took him against a table like some common whore.
âIs this what modern men get up to?â She asked, eyes sparkling with mischief.Â
The shock I felt when I was about to click and reread a fem! Heathertozer puppy play fic with older femme Heather and sub butch Tozer when I got an email push notification advertising the screening of a film called PUPPYGIRL (all caps)
Crozier walks, silent and aghast, through Starvation Camp. He sees shin bones and boots in the cooking pot, discarded books fluttering in the wind, the miserable wreck of tents and men alike.
Finally, he sees Little.
He enters the tent, realising Edward is still alive and resolving to sit aside him to offer what little comfort he can before the man finally succumbs.
Little raises his head, and his dull-eyed gaze just a fraction, leans in close to Crozier, trying to speak.
Crozier draws closer in kind, hoping to catch Edward's final words.
But then, summoning the very, very last of his strength, Little lunges forward and rips Crozier's throat out with his fuckin' teeth.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of yearsâfar longer than settlers have been in Canadaâand made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotÄn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racismâlike Kashechewanâbecause it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
