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I will always reblog this
still remember how revolutionary this ad felt 10 years ago
excuse me but it still feels revolutionary
Keep reblogging until it feels normal everywhere.
For context: this came out in 2011 in Australia. Same-sex marriage would not be legalized until December 2017.
It was only legalized in 8 US states (the 8th only a few months before), and wouldnât be legalized nation-wide until 2015.
It was only legal in TEN COUNTRIES in 2011. We wouldnât hit 20 countries until 2017. (Australia was 23rd)
As of today (April 14, 2026), I believe only 38 countries have fully legalized same-sex marriage. Out of somewhere around 200 countries in the world. Thatâs only ~19% of countries.
This is still revolutionary.
Does this mean I'll write Adam Glenn smut?
yes.
Adam Glenn NSFW Headcanons
A/n: I canât get this stupid man out of my head, so hopefully writing this down will give me peace. I haven't written in a while and have only one smut post to my name. Please be kind. ALSO, I'd love to discuss the movie and Adam more. Feel free to drop in my inbox just to chat!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PUHLEASE!!!
When it comes to sex with Adam, heâs not pushy.
The first time you guys did it, he had a length discussion about boundaries and expectations. This man loves communication.
He actually enjoys foreplay, which includes ones that have you pinned down beneath him.
To start, blowjobs are the best way to hear him sing.
His tip is especially sensitive, so sucking on it will get the most rewarding reaction aside from finishing.
Expect a lot of phrases such as âoh, shitâ and âbaby, pleaseâ. He loves to beg, even though he never has to.
He whimpers more than he moans. But that doesnât mean he holds back. If he can, heâll make himself loud.
Praise is his favorite thing to receive and give. He absolutely enjoys telling you how well youâre doing and how nice you look sucking his dick.
Sex is a whole other thing, though. For Adam, it's a way for him to express his love.
He takes his time entering you. He'll often rut against you for a few seconds just to tease you both.
When he's finally inside you, he'll gasp every time like it's the best thing he's felt since... well, the last time you fucked.
During sex, you have most of the power. He's happy to do most of the work if it means he can stare (admire) you.
If you decide to take over, he'll focus on how tight you feel around him. He'll take it as a sign to relax and let you dominate. Unless he's in the mood to work out his emotions.
Once again, he's praising you like a goddess sent from above.
EX: "You're so gorgeous like this." "How did I get so lucky to have you?" "You're so perfect for me." "You feel so good"
Sometimes, he'll get bold and hold your waist in place while he bucks up into you. His pace in this position is usually brutal, but not painful.
When he close, you'll know. His voice will increase by a pitch, and his grip will be impossible to escape.
He's absolutely heavenly when he comes. His head flies back, and his muscles tense.
When he's done, he'll pull you close for a minute. To feel you against him is all the security he needs.
After a while, he'll grab a towel (he specifically bought for you) and gently wipe you off.
Then, he'll escort you to the bathroom because a UTI is not something he'd want you to suffer through.
During that time, he'll grab snacks or water for you.
The rest of the time will be spent close to each other. Whether it's cuddling at night or watching a show together. He doesn't care. He just wants you near.
Extra:
If you ask, he'll excitedly talk you through anything. Whether it's a blowjob, handjob, or sex. He's all about communication.
If you edge him, he'll eventually take things into his own hands. He's a patient man, but he's not a pushover when it comes to you (Everyone else, maybe).
He LOVES eye contact. Anytime he can stare into your eyes, he will.
He's not a munch, but if you ask he won't hesitate to go down.
Being silly in bed is such a turn-on for him. It makes him feel comfortable, and he'll happily turn the whole thing into a giggle-fest.
He does NOT like hair-pulling. He has a sensitive scalp. However, running your hands through his hair is a definite yes.
If he sees you wearing one of those glorious gowns that royals wear, expect him to be hard in seconds.
Nicholas Galitzine as Adam Glenn/ He-Man in Masters of the Universe (2026)
Betrayal of Warmth ÉÂ·Ë KB
â„ ANGST! âĄâĄ Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader
â„ IN WHICH, Katsuki ends things with Y/N, believing his love is a dangerous liability. He tries to walk away in the rain, but a final, tender act of care reveals he's still deeply in love, even as he leaves.
Katsuki made the hard choice while he still had the chance. His gaze gave him away before the words even left his mouthâcutting ties was a bitter necessity to spare them both from worse pain.
In his line of work, love was a liability he couldn't afford to have for Y/N. He was never meant for romance, yet heâd let her become his greatest weakness.
He put an end to whatever they had. He couldn't call it a breakup when they had never truly begun. They were dangerously close, and he refused to let the distraction pull them under.
She called after him, but he just kept walking, preferring the cold rain over the comfort of the jacket and umbrella she was trying to return. He tuned her out, head low and hands shoved deep in his pockets, certain this was the only way.
"You damn coward!"Â He refused to turn back, unable to face the heartbreak in her eyes while her voice alone was already shattering him.
He accepted her insults in silence, hands clenched in his pockets, because looking at her meant seeing the pain he causedâand that was a blow he couldn't survive.
Suddenly, a small object bounced off his back, thrown just hard enough to make him stop. While the hit was soft, the message was clearâshe was hurt and she wasn't letting him walk away in silence.
It certainly worked, but the reaction she got wasn't the one she was looking for.
Tsuâtey we still talk about you. and by we I mean me.
(close ups below the cut)
Like seeing an ex
me trying to get reported to HR so i can go talk to that hunk of sweaty meat named adam
âĄđ Œâ â too close
contains  â  smut. afab!reader. panty sniffing. keigo masturbating. keigo with a scent kink. keigo being a little bit of a pervert. subtop!keigo if you squint.
âfuck,â keigo grunts, your used panties pressed up to his nose as his hand moves furiously over his throbbing cock. âmmhâah, fuckââ
with the wad of stolen fabric pressed to his face, he greedily sucks in your scent between ragged breaths, fisting his dick with his free hand. itâs not your laciest, prettiest pair heâd snagged from your hamper on his way down the hall this morning, seizing the first opportunity heâd had in days, but rather one of your most well-loved: the elastic band around the waist long worn past stretchiness, permanent faint stains around the crotch. theyâre worn a little past the point of comfortability, so theyâre not your favorite.
to keigo, though? theyâre a treasure.
he can smell you, heady and thick, your scent all over the fabric, and with his mouth open, he can almost taste you. just the thought of his makes his dick throb in his hand, and he groans out loud.
he wants you. oh, god, he wants you. itâs no secret, reallyâheâs long since stopped making an effort to hide it. but itâs not like heâs ever made a move, itâs not like heâs had the courage to do more than silently yearn while forcing a friendly smile as you talk about your latest date, or the guy who hit on you at the grocery store. itâs simple, really: keigo doesnât deserve to touch you, not with his dirty, forever-stained hands. so this is all he getsâhis hips rocking into the motions of his fist, imagining itâs the walls of your pussy fluttering around him, imagines the sound of your voice as you whine for him, ankles hooked over his back as he fucks into you, his lips against your neck.
the image of you under him is nearly enough to make him empty his balls then and there. mumbling incoherent platitudes under his breath, he pulls back his foreskin to expose the swollen pink tip of his cock and circles his finger over his dripping slit, gathering the translucent precum smeared across his cockhead and using it to slicken the motion of his tightly-squeezed hand as he strokes base to tip.
keigo wishes you were here more than anything. he wishes it were your fingers against his throbbing prick, tracing the thick veins that run up his shaftâmaybe even using that pretty mouth...this draws another low âf-fuckâ out of him, because the mental picture is just too delicious. he wouldnât even care if you didnât touch him at all, if you sat and watched while he put on a show for you, jerking himself off to the pitiful idea that youâd ever want to lay a hand on him. heâd be so good for you, he knows he wouldâ
but what he really wants is to touch you. worship you, really. to smooth his palms down your chest and see you arch into his touch, and then follow the path his skin touched with his tongue. he imagines trailing his lips along the dewy-soft skin of your inner thigh, and in his mind, he presses sloppy, open-mouthed kisses into your cunt, spoiling your clit with delicate kitten licks between messy slurps that would have you seeing stars. he pictures your weight settling over his face, his fingers digging into your hips to anchor himself as you grind down against his searching lips, and he bucks up involuntarily into his own grip.
âdonât cum,â keigo pants breathlessly to himself in the quiet of his own bedroom, eyes squeezed shut and voice muffled by the fabric against his nose and mouth. âdonât cum. donât...ha, donât...â he can feel his heavy balls tightening, but he canât bear to make himself slow down, wait, do any of the things a good boy would do to make sure he doesnât blow his load before heâs given permission. your smell is too intoxicating, and when he cups his fingers and snaps his hips up into the cage his hand makes, imagining itâs your cunt, he canâtâhe just needs, he needsâ
with the steely willpower of a man who spent his life denying himself, he pulls his hand away and lets his head drop back onto the pillows, clutching your underwear tightly and dragging in unsteady gulps of air that are suddenly, horribly deprived of your essence. his leaking cock twitches against his belly and he lets out a noise that he decides to pretend wasnât a sob. heâs being ridiculous. if only you knewâhow would you look him in the eye ever again? would he lose you forever? lying naked on his bed, your balled-up underwear held tightly in one hand, still shuddering from the arcs of pleasure coalescing through his nervous system, keigoâs positive that the answer is yes.
gritting his teeth, keigo rolls over onto his belly, pressing the thin cotton back against his nose and sliding his hand between his body and the mattress to grip his dick again. this time, his strokes are a little more atrophied with the awkward angle, but the leverage he gains that allows him to hump the mattress more than makes up for it. he can almost imagine your legs on either side of his head, your fingers buried in his blond hair, your head thrown back as you moan his name. âyeah, baby...ah, shit,â he mumbles, too far gone to even decipher the words spilling unbidden from his mouth. âyou taste so...so fuckinâ good, yeah, you do, âm so...need you, need you...â
a dim part of him registers that thereâs a very good chance that if he gets any louder, you could hear him from your room down the hall in the apartment you share. partly out of a need to keep quiet, but mostly because heâs so desperate to taste you, he shoves your panties into his mouth, using the strip of silky-soft cotton to muffle his voice. they turn wet and bedraggled in no time, tacky with the drool leaking from his lips.
âungh...umph...â keigo can feel himself getting close again, and while he normally has the discipline to edge himself at least two or three times, your odor has whipped him up into a frenzy, driven him to the brink of madness. how could you ever blame him? heâs obsessed with you, every inch of you. what he wouldnât do to be inside you right now, instead of pathetically fucking his own bed. what he wouldnât give for you to open your thighs for him, just to let him see. just once. just once would be enough, and then heâd be good, heâd neverâ
his orgasm hits him like a freight train, rushing up through his limbs like being engulfed by a riptide. sparks fizz and crackle through his veins as he shakes, eyes rolled back in his head, your underwear his saving grace clamped between his teeth. hot, thick spurts of cum lace his fingers and drip against the tangled sheets beneath him, gooey and fat, slicking his calloused palm with the evidence of his shame.
it takes him what feels like hours to get his numb limbs into motion. to shove your panties underneath his mattress, carefully tucking the ends out of sight, and grab a tissue to wipe his hands and mop at his hopelessly stained sheets. with nothing much to be done, keigo sighs and finally resigns himself to tugging on a shirt and sweatpants and stripping his sheets to make his quiet escape to the laundry room at the end of the hall.
in his post-orgasmic haze, he forgets how loudly the hinges of his door creak when he nudges it open with his hip and steps out into the hallway, wincing at the long, drawn-out whine the motion produces. he prays that youâre asleep, or not in a mood to emerge, but as if god has it out for him, your door opens.
âlaundry?â you ask, seeing the bundle of tangled blankets in his armsâthe revealing wet patch luckily tucked against his chestâand keigo nods, trying not to stare at how good you look clad in a loose t-shirt and shorts with your hair loose and your legs bare, and fuck, that sends a bolt of heat to his cock that he really does not need right now.
âoh, good,â you say. âhold on.â keigo blinks as you disappear into your room and return with a mesh basket. âlisten, would you mind running a light wash for me? iâll love you forever.â
keigo spots a wedge of white cotton and his mouth goes dry. he has to force the words out, and they sound strangled and wobbly, because you have to be doing this on purpose.
ây-yeah, sure. no worries.â
well, it looks like you might be getting your lost panties back sooner than he expected to return it. just donât think too hard about where, exactly, the next pair disappeared to. rest assured that keigo will put them to good use.
Hey hey!
How do you feel about some angst? S/o breaking up with Present Mic or Fatgum. They don't get to see their partner due to schedules (I mean, Mic works like 3 or 4 jobs alone), maybe they think their partner's seeing someone else? But either way, they're packing their bag when Mic/Fatgum walks in.
If this isn't something you're into, please feel free to pass. I'd rather be told no than make someone uncomfortable!
HAWKS â¶ PRESENT MIC â¶ FATGUM â leaving them
NOTE â„ Might be too OOC since this is based on my interpretation. Also, forgive my grammar, English is my third language & I totally didn't double-check any of my writing.
I can't do full angst with a sad ending :"3 I'm too much of a weakling for that lol... so I made it a bit more hopeful for Fatgum? I hope that's okay
C H A R A C T E R â„ Hawks / Present Mic / Fatgum
"You going somewhere without telling me, or is it what I think this is?"
His voice is controlled and heavy in its lightness as he spoke before you even said anything.
He's very observant, and that carries to his personal life. The moment he sees your tight expression, the open suitcase with scattered clothes, it clicks. And he hoped it was wrong.
You unloaded to him about your doubts, the unbearable distance, and the fear that you have... it hits him hard.
He interrupts you at every point, frustately trying to make it clear that you are wrong. "You think I've got time for someone else? I barely had time for myself."
His real emotion is reflected more in his wings--the way it bristled and tighten around himself, the way it potray his feelings of guilt openly.
Yes, he's not angry with you. He's just... sad. Guilty. Disappointed in himself. He thought he was better than this.
After all, he does neglect you, does he?
He tried not to crowd you, pulling his wings against himself. But he will step closer, hoping you'll take his hand as he pleads.
It pains him to think that he wishes he could say 'I'll always be there from now on,' because he knows it'll be an empty promise.
What can he promise, really? What he did will forever implant doubts in you.
And it hurts him. A lot.
"If you walk out, I... understand. I won't stop you." That's all he can say in the end, his voice cracked in restrained agony. "But don't do it thinking I don't care. That part's not true."
He wished you would stay.
But luck was rarely on his side.
He's never good at confrontation. He hates it.
"Haha... not funny." His body leaned over the archway, blocking the way. "You're heading somewhere, right? That's all, right?"
You noticed that his voice never got loud. Ever. In fact, it dropped low and softly.
He's very reactive and used to mask his true feelings with his jolly and loud facade. The moment you said you were leaving, though?
It snapped something inside him. Heartbreakingly so.
Hizashi is not quiet with his disapproval. He's loud, defensive, and his hurt is very apparent.
"Where is this coming from?!" he exclaimed angrily, "Y-You're just--you gonna just pack up and leave? Just like that?!" It's not calm at all. It's reactive on his part.
When you bring up his emotional avoidance, the insane scheduling he chooses for himself, and your doubts... he will go quiet.
Not because you're right. But it's because it's just occurred to him that the life he forces upon himself--all to make him feel better about himself--had caused you so much pain.
That's where it sinks in. You're really gonna leave.
He will stop pacing and lean onto the wall, his expression hollowed out, as if his soul has been knocked out of him. For once, he actually listened to you instead of deflecting.
How to respond to this? He doesn't know. Never knows.
"... You should've said something," he mutters, his voice breaks as he quickly wipes the shedded tears that nearly fell onto his skin. "I didn't know it was that bad."
And this time, he can only silence himself as you finish packing the bag. As you left the apartment you two used to share.
Because he doesn't know how to handle losing you.
First of all, how dare you???????? /joking
He's not that perceptive, but he did notice the tension in the air as you packed your bags. That's enough to raise an alarm for him.
"Hey... what's going on?" he tried to touch your shoulder, and flinched if you pushed it away.
He had no jokes, nor will he deflect. It was pure, genuine confusion.
When you say you're leaving, he gets quietly concerned. He puts down his takoyaki on the table and ushered towards you, giving you full attention.
"Why? What's going on? Did I do something wrong?" Poor him.
You tell him about how you barely see him anymore and how you fear that he might just find someone else more interesting. He listened to all of it; his eyes wavered with each accusation.
You accusing him of cheating surprisingly does not offend him. He knew where that was coming from, and he felt so bad for letting it get this bad for you.
"Hey, look at me for a sec." He hoped you would. He just wants to see your eyes again, for maybe the last time? "I didn't realize it got that bad for you... I..."
This time, he had to hold back his own tears. He couldn't help it. If you mention his glistened eyes, he will let out a choked laugh as he shrugs you off.
Despite his inner turmoil, he doesn't dismiss your feelings and fully takes responsibility for his wrongdoings.
"There's no one else. Never has been."
And he apologized. God, he really did.
As you're going to leave, he moved closer. But he won't block the entryway. He just wanted to say one last thing.
"If you ever need me... I'll be around, okay?"
And he means it.
[TO MASTERLIST] ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © RAINEE-DA. all fanfics belongs to me. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai, or recommend elsewhere.
just a friendly reminder you canât call a fic x reader and then
A) describe the readerâs appearance in detail
B) give the reader a faceclaim / use pictures of random Pinterest women as the âreaderâ in a SMAU
C) give the reader a name
D) assign the reader a specific ethnic or cultural background unless requested
E) write the âreaderâ so specifically that theyâre basically an OC
If you wanted to do the above then the story should have been x original character and not x reader.
Broken Hourglass. ( Ryland Grace x Reader. ) Part Three.
I can already see the messages and comments this going to get so let me preface this--- IM SORRY.
Title: Broken Hourglass. Pairing: Heavily Implied - Ryland Grace x Reader. Rating: T. ( Some suggestive content, MEGA ANGST Prepare the tissues. ) Words: 9.3 K. Summary: ( WARNING !!!!! This does include spoilers for the BOOK version of PHM. ) The past always finds a way to come back and haunt you, especially in the moments when you need it most. PART THREE OF THE YOU SLEEP, I YEARN SERIES. Part One · · â ·â¶Â· â · · Part Two. · â ·â¶Â· â · ·âRyland Grace Masterlistâ
The small bar tucked away in the corner of Strattâs Vat was a remarkably pathetic attempt at normalcy, down the the beer selection of Bud Light in blue or Budweiser in red. The colors interchangeably tangled into a mess of coiled wires in your mind as you stared at the sad-looking fish tank bubbling away in the corner. The dim lighting cast long shadows and the quiet hum of the tank filter was a poor substitute for the usual laughter that filled the room along with god-awful and off-key singing.
The silence around you was fragile, capsized by copious amounts of darkness that could crush you in an instant and you felt powerless to stop it and it was becoming all consuming. It was silent due to the drawn, eggshell thoughts that kept racing in your mind. You were nursing a drink, staring into the blue-lit water, admiring and feeling sad for the listless fish swimming endless circles. The recycled air felt too thick in your lungs like you bore the risk of drowning, heavy with the ghost of millions upon millions of people who were going to die in the next twenty years.
It had been three days since youâd watched an entire continent die in a matter of moments. Sure, you took a swig of the beer and felt disgusted at how warm it had gotten, it could be argued that it was âjustâ a chunk of ice, but how many more were there going to be? How many in a few years when the methane blanket it produces fades and theyâre forced to blow off another? And then another, and another⊠You shut your eyes and could almost see the blinding light of the blast behind them despite being far away when it happened. Itâs like your mind decided to be morbid and paint you a picture for what your bones felt and were chilled with when the shockwave hit you, fifteen minutes delayed and carrying with it the time and aged history of a place that children in the future would only be able to read about in books. Three days since you had stood on the observation deck, Ryland, a rigid, unpeaceful presence beside you, LeClerc beside him, unraveled into an unparalleled sense of existential dread as Stratt announced how much longer until you changed the physical shape of the world because Humanâs had a nasty habit of being parasitic in the worst ways possible. A man lost his own sense of self that day and trusted Ryland enough to hold him through it. It was never going to be enough.Â
Damned if you do, damned if you donât. It had to happen for the survival of a race you were beginning to wonder was even worth saving at all.Â
The door creaked open just enough to captivate your senses. There was no sense in looking up from your drink, the rhythm of the footsteps, the slight hesitation before they fully entered the room. It was unmistakably Ryland. He shuffled a bit in the entry way as if heavily contemplating if he wanted to be in the dark, misty cloud you had been weathering. And then - out of your peripheral vision, the decision was made and his tall, heavy body moved to the bar, his shoulders slumped as he sat on the stool two down from you.
There was a chasm of empty space between you that felt as vast as the void of the ocean outside the viewport in the stuffy room. Ryland didn't order, but the bartender placed one of two options in front of him regardless. A crisp, cool Bud Light.
About to read this. If I cry I'm at peace with that.
rocky's crew dying from radiation exposure, something humans go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of and ryland's crew dying in their "sleep" with nobody watching, something eridians go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of. cool book that is easy to read through your tears.
Hey guys! Sorry I havenât updated Shelter me in almost a month. College and finals have absolutely been kicking my butt. Thankfully, theyâre almost done.
I have a job lined up that will allow me to write more as well!!
You Sleep, I Yearn. ( Ryland Grace x Reader Oneshot. )
Title: You Sleep, I Yearn. Pairing: ( Implied ) One-sided - Ryland Grace x Reader. Rating: K. ( sort of..... agnsty please im sorry. ) Words: 4.7 K. Summary: You and Rocky have a much needed heart-to-heart and some things are said that can't be unsaid. Ryland Grace Masterlist. PART TWO: Strawberry Fields.
It was quiet on the ship. Not a terrible thing for your ears to be blessed with, the faint hum of the electronics whirling around you is familiar and now comforting after such a long while in space.
Ryland, the blonde haired, sometimes-in-the-cloud Molecular Biologist was asleep in the dormitory where you also were, sitting on the floor and propped against the xenonite enclosure that belonged to the five legged Eridian who had the same Petrova Line issue as Sol.Â
You could hear the soft taps of his claws against the floor, the resonant tones that exuded from his carapace. All welcome as your eyes feasted on Rylandâs breathing, almost in perfect sync with Rockyâs movements. You knew you should have been asleep as well, you could just hear the computerized voice scolding you.Â
More efficient if Grace, (Last Name) sleep at same time. Waste time if spread out. Youâd heard it from Rocky many times before, given time was of such high value, more to Earth than to Erid. Their Petrova Line, while a problem, wasnât going to cause such drastic issues as soon as your planet would.Â
You envied him in that way. He had so much more time, he could spend it researching and diving into aspects of the Tau Ceti system that you and Ryland could only dream of and unlock more mysteries than just the unfortunate circumstances that rested in the Petrova Line itself. But Earth was dying. People were dying. You were on a mission, and unfortunately, spending an extra 29,000 seconds sleeping when you could just combine it with Rylandâs 29,000 seconds didn't tighten into good enough logic.Â
Your lungs drew a small breath in, co-mingling uncomfortably as your ribcage expanded. Not satisfactory in any way, just to keep yourself grounded. Without Ryland there to talk through the stillness, your own pervasive thoughts would consume, the notions of Earthâs demise during the time it took to get to the Tau Ceti system and the ultimate fate she and her people would face if you werenât to succeed this mission. There was something off about the emotional weight in the air. About the way that Rocky was moving, which sounded crazy, but hey. Spend enough time around an Eridian who relies on echolocation to even sense your presence and youâre bound to pick up a few things about reading the room. And hearing the room. His usually scampering noises were muted today. Softer, more subdued. Definitely less energetic than usual. You exhaled softly, letting your head tilt back against the xenonite. âHey, Rock.â
Quiet.
Rocky didnât answer right away as you readjusted your body, leaning more against the wall so you could look over at him in the dim casted light of the dormitoryâs lowest luminance setting. With parted lips anticipating speech, you watched him. Limbs moved with the same careful precision over his work, the choice today being the chain to be used in your fishing excursion above Adrian in a few days, butâŠ
There was a pause between motions that normally wasnât there. Your eyelids squeezed shut before re-opening, making the assumption that⊠Your vision was faulty, and not Rockyâs movements. Maybe you did need to sleep. You thought and looked at his three-digit, five-claw tactic and still saw the same languid stanza between motions.