Secunit, talking to Three: ok, now if you want to pass as an augmented human you're gonna need to get surgery. Personally ART removed some length from my limbs, but it had some more extreme options available as well-
Iris: Wait rewind. ART did surgery on you?
Secunit: yes
ART: Yes
Three: it was obvious someone did surgery on it, look how off model it is
(to humans, Three and Secunit look identical in body shape)
Ratthi: I kind of assumed you'd just grown out your hair
Seth: ART doesn't have the permits to do that kind of surgery
ART: it was consensual
Secunit: don't say it like that
Iris: what were the more extreme options????
Secunit: I'm not having this conversation. ART, you handle this. Don't be a freak.
Ilya and Shane, but itâs just them seeing each other as a version of their husband no one else understands them seeing.
To Ilya, Shane is the funniest, sexiest, bitchiest and downright FREAKIEST person he knows. He tells everyone he knows this, yet for some reason no one seems to believe him. His husband is such an asshole, and Ilya loves him for it.
While to Shane, Ilya is his soft and most precious baby. A heart of gold and with feelings so wide and deep he is breathless at just how much he CARES. Sunshine itself. Shane laughs at how people describe his âscary, no-smiling Slavic nightmare of a husband.â See Ilya! He DOES get sarcasm (he does not.)
Getting really tired of how all the anti porn censorship posts going around are like, "I don't like porn but I will defend it" or "it was bad for me to see porn young but it's better than the alternative." I like porn. I want to see porn. I was not damaged by seeing porn as a young person. Porn and erotica are valid and fun vehicles for artistic expression and completely normal expressions of human sexuality. We gain nothing by being squeamish in our support of porn, erotica, and nsfw content.
#it was good for me to see erotica at the age I sought it out (definitely younger than 18 Imao) because it was #an extremely safe and low-stakes way to explore the concept of sexuality and what I was and wasn't into #and because I enjoyed it! #some of it l've seen I haven't been into and even found unpleasant but it's baffling to call that harm #any more than smelling something really nasty while out walking has caused me harm. #sometimes things take you by surprise and make you go 'ew bleh' but that is literally. How life is. Like trash in an alley. #And there is quite a lot of cool and enjoyable and joyful stuff also! Like good restaurant smells! #it's just life it's just a part of life. (via @screambirdscreaming)
#prev is highly correct #i recognize that this is a talking point from some very wretched sources. but: the loss of distinction between harm and discomfort #is frankly devastating a lot of people's ability to socially cohere #and needs to be remedied!!!! urgently!!!!!! (via @ursula-legun)
to those of you who need to hear this: there are absolutely surgeries that give you both a penis and vagina at the same time, they're called salmacian surgeries! look them up!
I told someone these existed and they told me that was exactly what they wanted, but they'd been afraid to look it up for fear of how devastating it would be to find out there's no such thing. well there is! which means we need to start handing out flyers and running ads
Prompt #29 - "Double Your Pleasure, Double Your Fun" | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sex, Bondage, Double Penetration, Dom/Sub Vibes | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Established Steddie, Steve Was a Boy Scout, That Comes in Handy These Days
Steve steps back to admire his handiwork.
The knots are beautiful, stark black, blurring into the tattoos on Eddie's pale skin. Steve doesn't know a lot about art, but this? This is art.Â
"You good?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods. The slightest of movements.
Steve was a boy scout, but he never imagined he'd take his knot tying skills and apply them this way. He wonders if he could apply for another patch. His skills have vastly improved since he was last tested.
Rolling Eddie over onto his stomach, Steve runs his fingers down Eddie's spine. Pads of his fingers catching on the ropes cinched around his back, until his fingertips trail down the crack of Eddie's ass, grazing his rim.Â
Eddie shivers. Legs contracting, closing.
Steve knocks his legs open further, "Should I get the bar?"
Eddie hums, a murmur. A no that's probably a yes, but Steve still kneels on the bed between his spread legs, placing a firm hand on his back, pressing down. Putting more pressure on the ropes binding him. Steve knows they can't use the bar if they're going to get to everything they've planned for tonight, but even asking the question is enough to gently nudge Eddie back to where he's supposed to be.
Picking up the first dildo next to Eddie hip, Steve runs his fingers down it, feeling the ridges. He slicks it with lube, pressing the tip of it to Eddie's opening, lightly, teasing him.
Brushing it back and forth.
Eddie squirms.
Steve presses it inside. A slow, easy slide. Eddie is already loose, and Steve twists his wrist, working it in and out in a practiced motion.Â
Then, he slides the toy into the harness that's strapped to Steve's own hips, flush against his dick, and carefully lines up. The tip of his cock breaching Eddie first, followed by the tip of the toy.
Eddie lets out a long moan. Â
"That's it," Steve says, and Eddie's hands squeeze where they are bound behind his back.
He's careful. Slow and methodical, but eventually both himself and the toy are seated inside Eddie. It's a sight to behold, Eddie stretched this far around him.
Steve fucks him. Carefully. In tight, measured thrusts. Knowing Eddie's beyond full, and while he can take it, wants to, this isn't something you rush your way through.
Eddie's gasping, breath hitching in ragged motions. Steve slows. Hand reaching forward to grasp Eddie's shoulder. Squeezing.
Eddie calms, and doesn't give any indication that he'd like Steve to withdraw, or stop, so Steve starts up again.Â
He's close. Too close. Steve slides out of Eddie, unhooking the harness. Tossing it aside. Eddie whines, but Steve ignores him, flipping Eddie over onto his back. Making sure he's comfortable before picking up the second toy. It wobbles, long and unwieldy. Steve grips it with both hands, and feeds it into Eddie. It slides in easily, and Steve maneuvers himself onto his own back, scooting closer to Eddie. Back of thighs touching. Another over generous drizzle of lube, and Steve positions the other side of double-ended dildo at his own opening. Pressing forward.
Feeling the burn. The slide. The heat of Eddie so fucking close. He wants to reach for Eddie's hands, but they're bound behind his back. Instead, Steve settles his hands on Eddie's knees as they rock back and forth.
They're in sync, but they've always been.
Eddie's bent knees are hooked over Steve's thighs as they rock back and forth. Working together on the toy currently shared between them.
It doesn't take long for Eddie. He's been overstimulated, dragged to the edge all night, and he comes, hot spurts coating his belly, Steve's thigh, the ropes. Steve eases to a stop. Gently sliding it out. Watching as Eddie's hole gapes, clutching, as though desperate to keep him.
Steve rolls to his feet, bracing a foot against the bed, working his end of the dick deeper inside him, jerking his cock with his other hand, Eddie's eyes trained on his.Â
When he comes, he leans forward, adding his own mess to Eddie's. Breathing hard, and heavy.
Steve carefully removes the last of the bindings slowly. It's a process. A ritual. And Steve had to learn to go slow. His instincts want to untie him quickly, but Eddie prefers it to go slower, be more ritualistic, and Steve's learned to adapt to the pace of this.Â
Learned there's no rush. That Eddie's fine.
He gently rubs Eddie's wrists, checking his skin for any rope burns. He sees none, and feels pleased with himself. He's gotten good at this. Really good. And that pleases him, because it pleases Eddie.
Steve rubs out Eddie's muscles, checking for knots, for tightness, after being bound in the same position for a while.
Finding none, he holds him. Close to his chest, fingers grazing his skin.
Steve needs to soak. To relax, unwind.Â
"Bath?" Steve asks, an offer that Eddie sometimes accepts, and sometimes declines.
Tonight, Eddie nods, and Steve offers him both of his hands, helping him off the bed. Happy he's coming along.
Once the warm bath is full, Steve climbs in the tub and lets Eddie settle back against his chest, long hair tickling Steve's neck as he burrows close.
"Happy birthday," Steve says softly, and Eddie murmurs his thanks. Lips brushing Steve's neck. His jaw.
He's quiet in these moments. After. And that was the biggest learning curve Steve had, finding the confidence to believe that everything was a-okay, and that Eddie would be regular old Eddie in the morning. A barely contained tornado that shares space, a home, with Steve.
Steve closes his eyes. Enjoying the warm water. Enjoying Eddie. When Eddie chuckles, his back vibrates against Steve's chest.
"What?" Steve asks.
"Double your pleasure, double your fun," Eddie singsongs, and Steve chuckles, pressing his lips to the side of Eddie's head.
"Was it what you'd hoped?" Steve asks.
"More than," Eddie answers, pressing another kiss to Steve's damp skin.
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racism runs so deeply in people that if you call it out you are calling out them, and instead of sitting down and examining their own racism they lash out at you for being sooo meansies to them. you don't even have to be talking about anyone's racist behavior in particular because it makes racists so uncomfortable they will come forward themselves and act like you're targeting them specifically. it's okay when they do it because they're doing it in the correct way, in the nice way! they don't mean it like that. in fact they're actually being progressive. you're the cruel one for acting like their racist behavior is racist. you're the problem if you're bothered by their comfort racism. you're the bitchy colored person who makes eeeverything about racism when it so clearly isn't. i'm fucking sick of this.
joining the war on kids reading any book they want on the side of kids reading any book they want. simply you will be fine. it's even good to be confronted with things you don't understand and even find upsetting, uncomfortable and difficult. it's a surprise tool that will help you later.
literally ok so not a funny story but kind of funny? when I was nine I encountered rape in a book and I was like hey mom whatâs this mean and she explained it and I was like oh. gross. and then like two weeks later a girl on the bus abruptly disclosed her csa and we were all like ????? what ???? but I was like wait hang on thereâs a word for that âïžđ€Â and explained what it meant and that it was illegal and that you could talk to a teacher or my mom if it had happened to you and everyone was like ohhhhh I see I see and very somberly comforted the girl (she was safe she was removed from her home and living with my neighbor at the time so it wasnât Urgent)
People in the notes arguing that this is about individual comfort and misgendering are missing a major piece of the puzzle, which is that programs made for mothers and pregnant women often by definition exclude anyone whose gender marker is not F on every form theyâve ever filled out.
Insurance agencies use M markers to deny coverage for pregnancy related healthcare. Doctors offices hang up on pregnant people trying to schedule pre- and post-natal appointments for themselves because their voices or their names arenât feminine enough. And if they manage to make the appointment, they can get harassed out of the waiting rooms or face medical malpractice behind closed doors.
Charities and benefits made for pregnant or new mothers donât accept pregnant/new fathers or non-gendered parents. The WIC fund is called women, infants, and children.
If we degender pregnancy and childbirth (and periods while weâre at it) we open up support for every trans and intersex person who needs it. We normalize pregnant people of other genders and sexes, leaving less room for harassment and malpractice and more accountability for those who decide to be assholes anyway.
Itâs not a-fucking-bout comfort. Itâs about safety and survival. This can literally be the difference between life and death for some people.
Did you know that in some states children get taken away from parents who didn't do prenatal visits? Yes, this about poor people and people of color but it's also about the gnc and transmasc pregnant people avoiding prenatal care because of the hostility they encounter. It's about them trying to make appointments and being turned away because only women can get pregnant. It's about them not affording prenatal care that's not covered. These people are being punished by having their kids taken away. If we manage to survive pregnancy and childbirth we may have our kids taken away from the same system that had us fighting for our lives.
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