âLove Languagesâ are just common couples therapy techniques mangled and repackaged by an unqualified homophobe. Relationships generally need all 5 love languages to be fulfilled, which is to say, everybody needs to communicate with, spend time with, and do things for their partners, and thatâs got nothing to do with any special way you communicate affection.
MBTI has been proven completely ineffective at predicting anyoneâs success at a particular job, and half the people who take it twice will get different results. Reputable psychologists do not recognize it, and the company that owns the rights to it uses it to scam people. People donât adhere to strict binaries in basically anything. Very few people are going to be exclusively introverted or extroverted. Itâs just astrology repackaged as pseudoscience. Shockingly enough, you canât boil the complexity of the human experience down to a dozen Types of Guy.
The concept of IQ is flawed from the startâ âintelligenceâ is an abstract concept that encompasses many different skills, from social intelligence to emotional intelligence to the very narrow kind of problem solving intelligence IQ tests generally measure for. It cannot predict how fast you learn, how much you know, or how logical and well read you are. It mostly measures how good you are at solving puzzles. Coincidentally, itâs also a pretty good predictor of income and education level, take a guess why. Most peopleâs IQ will change throughout their lives, because itâs inconsistent bullshit weâve only held onto this long because weâre still kinda hoping we can breed the ubermensch. IQ tests and the way they attempt to categorize people are explicitly eugenicist and racist.
BMI was developed by a man known as the grandfather of eugenics, who first of all was a mathematician, not a doctor, and second never intended the formula to be used to categorize individuals. Itâs intended to give a rough estimate of obesity in populations, and itâs not even good at that. It hangs around because of fatphobia and insurance companies who want it as an excuse to charge fat people more.
The study which determined peopleâs prefrontal cortex was still developing at 25⊠stopped measuring at 25. Evidence suggests your brain probably never stops developing. Stop infantilizing grown adults. This is a branch off from the larger mess of misinformation surrounding fMRIs.
If you havenât put together what all these things have in common yet, hereâs the moral of the story: STOP TRYING TO CATEGORIZE PEOPLE. STOP TRYING TO PUT PEOPLE IN A GODDAMN BIOLOGICAL HIERARCHY. EUGENICS IS BAD, AND WILL ALWAYS BE BAD, NO MATTER WHOâS DOING IT.
as requested. new dog chapter out tn <3
* note on setting: this was from an early draft where they had their cocktails at the bar instead of at the table. that was the main catalyst for this scene, the twenty-foot distance between laeâzel & shadowheart. minthara might have immediately dragged her ass to the gender neutral bathroom if shadowheart hadn't started a fight.
* this scene starts right after the post-frangelico makeout.
* content warnings: uhhhh rough intoxicated sex.
Laeâzel grew hot with pride and woozy with drink.
âSo good,â Minthara murmured, stroking the back of her neck and leaning in closely. âShould you be rewarded?â She added, barely above a whisper.
Laeâzel nodded stupidly, eyes large and unfocused. Minthara grabbed her by the hand and led her away from the bar. Laeâzel allowed herself to be pulled along, a dull throbbing in her head off-tempo with the music of the bar. She tried to look behind her shoulder for a glimpse of Shadowheart, but found that the crowd was too dense to catch sight of her now.
Minthara led them into the family restroom. Her hands were immediately shoving Laeâzel against the door and groping at her midsection. She raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting the hard muscle there. She paused, and then traced her hands around where she could feel the dips and curves.
âOh, and she has abs?â Minthara muttered, more to herself than to Laeâzel. She ran her hands down to her hips, towards the fly of her jeans. In a panic, Laeâzelâs hand shot out to grab her wrist â if there was a time to disclose that she was trans, this was it. Laeâzel tried to urge herself to say the words, but her eyes kept darting back to the double Venus symbol below her thumb nervously; was this a bad idea?
âIf youâre not going to let me touch you, then get on your knees,â Minthara ordered before she could agonize about it any more.
Laeâzel, relieved to find solution that didnât involve outing herself and risking semi-public humiliation, obediently dropped onto her knees and looked up to Minthara for more instruction.
Normally, she was more assertive than this, but, in her current state, she was more than happy to be bossed around.
âI'm sure you know what you're supposed to do on your knees, Lae'zel; no need to wait for instruction.â
Laeâzel sat up straight, hands immediately tugging at the dark leather belt on her slacks. When Minthara didnât stop or chastise her, she undid the buckle, loosening the pants. Fingers fumbling with her button and her fly, she paused when she felt something hard press up against her forearm.
For a second, she was filled with a hope of solidarity or kinship, but it was replaced by something completely different when she tugged down Mintharaâs pants to reveal the dark purple, eight-inch strap-on in her trousers.
She gaped for a second. Its shaft was littered with small ribbed spines, intended for increased pleasure, and Laeâzel had to give it further pause.
She recognized this dildo.
She wanted to pass it off as a popular dildo model, but when Mintharaâs pants slipped further down her thighs to pool at her knees, Laeâzel grew more and more aghast with duplicity.
Angular hips, three freckles forming a small pointed constellation on her hip â this was a long-time collaborator of Shadowheartâs. She looked back up at Minthara, a total stranger smirking down at her, and back down to Mintharaâs hips and thighs, which she felt intimately familiar with.
âItâs not for you,â Minthara told her sternly when one of her hands, without her quite realizing it, reached up to wrap around its base.
Laeâzelâs confusion was completely overshadowed by some unfounded jealousy. If not her, then who was this supposed to be for? Orin?
âYou seem disappointed,â Minthara pouted mockingly at her. She pinched her chin with her thumb and forefinger, forcing her gaze back up to her. The shaft of the cock hit her cheekbone, and she flinched at the sudden contact with it.
She couldnât help it, eyes darting back down, trying to conjure a memory or visualize exactly where she had seen it before, but everything was tinged with the slightest haze. She pretended there was anywhere else she could have seen it than inside Shadowheart, but the odds were not in her favor.
Mintharaâs hand slid up her face to grab a rough fistful of her hair. âYou've been so good for me all night. I'll let you lick it, if you want,â She said, lulling her head from side to side as if she didnât particularly care either way.
ABSOLUTELY DICKED DOWN W/ MTH (FACELESS & CLOSEUP STREAM)
Was that in May of last year? Laeâzel was overcome with a near euphoria in realization. She leaned forward, towards the base, smelling the expensive leather of the harness mix with heady smell of Minthara's arousal. It was mid-May. Shadowheart came three times on this strap. To Minthara. To MTH.
She licked it from base to tip, just as sloppily as she knew Minthara wanted her to be right now. Her chin dragged along, picking up her spit and making it shine. When she reached the tip, she sat back on her heels and looked up at her.
Mintharaâs eyes darkened. âAre you waiting for another command? Like a dog?â
Laeâzel bit her lip to muffle her whimper. Yes. She would do anything to keep this cock in her mouth right now, and she was drunk enough to not be embarrassed about it. She would bark, if Minthara ordered her to. She would chase her tail. She would piss on the floor. Whatever it took to keep her mouth full, throat stuffed.
âAnswer me.â
âYes.â
âWhat do you want, pet?â
Laeâzel's eyes flicked back down to the strap â every time she looked at it, she could see Shadowheart fucking herself onto it; Shadowheart leaking around it; Shadowheart pulling herself off of it. She was held captive by its history, unable to deny the temptation.
âI want your strap.â
âCall it what it is.â
âI - I want your cock.â
Minthara cooed at her, sickeningly-sweet condescension. âHow badly?â
Laeâzel traced a finger over the sharp bones of her hips, around the edge of her harness and the outcrop of a bush. She would recognize these hips anywhere. She followed the shape of the harness down between Mintharaâs legs. She pressed down on the base experimentally, and looked up when Minthara let out a hiss between her teeth. Her clit was perfectly situated at the base of the harness, any pressure against the dildo was pressure against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Lae'zel made note of this.
She slipped her fingers further down. The harness of the strap ended right at her cunt, giving Laeâzel just enough room to slip the pads of her fingers through the hot slick of her cunt.
âVery badly,â Laeâzel whispered. She couldnât think enough to say something witty or flirty, only had the brain power for these simple responses.
Even if it lacked luster, it worked. Minthara tugged on her hair, bringing her lips closer to the tip of the toy. Laeâzel wrapped her lips around the head, and circled her fingers around the tight entrance of her cunt. She pushed into Minthara slowly with her two middle fingers, finding very little resistance.
Minthara moaned, eyelashes fluttering. She sunk her hips further into Laeâzelâs fingers while thrusting the cock forward through her lips and into her mouth.
She gave Lae'zel no time to adjust to it in her mouth, and was already pushing into her throat. She was fighting the urge to gag as it passed the crest of her tongue, fluttered against the back of her throat. She fucked Minthara slowly, relishing in the exploration of it, the silkiness of her walls. She rotated her fingers inside of her, scissoring them, letting them stretch her out. She took note of every gasp and moan, each buck of her hips. She was attentive, and she felt the reward in each new gush of wetness she felt against her fingers.
Minthara ran her fingers through her hair, stopping at the crown of her head and grabbing a fistful there. She leaned forward, so her hand cushioned the back of Laeâzelâs head from the marble countertop of the bathroom.
Experimentally, she rocked her hips back and forward. She buried her strap deeper in Laeâzelâs throat, making her gag around it. She let out a snicker and did it again, harder, not breaking to let Laeâzel catch her breath.
Laeâzel choked again, saliva bubbling up out of her lips, but she was willing to do almost anything to keep her mouth around it. Every time Mintharaâs fingers tightened in her hair, Laeâzel thought that, surely, this would be as far as she could handle it, but was proven wrong with every forceful thrust. Her fingers tried to follow chase, curling with each thrust, but stuttering too often to keep a consistent or steady pace.
Minthara tugged her hair, forcing her face to an angle that strained her neck awkwardly. Laeâzel realized she was trying to help her open her throat to take more, and did her best to comply. Two deep thrusts, and Mintharaâs hips shakily met Laeâzelâs chin. She couldnât breathe, felt hot tears prick at her eyes from the fullness in her throat. She was thankful, at least, that she didnât have to worry about her teeth scraping against the purple silicone. Her fingers paused inside of Minthara, trying to concentrate on taking her like she wanted.
Minthara let out a long, shaky moan, the hand in her hair letting go of its hold to pet her gently. She pulled out completely, a long string of drool still connecting Laeâzelâs mouth and the dildo. Laeâzel looked up at Minthara through teary eyes, mouth still wide open, waiting for more.
âYou took it all, and you still want me to keep fucking your mouth?â Minthara rasped.
Laeâzel only nodded, trying to keep from being too eager. She was so hard that she didnât care if Minthara noticed or not - her own safety was the last of her priorities. She could feel herself sobering up, little by little, but her rationality was still two shots to the wind.
Her fingers continued to work inside Minthara, hoping to give her a cue to keep fucking her face like that. Instead, disappointingly, Minthara tugged at her wrist, a gentle request to pause. Laeâzel slipped out of her, waited on her knees yet again, a dog awaiting its next command. She loosened the straps on the harness, just enough for the dildo to fall into the crotch of her pants.
Minthara shifted, moving her knee up onto the countertop so her pussy was spread wide above Laeâzel. If she had the time - or the courage - she would ask Minthara to stand there like that, until one of the drops of slick gathering on her folds fell onto the tile between them.
Laeâzel stared up her cunt dumbly, looking at the ends of her bush curling up with her wetness.
âCâmon, dog: lick,â Minthara snapped her fingers in front of her face.
It was embarrassingly un-Laeâzel-like; the way she sat up taller, immediately burying her face between hot folds. Her nose brushed through the thick pubic hair there, leading the trail for her tongue to follow through her slit and up to her engorged clit. She wrapped her mouth around it, delighted to find it at least triple the size of Shadowheartâs. It felt about the size of the bubblegum in the center of a Blowpop.
She found it easy to suck, even easier to flick over with her tongue. Mintharaâs hands once again wound in her hair, this time with less precision and more desperation. Her hips bucked up against Laeâzel, and she had to wrap her arms around her thighs to keep her steady enough to track of where she was licking and how. Still, Minthara ground down with a near-painful force, her gasps picking up.
âF - fingers again, honey,â she instructed her.
Laeâzel was quick to obey. She buried three fingers deep inside of Minthara, reveling at the high-pitched moan that bounced off of blue-tiled walls.
There was a loud knock at the door, but Minthara paid it no mind. She rode her face with just as much fervor and confidence until her thighs began to tremble.
Three more knocks at the door, and a muffled, âLaeâzel?â
It was Shadowheart, she realized with horror.
âMore licking, less sucking,â Minthara commanded breathlessly. âMake me come.â
Laeâzel swirled her tongue around Mintharaâs clit, enjoying the weight of it in her mouth. Her tongue rubbed up against her hood, and when she laid it flat against the exposed hard tip of her clit, she felt Minthara fall apart around her. Plush walls squeezed against Laeâzelâs fingers, and the grip on her hair was so tight that it burned her scalp. Lae'zel kept her tongue flat, let Minthara's hips decide exactly where, how hard, and how fast she needed it.
She rode Laeâzelâs face until she had milked every last drop out of her orgasm.
She dismounted from Laeâzel gracefully, pulling her strap back over her hips. Lae'zel watched it mindlessly, chest heaving and chin shimmering with slick.
âYou were very good,â Minthara told her as she tightened her harness again. She turned to the mirror and ran her hands through her hair, straightened out and tucked in her blouse.
Laeâzel stayed on her knees for another moment, trying to let herself catch up to the present. Her hands fell in her lap, protecting her modesty. Her jaw ached, her throat was bruised, her scalp hurt, and her nose was sore from the constant assault from sharp pelvic bones. â still, the pain was overshadowed by the throbbing in her groin, the heartbeat in her ribcage, the bitter taste of Minthara on her tongue.
Minthara squatted down to Laeâzelâs height once her harness and pants were secured on her hips once more. She dropped a few paper towels from the sink onto Laeâzelâs lap. âYouâd better clean up after yourself,â she whispered as she opened the bathroom door to slip out.
She heard a commotion outside - a brief clash with Shadowheart. She squeezed her eyes shut, knees now beginning to ache dully against the ceramic bathroom tile.
The door opened quickly after Minthara had closed it, but Laeâzel was still trying to steady herself, catch her breath, let the fog in her vision clear.
hey so a bunch of people have taken this post as an opportunity to decry interpreting media sexually/suggestively at all and itâs pissing me off. joining the war on eroticism on the side of eroticism. #ThatCigaretteIsAPenis
âThe feminist critique is in the air now. If my rendition of Black Panther wasnât created by that critique, it breathed the same air. I canât really kill off or depower women characters without grappling with Gail Simone. I canât really think about how women characters are drawn anymore without thinking about the women in Bitch Planet, and how they seem drawn beyond the male gaze. This is why criticism is important. The job of criticism isnât to interrupt or encourage commercial prospects. (âBatman vs Superman smashes Box Office, despite critic complaints!â) Criticism should push our imagination and help us understand what is actually possible in art and, Iâd argue, even what is moral. Through much of my time collecting comic books I never took much issue with how women were drawn. I had a vague sense that there was something about, say, the reworking of Psylocke that bugged me. But I simply didnât give it much thought. It never occurred to me, for instance, to ask whether a superheroes pose was anatomically possible. It never occurred to me to ask why a super-hero would have DD cup-size. Was that for her benefit, or for mine? I never asked. The feminist critique of comics has made ânot askingâ a lot harder. That, in itself, is a victory. The point is not to change the thinking of the active sexist. (Highly unlikely.) The point is to force the passive sexist to take responsibility for his own thoughts.â
â The Feminists of Wakanda, Â Ta-Nehisi Coats (via hellotailor)
"born in the wrong era" but there's no particular time period i'd rather be living in, I'm just pissed af at having to live through the global resurgence of fascism
This comic is part of the BG3 yuri zine. :3 The pages are not sequential, and only some pages will be shared. (First 1,2 page, middle one, last 4,5 page)
