maisie. 20s. she/they. chronically online college student & proud annoying english major. virgo sun, aries moon, capricorn rising. fat white autistic lesbian. chronically ill. this is a safe space to hate men. multishipper and OC x canon enjoyer so don’t shoot me. the girl with the hockey AU.
currently into (and yes, you can call me basic): heated rivalry, wicked, yellowjackets, the pwhl, the pitt, musical theatre more generally, the hunger games, bojack horseman, snoopy (please tag/send me snoopy things!!)
my main pwhl team is the victoire but i like all of them! i have soft spots for seattle vancouver and NY :)
currently reading: they’re going to love you- meg howry
my asks are open! please send me things i beg of you i am yearning to read whatever you have to say
i unequivocally disagree with the use of generative AI in fandom because of how it harms both artists and the environment massively. if you are a user of AI chat bots (including character.ai), AI art generators, or anything else made by generative AI, do not follow me or interact with my blog. if i find out one of you is using generative AI, you will be blocked.
i block freely and often (i’ve been on the internet since i was 10, i’ve seen some shit). things that will 100% get you blocked:
if you’re a minor/ageless blog/blank blog
ANY KIND OF BIGOTRY- racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, fat phobia, ableism, classism, islamophobia, antisemitism. i have a zero tolerance policy for that shit on my page and my dash
zionists- in this house we believe in a free palestine! down with the apartheid state (anti zionism is not antisemitism don’t pmo)
“constructive criticism”/ telling me how to write my fics
harassing me or my mutuals
AI chat bot users/creators (see above)
AO3 profile
#velcro dog- pics of my dog
#maisie’s AUs: the pittsburgh phoenix- the pitt women PWHL AU
know i wanna beat it wanna beat it bad :( oh, everyone looks happy in a photograph :( i’ve crossed the county line i cannot go back :( i’m always on my own :(
emery begging yolanda to finally get over herself and tell trinity how she feels after nearly a year of “casual” situationship hell. yolanda is a stubborn woman and resists for as long as she can, but eventually she runs out of arguments against emery’s logic.
trinity nagging samira about asking emery out endlessly, for months and months and months. it finally gets to the point where samira is so annoyed and she does ask emery out, expecting failure, just to get trinity off her back.
dumb double dates that they refuse to refer to as double dates because that feels—particularly to the surgeons—incredibly immature. double dates are so high school cliche, so the two couples’ standing bar trivia night is not a double date, it’s just trivia!
everyone wants their self-indulgent romantasy to be considered high literature and whatever new mainstream pop boy/girl to be treated as the next beethoven and their gay fluff show on streaming apps to be revolutionary art changing the world and like, they're not. and that's okay. i'm literally watching the stupidest show right now and it's fine. it doesn't have to be more.
there's also the argument of how pop culture used to be the trickle down from high culture for the longest time but now it's an ouroboros eating itself as access and willingness to engage with high culture have been systematically destroyed and diminished through the last decades so your popcorn flick moviemaker now only gets inspiration from other popcorn flicks when their foreparents used to actually read literally and see art of all kinds and your pop musicians used to listen to all sorts of new and old music rather than just their contemporaries/competition and maybe this absence of any sort of culture outside of our easy algorithms is why everyone's so defensive of what they passively consume and so attached to it as a part of their identity but that's a discussion for another day
On this day, 18 July 1969, Black Panthers held a conference in Oakland alongside the predominantly white anti-racist Young Patriots Organisation and Puerto Rican street gang-turned-radical group the Young Lords.
A KPIX news report described the event as an “unconventional convention” which was nevertheless “well-organised and orderly”, and explained that the Panthers’ motivation in holding it was to emphasise “class struggle” and “revolutionary unity”.
The Young Patriots were a group of poor, mostly Appalachian migrants in Chicago. Although they opposed racism, they originally wore Confederate flags, which they believed were a symbol of rebellion.
Leading Panther Fred Hampton played a key role in building links with them and other white working-class youth, until he was assassinated by police.
In his speech, William "Preacherman" Fesperman of the Young Patriots, argued for armed self-defence against police brutality: "A gun on the side of a pig means two things: it means racism and it means capitalism and the gun on the side of a revolutionary, on the side of the people, means solidarity and socialism."
Later, the Young Patriots abandoned the Confederate flag symbol as an irredeemable symbol of white supremacy. As former-Patriot Hy Thurman explained to Redneck Revolt: “As we grew politically and respected the Black Panthers and the Young Lords we determined that there was no place in the movement or the world for the Confederate flag. It symbolises a period of time when our Black brothers and sisters were mere property to be sold or destroyed at the white man's convenience. And that the Confederate flag was created to serve as a symbol of plantation owners to perpetuate slavocracy.”
Learn more about the Panthers in these books by former members: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/collections/all/black-panthers
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
my dog is trinity santos coded in that she’s very affectionate but only with the people she’s comfortable around. one time i checked the cameras while she was at doggy daycare and she was just awkwardly sitting in the corner
Free Day // Have Fun - Garsanshimi - it's just all smut - Garcia is unable to participate - I can't even give a preview the smut starts in the first sentence - MDNI
Everyone say thank you to @santos-dreaming for requesting this!
Yolanda knows she’s in deep when Baran takes out a second harness after getting Trinity’s set with hers. The surgeon instinctively goes to get out of the chair to help her but is immediately reminded by the leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists. Baran of course immediately notices and smirks.
“See Asalam, I told you the cuffs were needed.” Baran says lowly, looking over at Trinity. The youngest nods at her. But neither of them even cast a quick glance at Yolanda who’s already feeling desperate as she looks between them.
Her eyes follow Baran to the closest and her mouth goes dry. She's putting on the strap that she normally fucks Trinity with. That's hers to fuck her girl with. The one she's been using since before they all got together.
“Baran what the fuck? That's mine.” Yolanda growls trying to stand yet again, but this time with more force and she nearly sends herself and the chair sideways onto the floor. Baran and Trinity yet again don't cast a glance at her. She's three feet from the right side of the bed in a kitchen chair. Her ankles have about two inches of wiggle room and her hands are shackled behind her back with an extra chain that connects to the bar at the bottom of the chair.
Baran doesn't spear Yolanda a glance as she approaches the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs for me Trinity.” Baran softly commands. The younger woman immediately complies with a sigh. “That's a good girl. You warmed up like I asked?” She nods and the attending smiles. “Very good.” She climbs onto the bed and crawls slowly up.
“Baran, take off that strap!” Yolanda demands, pulling at her restraints. “It's mine! It's fucking mine!” Yolanda's voice getting louder and somewhat frantic. That's hers for her to fuck her good girl with. To make her see stars. Hers. Hers. HERS. “Trinity, close your legs right now!”
Her demands of course ignored. This is what they agreed to. Yolanda wanted this. She wanted to give up all power. Have no choice unless she said ‘red.’ They laid most things out with certain things like what exactly Baran and Trinity would be doing together was left out to intensify the feeling of helplessness.
And now she's facing that mystery head on. Trinity only opens her legs wider while Baran steps between them. It's just then that Yolanda notices the lube in Baran's hand. She puts some in her hand, pumping the strap around her hips and all three women moan. The moans only grow louder when Baran applies more to her hands and takes hold of Trinity's strap doing the same.
“Fuck Baran!” Trinity whines. She reaches out and takes a hold of the oldest woman's hips. “In please I've been good please.” She begs.
“You have been such a good girl for me. Waiting so patiently while I got our guest set up.” Baran coos.
“Guest?!” Yolanda yells. She immediately tries to break out again. But the restraints are solid. Definitely worth the pretty penny they paid for all three of them to have a set of their own. A whimper slips past her lips. “Baran please. That's mine.”
Baran answers her by lining the strap up to Trinity’s cunt and pushing in. The youngest’s back immediately arches off the bed as she moans. “Bee. Fuck feels so good.” She whimpers.
“That's good Baby, I'm glad.” Baran hums as she takes the hand that was guiding her strap and wraps it back around Trinity’s. “You're going to let me play with your cock while I fuck you right sweet girl?”
Trinity just nods at first but as soon as Baran slows her hand she finds her voice in the form of a whimper. “Yes. Fuck yes please. Please please.”
Baran just hums as she bottoms out. Trinity keens and the attending responses by pulling out just a bit and slamming back in making the R3’s back arch harshly. “Baran!” She cries.
Yolanda watches on as the oldest sets an intense pace, slamming into Trinity like she might never get to do this again. “That's right Asalam, it's just you and me. I'm gonna take care of you.” Baran says, breath heavy, as her hand sinks up with her hips.
Trinity lets out a sob that Yolanda knows as her being fully consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body. The surgeon remembers that Trinity also has a grinding pad on. She sees tears roll down Trinity’s temples and if she could she would saw her hands and feet off to be able to lean over her younger girlfriend and lick the tears away.
She moans, rutting her hips against the chair but no relief comes. Baran stripped her so she couldn’t find friction with her underwear. “Baran.” Yolanda gasps. “Please let me out. Let me sit behind her please.” She begs.
Baran must take it a sign to fuck their younger girlfriend with even more fervor. She lets go of Trinity’s strap while keeping the pace of her hips and pushes her other woman's legs up toward her chest. “Hold your legs for me, pretty girl. ‘m gonna make you forget your name.”
Trinity manages a whine and nods, tears flowing like a river. Baran leans down and licks at the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. When you take me so well like the best girl. My good girl.”
It's then that Baran casts a quick knowing smug glance at Yolanda. “All mine.” She growls before bringing her full attention back to Trinity.
“All yours!” Trinity cries.
Baran sets herself up straight again and becomes frenzied. She takes hold of Trinity's strap again, stroking it so her fist slams against the base.
“Baran! I–I–I PLEASE!” Trinity screams.
Baran moans in response. “You gonna cum for me, Babygirl? Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna make a mess of my sheets?”
“Yes YES please!” She begs.
Baran says nothing else and just keeps her frenzied pace while Trinity moans, babbles, and begs for the oldest woman. The sound of their skin slapping together is absurdly filthy and Yolanda wishes she could record it. The oldest woman just watches, mouth opens in awe of the woman under her completely falling apart.
Yolanda’s not sure how long it's been but suddenly Trinity starts to shake. “Cum for me baby. Cum right now.” Baran commands.
The youngest doesn't disappoint as the grip on her legs give out and her back snaps up in an almost impossible way. Her mouth is open in a silent cry for a few moments before an obscene, loud moan slips past. Yolanda watches the space where their bodies meet and sees cum splashing up onto both their stomachs. She'd give a kidney to clean them with her tongue.
“Good girl. My best girl.” Baran says over the noise, letting the strap go so she can keep her pace and lean over Trinity. “Stay with me Baby. I'll slow down in a minute.” She says before crashing their lips together.
A whine leaves Yolanda's lung and her hips strain for anything to relieve the ache between her legs. “Baran, please let me out. Please.” She nearly sobs.
She's ignored again and she's stuck listening to the wet sounds of their skin slapping together and watching them melt into one another.
Baran's hips slow as she pulls away from the kiss. She looks down at Trinity with all the love in the world. And then her face quirks into a hungry smirk.
Yolanda's mouth drops open as Baran undoes her harness but leaves the strap in Trinity. Then she rises up and climbs until her cunt is hovering over Trinity’s strap.
“We're gonna cum together now, okay Baby? Then we'll go get cleaned up.” Baran coos. As soon as Trinity nods, Baran sinks down onto the strap all the way to the base. “Fuck, Baby. I'm so full. Now you lay back and let me ride you. I've got you.” Trinity can only nod again.
Baran smiles down at her and lets loose. She rides Trinity with a vigor Yolanda's not sure she's ever seen. Both women let moans and whimpers rip from their lungs as they build to an orgasm together.
Yolanda has accepted her fate but still ruts her hips like a mad woman, matches Baran's speed. She moans with them hoping they'll look at her. Trinity almost does when she moans extra loud but Baran just grabs her jaw, keeping it so they only see each other.
“If our guest wants to cum she'll figure it out, Asalam. She doesn't need your attention.” Baran says condescendingly, and it makes both Trinity and Yolanda moan again.
Yolanda keeps going. Watching. Moaning. And suddenly she feels it. A slow building warmth in her stomach. Oh my god. She watches Baran hips jack up and down on Trinity and it's the hottest thing she's ever seen. The way both their tits bounce with the force. The sounds they make. They're her perfect girls. They're hers. Even if they're pretending right now that they're not. The warmth keeps building along with them.
“Fuck!” They all say in unison.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Yolanda whines as her thighs start to shake with fatigue. “Fuck, you two are so beautiful it's gonna make me cum. Fuck please cum so I can please. Please, I need it please!” She begs as tears roll down her cheeks. “Please.” A sob following after.
Both Trinity and Baran moan and the woman on top drops her head back. “Let's not keep our guest waiting, Baby. I want you to cum in 3… 2… 1.” Baran commands.
Yolanda knows the count down was for Trinity, but tell that to her attention and touch starved brain. Her clit throbs and her core clenches around nothing as her orgasm ripped through her body. A cry of relief soars out of her and her head falls forward. Her ears are ringing and her eyes are squeezed shut as her body shakes. She feels tears falling onto her bare thighs. I need them. I need them so bad. I just want them to look at me. Please be looking at me when I look up. Please.
But before she can raise her head she feels her chair being moved forward.
Her head shoots up and finds Baran reaching out to her. A gentle hand finds her cheek and wipes at the tears. Another hand finds her knee and her eyes find a very blissed out Trinity smiling at her.
“You did so well, Azizam.” Baran whispers, leaning in to kiss Yolanda gently. When she pulls back just a bit she softens more before leaning back in, this time letting her tongue collect the tears that are apparently still falling. “How about all three of us go get cleaned up and then go cuddle on the couch?”
Both Yolanda and Trinity hum in agreement but the surgeon does manage to find her voice. “That sounds perfect, Baby. Thank you.”
