First it was the Mexicans, legal citizens born here from immigrant parents, that were claimed as non citizens. Now it’s the children of gay parents. Don’t you see what’s happening? Disenfranchisement. Classic fascism. We’re heading towards a totalitarian regime folks. Trump is a white supremacist and him and his administration won’t stop until they’ve recreated Hitler’s Nazi Germany.
Hitler didn’t start as histories greatest monster, or he wouldn’t have gained the power he got. It was only after he became too powerful to be removed that he revealed his true nature. You have to look for the warning signs and there are a lot of them with the Trump administration. Like, big red flags with glowing flares.
The worst thing is that Hitler had to put some effort into gaining his power, while Trump has been waving his red flags as high as possible since the start and no one seems to care…
Ten steps to genocide (we are at number 8 now with the ‘detention centers’ by the way. Next step is literally extermination. Just thought y’all would like to know)
Also see poem “First they came”
I’ve been saying this since 2016. I hope you care now that it might affect you.
- i’m socially exhausted
- i don’t have the time right now
- i don’t know how to reply
- i have a bad memory and got distracted
- i’m having a depressive episode and don’t have the energy to socialise
not reasons i haven’t replied back:
- i’m ignoring you just because
- i hate you
- i’m fed up with you
- i don’t want to be your friend anymore
sometimes you say or do bad things while you’re in an awful mental place. sometimes you say things that are rude or uncalled for or manipulative. and i’m not going to hold that against you. mental illness is hard, and no one is perfect. but once you’re through that episode, you need to take steps to make amends. you need to apologize.
“i couldn’t help it, i was having a bad episode” is a justification, not an apology.
“i’m so fucking sorry, i fucked up, i don’t deserve to live, i should stop talking to anyone ever, i should die” is a second breakdown and a guilt trip. it is not an apology.
when you apologize, the focus should be on the person you hurt. “i’m sorry. i did something that was hurtful to you. even if i was having a rough time, you didn’t deserve to hear that,” is a better apology. if it was a small thing, you can leave it at that.
if you caused significant distress to the other person, this is a good time to talk about how you can minimize damage in the future. and again, even if it is tempting to say you should self-isolate and/or die, that is not a helpful suggestion. it will result in the person you’re talking to trying to talk you out of doing that, which makes your guilt the focus of the conversation instead of their hurt.
you deserve friendship, and you deserve support. but a supportive friend is not an emotional punching bag, and mental illness does not absolve you of responsibility for your actions. what you say during a mental breakdown doesn’t define you. how you deal with the aftermath though, says a lot.
we need more books that are written like YA novels but have characters in their 20s… like I can’t keep reading books about teenagers but I’m also not ready for the weird adult romance section of the book store
Danny and Roy are almost boyfriends and danny has a wet dream about him whilst sharing a bed with him
I managed to post this without a comment, but uhm, I have a very similar one to this in my asks already. If this is something people really want to read, I'll find a way to write it?
Would love to see the biadore neighbors one from you! Would like to see both scenarios: one person sees the other naked through the window, and one sees the other bringing home guys and gets jealous!
I’m in the process of writing this as well! Will try to have it up soon! <3
Roy has a child who has really bad anxiety and is bullied at school and is selective mute, using sign language to communicate. Danny is her teacher who takes a shine to her and helps her begin to start talking again. He also has a huge crush on Roy.
Ooooh, yes. I’ve started outlining some main plot points. It will definitely be a longer fic, so you’ll have to wait a little bit for the first chapter! <3 (Also, would you want to see it from Roy’s P.O.V., Danny’s P.O.V. or both?)
I've maybe got a prompt idea? though it's not that In Depth- maybe roy having to take care of a very drunk danny who pretty much let himself into roy's house/apartment/hotel room. maybe it'd involve roy desperately trying to stop danny from messing up the place too badly bc danny absolutely on for example cooking something for roy, and or other shenaginans ??
Oh my god, I love this! Definitely going to be writing it, I have some ideas!
“For fuck’s sake,” Roy glared over at Danny from where he was sitting at the bar. This was supposed to be a night out for the two of them to catch up after not seeing each other for a long time, and of course, Danny had already found himself someone to make out with.
Roy didn’t know why he was surprised. This happened every time. They would go out drinking, and Danny would end up leaving with someone else without even telling Roy first. It wasn’t that he was upset or jealous, Danny was his best friend, but he didn’t want to sleep with him. He just didn’t want Danny to sleep with anyone else when they were supposed to hang out just the two of them.
Downing his drink quickly, Roy didn’t know what he was thinking, but he walked over to where Danny was dancing with another man. He sneaked up behind him, putting a hand on his hip and putting his mouth to his ear.
“I thought we were supposed to catch up,” he asked him, satisfied as Danny turned around with wide eyes to look at him. At first, the younger of the two looked surprised, then he grinned at Roy. He could see Danny wave the other man off as he fully turned around to dance with Roy instead.
They must be really drunk, Roy thought to himself, as they were standing there, dancing with each other and feeling each other’s bodies.
“You know?” Roy said. “I’m so fucking tired of you sleeping around with everyone you see.”
“Oh? You jealous, old man?” Danny asked with a smirk, and Roy glared at him for a second, before shaking his head. The taller laughed, then leaned in to seemingly whisper something to Roy. Then he bit his ear lobe and gently sucked on his neck. “Oh yeah? So you wouldn’t mind if I did this to someone else?”
Okay, so maybe a little jealous, Roy had to admit, as he pulled Danny closer.
“What do you think you’re doing, Noriega?” he asked, trying to ignore the fact that their crotches were now grinding directly on each other, people were looking, and Roy could feel the outline of Danny’s hard dick.
“I’m getting you in my bed tonight,” Danny replied, then turned away from Roy and walked out of the bar. Roy stared after him for a second, before following, realizing that he might as well do that and enjoy his night.
“First of all, your house is messy,” he told Danny as he got them an uber, finally catching up with him. “Let’s go to mine.”
The ride to Roy’s house felt very much like every other ride they ever shared. There was no touching, no kissing, no anything. Just the two of them talking and joking around with each other like normal. For a moment, Roy had entirely forgotten why Danny was coming to his house in the first place.
Once they walked inside, however, he remembered quickly. Danny didn’t even wait for Roy to remove his jacked before pushing him against the door and then bringing their lips together. They had kissed loads of times before, but this felt different. This felt hungrier, needier, it felt like it should have happened a long time ago.
“I want you to fuck me,” Danny moaned as he broke their kiss, biting down on Roy’s neck instead. Roy held back his own moan, trying to keep his cool.
“Then let’s fucking go to my room,” he said with a roll of his eyes, letting out a small sigh of pleasure as Danny licked over where he had just bit down on his neck. Danny nodded and then picked Roy up. At first, Roy was kind of surprised, but then he went along with it and brought their lips back together. It didn’t take long before their kiss became wet and sloppy, tongues intertwining and exploring the other’s mouth.
Roy didn’t even notice that Danny had carried him to his bedroom before he felt his back hitting the mattress, Danny hovering over him as they continued to make out. Roy could feel the younger man’s fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, and he gently moved his hands to the hem of Danny’s crop top, trying to pull it over his head. Breaking the kiss for a second to be able to successfully remove Danny’s top, he lifted his back off the mattress and sitting down in Danny’s lap, making it easier to remove his own shirt.
Once Danny’s top was off, and Danny was working on removing Roy’s, he gently kissed down Danny’s jaw and throat. Leaving small bites and sucking down on particularly sensitive places, he let himself enjoy the small noises of pleasure Danny was making.
“Oh fuck, Roy,” the younger of the two pulled him closer, scratching as he did so. Roy moaned slightly as he pushed Danny down into the mattress, continuing to kiss and lick down his chest and down to his shorts. He stopped to move back up, kissing him on the lips again. Danny looked at him as he moved to find the bottle of lube he usually kept by his bed, just so that he wouldn’t need to find it later.
“I’m out of condoms,” he groaned with a sigh as he looked in the drawer. He grabbed the lube, but the box of condoms was completely empty.
“You clean?” Danny asked, biting his lip. Roy nodded, catching onto what Danny was suggesting. They knew each other well, he trusted Danny, so why not? Only a bit concerned, Roy decided to say fuck it and moved back to where Danny was.
“This is going to change a lot of shit, isn’t it?” Roy asked with a chuckle, he could see the worry in Danny’s eyes for a moment, before he too started chuckling.
“And so what? It’s not as if you haven’t dreamt of fucking me for the past five years,” Danny grinned, and with a slight pull in stomach, Roy realized that he was right. Maybe he’d wanted Danny for a bit longer than he’d imagined.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Roy decided, not wanting to ruin this before it even started. Maybe it would fuck shit up between them, maybe not, but he certainly didn’t want to overthink it now. As Roy looked at Danny he noticed that Danny had already removed his shorts and was now only in his boxers.
Seeing the clear outline of where Danny’s dick was straining against the fabric of his underwear, Roy didn’t hesitate before removing his pants. He climbed on top of Danny, moving one hand to his hair and placing the other on Danny’s hip. Feeling Danny place both of his hands on Roy’s lower back, he got pulled down so that their dicks were touching, only thin layers of underwear between them.
Unable to keep still, Roy moved his hips, trying to get some friction. Danny moaned before joining him, finding a rhythm and a position where their dicks were lining up perfectly. Sneaking the hand that was on Danny’s hip between them, he started tugging on Danny’s underwear to get it off, wanting to be able to pleasure the taller man.
Seconds later, both men were completely naked, and Danny pulled Roy down by the neck, forcing him into a kiss. Roy let out a loud moan as their tongues found each other and Danny’s hand moved to slowly stroke Roy’s dick. Roy opened his eyes to grab the lube next to them, letting Danny work on his dick for a little longer before moving off of him and down to between his legs.
Danny looked a little confused for a second, but Roy only had to look at him before Danny realized what Roy was going to do and he rolled around so that he was laying on his stomach, giving Roy a perfect view of his ass. Deciding not to overthink it, he leaned in to lick a broad stripe over Danny’s hole. Enjoying the loud moan escaping Danny, Roy repeated the motion, using his hands to spread his cheeks further apart.
Taking his time to make sure that Danny was completely relaxed, he pointed his tongue slightly and added some more pressure to break through the tight rim. He could see Danny’s hands clutch his bed sheets and he had to resist smirking in success, moving his tongue in and out and alternating between licking the rim and pushing inside every now and then.
“Fuck,” Danny groaned, lifting his ass off of the mattress to push up to Roy’s mouth, making Roy let out a small moan as well, giving it a final lick before moving so that he was sitting up straight. He poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, then carefully pushed one into the younger man.
There was almost no resistance, so Roy was easily able to get it knuckle deep, pushing it in and out a few times before adding another finger. This time there was slightly more resistance, but not enough to make Danny give any indication of being uncomfortable yet. After spreading and moving his fingers around a bit to stretch him open, he bent his fingers slightly, finding his prostate without much difficulty.
“Roy, please,” the younger man begged. “ Just fuck me.”
Roy chuckled slightly before adding another finger, not missing the low hiss Danny let out. Even if he was a bit more gentle, he trusted Danny to tell him if he was in pain, so he kept going, taking his time to do it properly. Ignoring Danny’s moans to hurry up, he did feel like he should add another finger just to be sure. Roy wasn’t exactly known for being modest, and he knew that he had nothing to be ashamed of down there.
When he was satisfied with what he’d done, he leaned back a little to lube himself up. Looking back at Danny, the younger man had positioned himself so that he was standing on all fours, ass facing Roy. Biting his lip, Roy finished up the lubing and moved to position himself behind Danny, pushing in slowly.
They let out simultaneous moans, and Roy continued to push until his hips were pressed up against Danny’s ass. Leaning over to press a kiss to Danny’s shoulder, he started moving carefully and slowly, making sure that Danny wasn’t in any pain before picking up the speed slightly.
“You can fuck me harder,” Danny told him, and Roy did as he said, thrusting just slightly harder and faster into him. As they were doing this, Roy was wondering why they had waited all this time before actually fucking. It was so obviously right, and even if they had never had sex before, Danny seemed to know his body, they seemed to be able to communicate without words.
“So good,” Danny moaned, pushing back on Roy’s thrusts. “Fuck Roy, you’re so big.”
Honestly, Roy wasn’t too much of a fan of talking during sex, but somehow he didn’t mind it when Danny did. Danny’s voice was sexy, and Danny made him feel special. It felt like it was exactly how it was supposed to be. After a while of thrusting in and out of him, keeping a grip on his hip that he was quite sure would leave a bruise later, Danny asked him to stop.
“You okay?” Roy asked, genuinely concerned as he pulled out. Danny laughed at him, and Roy knitted his eyebrows in confusion.
“Yeah, I’m perfect, I just want to give you a break, let me ride you,” Danny said, and Roy let out a small sigh of relief as he laid down on his back, waiting for Danny to take his place on top of him. “You know, we can’t have you break a hip, old man.”
“Fuck you,” Roy chuckled, rolling his eyes. It should have been a turn off, but the banter between them was so natural that it didn’t affect him too much. Danny grinned and kissed him quickly before placing himself and slowly sinking down onto Roy’s dick.
“You already are,” the younger of the two said with a moan, but Roy ignored it. He was honestly having pretty good sex, he didn’t bother with Danny’s small commentaries. Looking up at Danny as he bounced up and down on his dick, Roy let out small moans. Danny looked right back at him, and then he picked up the pace.
“I’m close,” Roy muttered, he leaned back, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the feeling of Danny around him. “If you don’t want my come inside you you should probably get off.”
“I don’t care,” Danny gasped, moaning as Roy took a hold of his dick and started stroking him.
“Fuck, Danny,” the older of the two groaned, feeling his orgasm approach quickly. He let out a loud moan and gripped Danny’s hip with the hand that wasn’t occupied with giving Danny a handjob, trying to still his movements as he came.
“I love you.”
The three words were absentmindedly mumbled from Danny as he too came, but Roy knew that those words helt so much more meaning than before. Apparently they both had been suppressing some feelings lately.
“Did you mean it?” Roy asked quietly, as they were cleaning themselves after getting down from their post-sex highs.
“Mean what?” Danny looked over at him in confusion, and Roy just shook his head. He didn’t want to pressure Danny into telling him something he wanted to hear. Not if it wasn’t true.
“No, nothing, just forget it,” Roy brushed him off, handing the younger man his underwear. “Want to sleep over or should I get you an uber?”
“If you don’t want me here, I can always go home,” Danny frowned, and Roy wondered if that was hurt in Danny’s eyes. Had they ruined it? Had they ruined their friendship by doing this?
“Of course I want you here, I just,” Roy let out a sigh, deciding to be honest with him. “You said I love you, as you came. I think I wanted it to mean more than it does. I don’t want you to feel awkward.”
“Why would I feel awkward?”
“I love you, Danny. A lot more than I love Shane, or Greg, or anyone else. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Roy admitted. He was old, and Danny could have literally anyone he wanted. There was no reason for him to feel the same man.
“You’re an idiot,” Danny giggled, walking over to him and capturing his lips in a kiss. “I love you too, old man. I’ve been trying to make you jealous for ages, hoping that I’d finally end up in your bed.”
“Seriously?” Roy gaped. “That’s what you’ve been doing? You fucking cunt!”
Danny only grinned at him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. He looked Roy in the eyes, then bent down to kiss him again.
“So, I’ll take that as you’ll be sleeping over,” Roy cleared his throat, making Danny laugh loudly as he nodded.
“As long as it’s next to you and doesn’t involve too much actual sleeping.”
Prompt: After Roy loses his sister in a car accident, he gets custody of his niece and has to be her parent. His life is turned upside down as he now has to be a father to a baby girl, but even though he does a great job he finds it really really hard and shuts himself off from his friends. Danny finds him and decides to help him find himself again, as well as help him raise his new daughter and they fall for each other💜
Ohhh, I am currently working on a long-shot that’s kind of reminding me of this (I’m currently at 15k words). If you’d send me a message off-anon I could send you a preview, and if you’d rather want me to write one like this, I’ll do that! 💛
A prompt I wrote over a year ago, and that was posted to my old blog.
**TW: Eating disorder**
Roy stared at himself in the mirror, frowning at the silhouette in front of him. This dress should fit, but now it didn’t. He looked fat in it, and his face filled with disgust. What was worse than a drag queen with way too tight dresses? Nothing.
My Love 😘😘:
Hi, willow! I miss you so much, and I just wanted to remind you to eat, because I know your stupid ass forgets while you’re on tour. Love you!
With a sigh, Roy replied to him that of course he remembered to eat. Apparently a bit too much, considering how ugly that dress looked now. Biting his lip, he gave himself the mental note that he had to eat less, and work out more.
Two months later when he got home, he was absolutely exhausted. He had never been this exhausted after a tour before, and all he wanted to do was to cuddle with his boyfriend. He fished out the spare keys to Danny’s apartment and stepped inside, not even bothering to knock. This was supposed to be a surprise.
«Hey, love,» he said as he stood behind him in the living room, and Danny turned around with a big grin. However, the grin faltered as he looked at Roy with concern. Roy felt self-conscious and frowned. He must have gotten fatter than he thought while on tour.
«Willow,» Danny murmured softly, grabbing one of Roy’s wrists, looking at it. «You told me you were eating, stupid. I-I hoped the instagrams were overreacting.»
«Overreacting what?» Roy looked at him in confusion, unsure of what he meant. Were his instagrams showing off how fat he was? Why did Danny look so disappointed? He drew his wrist back. «I’m pretty sure my instagrams were accurate about how fat I’ve gotten.»
«Fat?» Danny’s eyes widened, and it looked like they were watering. «Take a fucking look at yourself, Roy! There’s nothing left of you, only skin and bones! Like- fuck- what- did you even eat while you were away?»
«Yes, I ate.»
«How much?»
«A small meal a day.»
«Are you serious?! Roy!»
«For fuck’s sake Danny, stop babying me, I can take care of myself!»
«No, you obviously can’t!»
Danny was full on crying by now, and he buried his face in his hands. Roy had no idea what to do, he didn’t even know why Danny was crying. Then Danny was holding him, and he just stood there and contemplated what to do.
«Okay,» Danny sniffled. «I need you to be fucking honest with me now, but first I need to find a mirror.»
The older man stared at Danny as he went to get one of the bigger mirrors in the house, raising his eyebrow as he came back with it and placed it in front of Roy. Roy looked down immediately. He couldn’t take it, looking at himself. Not when he looked like this.
«How much did you fucking eat while you were on tour?» Danny asked, voice sharp and angry. Roy flinched and pulled a face. What the fuck had he done now?
«A granola bar a day, maybe two,» Roy shrugged. Now he was starting to think that he should have skipped the second ones.
«Look at yourself in the mirror, tell me what the fuck you see.»
Roy reluctantly looked up, doing as Danny wanted. He had no idea why they were doing this, but Danny was too angry for Roy to fight him. Especially while this tired.
«I see a fucking bitch, exactly what I always see,» Roy looked up at Danny, who looked furious.
«You want to know what I’m seeing?» Danny asked him, looking him dead in the eye. «I’m seeing a man that has ruined himself. I’m seeing a man who’s slowly fading away because of an eating disorder. You need to get help, Yanx.»
«I don’t have a fucking eating disorder!» Roy exclaimed, staring back at Danny. «I just wanted to fit into my old dresses, but they were all too tight.»
«Every time you’re on tour, something like this happens. Never at this scale though. Your dresses never fit after a tour, because you forget to eat. At least you don’t usually starve yourself. Do you want to know why your dresses fit at home? Because of me. Because I am constantly giving you some of my fucking food, just so that you’ll at least eat enough to stay healthy!»
They looked at each other, and Roy hesitantly wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. He still had no idea what Danny was speaking of, but he could at least pretend that he did.
“So, you’re actually going to do it?” Shane’s eyes widened comically, and Danny chuckled nervously, fiddling with the small box in the pocket of his shorts. “You’re going propose to Roy?”
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Danny smiled weakly, feeling his heart beating harder. He loved Roy, and he knew that he wanted to spend his life with him. And what better way to ensure having him in his life forever, than asking him to marry him. “But he’s coming home from tour today. Am I stupid for doing this?”
“No,” Shane shrugged, smiling at him through the phone. “I think it’s sweet. And you’ve been together for a while now, anyway. You have to do it before the old man dies!”
Danny laughed, then stiffened as he heard a car pull up into the driveway. “Oh, fuck. He’s home. Talk to you later, babe. Love you!”
“Love you too, and good luck! But don’t worry, he’ll love it no matter what,” the blonde said, blowing Danny a kiss. Danny smiled and made a kissy-face back to him as Roy and Jamie walked through the door. He quickly hung up, then turned to run over to his boyfriend to hug him.
“I’ve fucking missed you,” he muttered, releasing him just enough to be able to lean his head back to kiss him. “I don’t like it when you’re gone for this long.”
“I know,” Roy muttered in between kisses. “I missed you too.”
“That was the last bag, Roy,” Jamie cleared his throat, making the two men separate to look at him. Danny had already told Jamie that he was going to propose to Roy that night, knowing that his boyfriend’s assistant would probably know whether that was a good idea or not. Oh, and he needed his ring size. “Wednesday, yeah?”
“Yeah, Wednesday, at nine,” Roy nodded, walking over to hug his assistant. “Thank you, you know you’re my lifesaver.”
“Oh, yes, I’m aware,” Jamie chuckled. “Have fun, relax, don’t stress, if there’s anything to do until Wednesday, and I mean anything, you forward it to me first. I’ll handle it. Nice to see you, Danny. Have a good week, guys!”
Then Jamie was out the door, and Danny felt his palms get sweaty.
“I made us dinner,” he said quietly, suddenly very unsure of himself. What if Roy hated it? “Just some pasta, I hope you’re not full.”
“I’m not,” Roy assured him, frowning at what Danny must assume was Danny’s sudden change of presence. “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, uh, just, I’m nervous you won’t like it,” he said, deciding to at least tell him part of the truth. Roy knew that Danny wasn’t an excellent chef, but he didn’t know that Danny had been practicing to make a good dish entirely because of this day.
“We could just order take-away if it tastes like shit, don’t worry,” Roy brushed him off, and Danny didn’t blame him for not sugarcoating it and telling him that he would probably love it. That just wasn’t Roy’s style. “But it smells good in here, I’d love to try!”
Danny smiled, then took Roy’s hand to lead him into the kitchen, where he had already lit candles and set the table to make it romantic for them. Roy grinned at him, kissed his cheek, then sat down at the table. Danny got the pot of pasta, sat it down in the middle of the table, then sat down himself.
He served them both some pasta, cautiously watching Roy as he took his first bite.
“Oh, wow,” Roy looked up at him. “You made this? This is really good, love!”
“I did, yeah,” Danny smiled, unable to eat much because of the nerves. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it,” Roy smiled, taking his hand and stroking the top of it with his thumb. “And I love you.”
“I love you too,” Danny smiled, biting the inside of his lip slightly. It was time. “Uh, could you do me a favor and get us some wine? I think it’s out in the living room?”
“Yeah, sure,” Roy smiled and got up. As he did, Danny did the same thing, taking the box out of his pocket and getting down on one knee.
“I found a pretty good white, I don’t know if this was what you had in mind-“ Roy rambled, reading on the label of the bottle as he walked back inside to the kitchen. However, he seemed to notice Danny, who was now on the floor, and stopped completely in his tracks. Danny could see that his boyfriend was shaking as he sat the bottle down on the table, staring at Danny in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Roy Haylock,” Danny took a deep breath, his voice shaking as he spoke. “My willow, my Bianca. I love you so much, and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. At least until you get too old and die. You mean everything to me, and I have no idea where I would be if I didn’t have you. Will you marry me?”
Roy had tears in his eyes, but didn’t say anything, and Danny had a small moment of panic.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Chola,” Roy chuckled, obviously on the verge of crying. He held his hand out for Danny to place the ring on his finger. It was the perfect fit, and Danny grinned as he got up and kissed his now fiancé.
“We’re getting married,” Danny grinned, hugging Roy closer. “God, I love you so much.”
“We are. We’re getting married,” Roy agreed, as he wrapped his arms around the younger man. “I love you too. Though I really wasn’t expecting this.”
