#long though

[sunny-12557]

tiny medic figure went to go see les misérables last night :3

[kcinpa]

‘Bridgerton’ Isn’t Bad Austen — It's An Entirely Different Genre

Critics and viewers have dinged the show for being a cliché-ridden period piece or a sloppy historical drama. But it's neither: It’s Regency

[blennie]

SPIDER VERSE 2 GRINS

[maudunit]

Oh my god. I just watched “Into the Woods”- the movie- and I freaking bawled at the ending. I’m such a crybaby theater kid.

[darkphoenixmage]

So apparently a D&D player known as Z is a Magnificent Bastard of the highest caliber.

[rontufox]

I'd asked aloud why people refer to a group a certain way, cuz I think it's real contradictory to how that group sees themselves.  And she answered so immediately with stuff about norms and passing and etc--they had nothing to do with my question.  The more I tried to clarify it's a discrepancy the actual group might not like, the more she just kept saying irrelevant stuff about society.

Eventually she was like "You should check out [whoever]'s blog to find out more, they're really good," and inside I was thinking, "Uuuuh... no thank you.  I'm myself, I don't need the opinion of someone who prolly doesn't even identify this way," but instead I said, "Oh, I don't like to read the perspective of just one person though." and she got pissed, and I was kinda surprised.  

At the end she brought up dysphoria, like "Well it's complicated.  I've never experienced it so I don't really know." and I was like "I have *shrug*" and then it kinda ended there and I was relieved cuz... it was like talking to someone who just wanted to correct me no matter what the convo was about.  

Like, I don't care if I'm talking with someone who doesn't see something the way I do.  I think that's interesante and gives you room to grow--maybe not to change your opinion, but to share your pov in a non-threatening way, and to listen to another pov.  What I don't like is talking with someone who doesn't care about my thoughts at all, cuz they're so eager to repeat stuff they've heard elsewhere cuz it's "correct."

[ex-orgast]

So, lately I haven't been feeling... real. A ton of shit has happened over the past year and a half, and it's left me a bit of a mess. But some stuff has been sorted out, and now the fact I'm stuck in the house all day (homeschooled) is more of a hindrance than help. I'm well enough to function in the world, but emotionally still somewhat compromised, and the lack of activity in my life means I've stopped feeling "real." 

I don't know how to explain it, but it's the point where I'm more invested in fiction and other people's lives than in my own. It's as if my life is in third person but my writing is always from the character's perspective. I'm constantly escaping myself to try and feel like someone else because stuff actually happens in other people's lives. Mine is on hold.

And I'm going to have to try to get out of that. The whole Sherlock business actually isn't helping me, it's only pushing me further away from my own life (which is sort of unpleasant as it is; I'm avoiding topics about certain people in the past with this invented perspective going on in my head). And I need to try to be a functional person with a life and friends and everything (though I'm picky about people) and all this fiction is not helping because it is far more meaningful than my actual life. I need to actually try to make my own life mean more.

Nothing about this blog is going to change. I'm just going to be a more active person in reality, though it's difficult at the moment. Basically, I'm bored, and I need to stop being somebody else in my head.

[t-sullivan]

Suck Me ;)

Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character

"Are you kidding me? Your favourite place to be kissed has to be your neck, it's the best place to be kissed!" Briar stared at Tuesday with wide eyes, disbelief showing all over her face. It was ridiculously amusing, really, seeing how she just wasn't believing her at all. "No, no, just listen to me. The neck is all nice and lovely, but you really haven't been kissed if you haven't experienced this. It's… Not just about that one spot, you know? It's about… The overall experience."

The two girls had been drinking for what seemed like hours, and everyone in Gryffindor had already gone to bed, other than the two of them. Both of them were slurring with their words as they sat giggling on the couch, huddled underneath a blanket, a glass of firewhiskey in their hands. "But if you had to pick just one place to be kissed, the place you love the most," Briar insisted, narrowing her eyes as she glanced over at the blonde, and Tues gave her a wicked grin, and nodded down at her own body, gesturing down between her legs, and the both of them erupted in laughter, and the blonde even managed to spill her drink all over herself. It wasn't often that the two of them spent any real quality time together, but tonight had been an absolutely wonderful day.

"Pick one stop. Other than… Between your legs," the Ravenclaw demanded, clearly wanting an easy answer, a quick answer. And Tuesday rolled her eyes, and cupped her own breasts in her hands. "My nipples, of course. But there's a process, I'm telling you. You can't just go right for the nipples." Briar sighed, and folded her arms in front of her chest,  quirking an eyebrow at her. "I don't believe you." And with those words, Tuesday got an idea. "I'll show you."

She got up to her knees, and took the glass out of Briar's hand, putting it on the table, and swiftly moved to straddle her lap, and with her drunken mind, she didn't even think about what she was doing when she cupped her face in her hands, and gently pressed her lips against hers, lips soft against hers. "See, you start with the lips," she murmured softly, and trailed kisses down along the length of her jawline, but stopped when she heard Briar chuckle under her breath. Tues sat up suddenly, and gave her a firm stare. "Don't laugh. You're ruining it, just breathe, and… experience."

If it weren't for the fact that they were friends, she would have stopped right there. But when Tuesday had a point to prove, she didn't give up before the point had been made. As soon as she had stopped, she was back to her jaw, kissing slowly along the sharp line, until she reached her earlobe, and gently nibbled at the flesh, sucking lightly. And then she moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck while her hands moved up to her shit, flicking open the buttons open quickly, and pushed the fabric down her shoulders, and pushed the bra straps down as well, having her bra removed from her chest. With gentle hands, she cupped her breasts in her palms, kneading the soft flesh as her kisses moved down over her collarbone, darting her tongue out here and there to taste her skin. Tues pinched her nipples, though just gently, feeling the flesh perk up at the touch, and finally Briar reacted to what was happening, her hands landing on her hips, resting there, keeping her there as her kisses moved down her chest.

Tuesday smiled against her skin, and sat back to look up at Briar's face. "Now here comes the good part," she whispered, and the Ravenclaw smiled lazily. "Show me." The brunette was demanding her now, and the Gryffindor was not one to be asked twice. Her lips trailed down lower, kissing and gently sucking as she kissed her breast, circling around her nipple, kissing everywhere but the very place she was intending on kissing. And she took her sweet time too, and she absolutely adored the soft gasp that escaped Briar's lips.

Finally she slid her lips down to the pink flesh, where she swirled her tongue around the perked nub, her lips enveloping her nipple. She sucked gently, keeping a steady pace, and looked up at the brunette's face, seeing pleasure written all over her face, her lips parted as she focused on her breathing. With a final flick of her tongue to her nipple, she sat back in the couch, grinning happily to herself. "Hey, why did you stop?" Briar inquired, and Tuesday smirked to herself as she reached for her glass, and downed the remainder of her firewhiskey. "I was only going to show you-" she started, but Briar grabbed the glass from her hand, and immediately attacked her lips with kisses. "You don't get to do that, and then just stop."

Briar returned the favour. And then some.