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When it’s 3 am

Me: I really need to sleep, I have an 8 am class

Me: *lies still for about five seconds*

Me: ok but smut *goes to the internet *

Go for the kanzashi!

Here you go @dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun

I can’t stop imagining him being such sweetheart. ♥

I’ll think another with Inukimi for later.

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help”. I just don’t like how it sounds. When someone says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide, I have a plan; I just need a reason not to do it”. The last thing I see is helplessness. I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic and a failure. For so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope. But still, here you are. You’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said “hey! Staying alive is really hard right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!” How is that helpless? I think it’s incredible. You’re like a marine, trapped for years behind enemy lines, your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders. And you’re still just going “give me a stick. I’m not dying out here”. “A cry for help” make it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species. With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety. All I’m doing is handing out sticks. You’re the one staying alive.

From a poster in a therapists waiting room (via darkkiss0fdeath)

Some of you are saying that the citizens of Hasetsu probably think Viktor is just Yuuri’s eccentric foreign boyfriend and I cannot say how much I agree.

“What a nice young man,” says Tamura-san, who used to run the fish shop in town and now usually sits beside the register and chats with customers while her grandson rings them up. She was born before ice skating was declared an Olympic sport and has absolutely no idea who Viktor Nikiforov is. 

“Yes, we’re very glad to have Vicchan staying with us!” Hiroko says of Viktor, who’s standing behind her cradling fifteen pounds of tuna and smiling brightly at Tamura-san. 

“How good of you to follow Yuu-chan home after he graduated!” Tamura-san continues, about ten decibels louder than she needs to. Tamura-san is about 87% deaf in her old age, but nobody has the heart to tell her so. “You must love him very much!”

Viktor, who has no idea what she’s just said to him but who heard Yuuri’s name, just blindly says, “Oh yes!” and grins even brighter. 

“Have you seen Viktor Nikiforov?” demands a rabid paparazzo of some poor fisherman just trying to do his job.

“Who?” asks the fisherman, frowning at the lens of the camera. 

“He’s tall? Foreign? Silver hair?”

“You mean Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend?” says the fisherman. Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend had run by ten minutes before with his poodle in tow, European synth pop blasting so loud from his headphones that it could be heard for a full minute both before and after he ran past. The fisherman doesn’t exactly know where Katsuki-kun found that guy, but he looks at Katsuki-kun like he hung the stars, so the fisherman can’t blame him.

In the end, he tells the paparazzo to go the opposite direction of the one he just saw Katsuki-kun’s boyfriend go.

A girl from Hasetsu graduates high school the summer Yuuri returns from America and is inspired by his experiences to go to college in America as well. She arrives in her freshman year dorm room and is greeted by a poster of Viktor Nikiforov hung up by her roommate.

“Why do you have a picture of Viktor?” she asks, bewildered. Viktor is wearing a pair of black slacks and a bright pink shirt unbuttoned almost to his navel.

“Oh, you know who Viktor Nikiforov is?” her roommate asks, excitedly.

“Do YOU?” the girl asks, incredulous. Viktor is known to her as “That foreign guy that followed Yuuri back from America when he came home” and also as Viktor-Who-Puts-Jam-In-His-Tea-Like-Who-Even-Does-That. Certainly not as Viktor Nikiforov, Five-Time World Figure Skating Champion and definitely not as Viktor-Who-Deserves-To-Be-On-Someone’s-Wall.

Come October, Viktor has started introducing HIMSELF to people as Viktor I’m Yuuri’s Boyfriend. While half of Russia reads articles about Figure Skating’s Living Legend, a sleepy town in Japan wakes up every morning to Yuuri’s Boyfriend Viktor wheeling through town on his bike with Yuuri and Their Cute Dog.

Viktor loves Hasetsu.

“In 2020, feminism is as simple as buying the right products. It requires no thought, no critical analysis, and no changing any other behavior of your own. When everyone is a feminist, no one is. And the fallacy of empowerment basically stuck a whole generation of women with the idea that being hot is the same thing as being powerful, without realizing that if your power goes away as soon as men don’t want to fuck you anymore, it was never yours to begin with.”

- @kendallroy, this post

H-Hello! Since I saw the last ask about Sesshomaru, and since I love him too... I can a ask for the NSFW version of the headcanons? Thank you in advance! *HIDES*

Finally~ My day has come~

WARNING! 18+ CONTENT BELOW~ PROCEED WITH CAUTION!

Sesshomaru

Sesshomaru merely gives chaste kisses on occasion. He’s not one for PDA (initially) and keeps things pretty vanilla. At first.

He is addicted to marking his partner’s neck. Laves and nibbles over their pulse where their scent is the strongest.

Loves to dominate his partner. Growls and uses just enough strength to pin them beneath his muscular body. Uses his strong hips to keep them in place. 

Apprehensive of blow jobs at first. Nervous about having teeth that close to his member. However, over time he learns to enjoy it greatly. So much so that he enjoys face-fucking (if his partner allows). 

Champ at oral sex. He is a master with his mouth. Laves his tongue over their sex, harsh sucks, vibrating growls push his partner closer to completion. He can’t really use his fingers because of his claws, but has considered trimming them on one hand for their pleasure. 

Has the most glorious penis known to any species, ever. Longer than seven inches and gloriously thick. Smooth flawless skin with a pink head that turns crimson when he’s aroused. This dick definitely gives his partner a healthy, pleasurable stretch.

Makes sure they are thoroughly prepared before sex. Keeps oil/lubricant on hand to help them out, and chances are his partner will achieve at least one orgasm before penetration.

Enjoys multiple positions. His go-to’s are missionary and doggy, though he has no qualms contorting his partner into any position that has them screaming. His pace will depend on his mood. Slow and sensual when he is relaxed; long and deep when he is stressed; and a brutal fuck when he’s feeling jealous or hostile. He will also take his partner’s feelings into consideration, since he would never want to harm or force them.

Not much for sex in public places, but that doesn’t mean he won’t spice things up. The bedroom is where most of the action takes place; but he also enjoys sex in the bath, in his office, and in his private gardens. Any place that is safe and saturated in his scent will be used for any form on intimacy. 

Grunts and growls low in his chest. No more will really come from this beast. May growl louder when he climaxes, and bares his sharp canines. However, he adores his partner moaning and crying loudly beneath him. Does whatever he can to elicit the sweetest noises from them. 

This youkai cums a lot, much more than a human. Spurts thick white ropes about 20 times. Completely overfills his partner, but it’s his body’s way of trying to assure pregnancy. 

Rubs his scent all over his partner following intercourse. Makes sure his pheromones completely mix into their scent before he can calm down. He uses it as a way to mark his partner in both protection and possession. 

Requires his partner to bathe after intercourse. Most ften carries them to the bath and washes them down himself. He rubs a sponge gently over their skin, and insists on using his own bathing soaps and oils. Washes them thoroughly before washing himself. 

Prefers laying nude wrapped around is partner. Buries his nose in their nape, and keeps their hips firmly pressed against his own. Often licks their luscious skin and purrs deep in his chest until they fall asleep. 

Always the dominant in the relationship. Often initiates sex/intimacy of any kind. Whenever his partner initiates or rides him, he still steers them under a firm hand. Not to say he doesn’t enjoy his partner bouncing on his cock; but often pistons his hips into theirs from below until they collapse onto his chest. 

OMEGAVERSE! AU

Extremely sensitive to the scent of his mate. His pure Alpha instincts have him crazy for them in seconds. 

Knaws on their scent gland regularly. Completely entranced by their scent and taste on his tongue. There is usually a mark left on their neck, but neither mind. Usually starts his day overwhelming his senses with them, mouth watering and brain foggy. 

Marks their neck after the initial mating, but often nibbles and sucks over the mark. Loves to see his mate’s knees go weak as he assaults the sensitive spot. 

Loves to feel his mate claw down his back when they fuck. The burning track marks around his spine only make his hips buck faster and harder into his mate. 

Craves the taste of their slick. Whether merely horny or mindlessly in heat, Sesshomaru will spend lengthy amounts of time between their thighs. He growls lightly as he slurps and gulps down every drop of their essence. 

Has a thick, smooth knot. It takes quite a bit of force to stuff the entire thing into his partner. Makes sure they orgasm a couple of times before he gives them his knot. Loves when they orgasm around his knot, since they will both have longer and stronger orgasms. 

Purrs at the sight if his cum dripping out of their hole. Not only is the sight pleasing to his inner beast; but the aroma it gives off, both of their fertile scents mixing together, drives him absolutely wild. 

Rubs his scent all over his mate’s things. Whether it be merely rubbing his scent glands on something, or even smearing his cum; he wants his scent wrapped around them.

His mate’s nipples are extremely sensitive. Sometimes he is gentle with them, merely teasing and licking over the nubs. Others, he will assault the little pebbles with his tongue and teeth until they cry out beneath him. His infatuation with them only gets greater when they get pregnant and start leaking milk.

MODERN! AU

He is is not super experienced. He has lain with a couple of partner’s before, but he has not had time to indulge in romantic or sexual relationships. 

Not much of one for porn, but he has watched and read quite a few things to educate himself on the different types of sexuality, gender, kinks, and methods. He doesn’t know if he will ever use the information, but he retains it regardless. 

His initial experience with his partner is very slow and sensual. He uses the time to study their reaction to everything. He listens to their voice and watches their body contort as he licks, touches, and thrusts into them. Keeps it all in the back of his mind for later use.

His job often stresses him out, so he will return home with a lot of pent up anger resting on his shoulders. This often results in him wanting to fuck. Hard. Loves to bend his partner over any surface and ram into them as soon as they are prepared. Growls and grunts as he takes them over the edge repeatedly. 

He is not much of one to use toys in the bedroom, but he has a strange fascination with using vibrators of different varieties on his partner. The strong vibe patterns create the must beautiful looks of pleasure on their face, and he likes to see how close he can drive them to the edge before cumming. However, he does not allow them to come from the fake toy. They are only allowed to cum around his thick cock.

Speaking of bedroom, he would definitely be open to moving around their sexual escapades. His entire penthouse (save for Rin’s room) is open for sex. He particularly finds that he enjoys pressing them against the large glass wall, fucking them in the pool, and eating them out on the kitchen counter. 

Once more comfortable with his partner, he gets more adventurous. He likes blindfolding them and typing them down so he can torture them for hours. Orgasm denial is his favorite game and he knows how to play it like a master. 

Is very careful about using condoms with his partner unless they say otherwise, and even then he is apprehensive. While the idea of being with his partner for the rest of his life, he only wants to cross that bridge when they are both absolutely ready. Not to mention the thought of another child is a large pill for him to swallow. He has Rin to think of, and he wants her to be completely acclimated and prepared to the idea of new people in their lives before making that decision.

Worships his partner’s body with every ounce of his being. He isn’t prejudiced about shape or size, gender or ethnicity. He just wants someone he can connect to, and boy does he. He connects to them all over the place, frequently. 

These are the ones I could come up with off the top of my head. There will probably be more that spring up down the road lol. Thank you, @yaminohimeyume for the wonderful request. I hope you enjoy it, because I know I did!

~Admin C

Yuri: *Is busy doing the housework*

Victor: *Is lazing about on the couch like a slob*

Yuri: *Sees Victor and puts his duster down, sauntering over and getting atop him* Babe... *Takes his glasses off, flushes his hair back and smirks, licking his lips before leaning down, pecking Victor on the lips* You busy?

Victor: *Is immediately turned on* NO.

Yuri: Good. Do the fucking dishes.

okay so I got super inspired by this really beautiful ethereal remix of claire de lune and I’m on the hunt to find similar songs to put on a playlist.

So, does anyone have any song suggestions that embody the feeling of “I just dissociated so hard I astral projected into the tenth dimension to float amongst the stars on the outskirts of the galaxy, but I feel curiously warm and whole and I know I don’t have to feel afraid or alone”?

Like an embodiment of this picture

I miss them…

A Terf's Opinion On Transgenderism

Alright, since I’ve never clarified my actual opinion on transgenderism anywhere to anyone, I will do it here. Do not necessarily associate it with the whole radfem community, we aren’t a hivemind and clearly have different opinions on this matter.

Surely, I come off as harsh most of the time, but that’s mostly because people attack me. If you’re rude to me, of course I’m going to be rude back.

After all the death and rape threats that were sent to me, directly or indirectly, and other women that share my ideology, has made us turn more bitter, while I have never seen us send those. We might have, but I have never seen proof of it, except for some anons, but that isn’t proof.

So, without further ado, let’s get into it.

There are two sexes, male and female. The sole purpose of the existence of two sexes is reproduction.

Males have certain characteristics females don’t have, and vice versa.

Males are the ones who do the impregnating, females are the ones who give birth. It’s like this with nearly all mammals.

Male and female are not just used for us, but for animals as well. It’s for getting specific. Male humans are men, female humans are women. Male cows are bulls, female cows are just cows. Male sheep are rams, female sheep are ewes. Male horses are colts, female horses are mares.

Let’s not go too deep into other animal’s build and behaviour and stay with humans for now.

Men and women were made to be distinguished from eachother in a blink, so it’s easy to decide whether you can or cannot mate with the person.

To be able to see whether someone is biologically male or female, we have secondary sex characteristics. You have the obvious ones, like breasts, amount of hair growth, difference in hand size, and difference in foot size, fat distribution, but you also have less prominent ones which themselves seem to make a small difference, but combined with all the other characteristics, they make a bigger difference, like more prominent brow bones, a less square jaw, males mostly have an upperbody that’s just as big as their legs and women often have legs longer than their upperbody, pheronemones, and there’s way more. 1,500 sex differences have been found.

Internally, we’re also very different. Women have a certain reproduction system and men have a certain reproduction system.

All of this is relevant in sexual attraction and reproduction. This is, essentially, what you’re attracted to; if you don’t care about what your mate looks like, you are bisexual, since you’re into both of the sexes.

Intersex people have a medical condition, and depending on what condition they have/what other reproductive organs they have (if anyone who knows more about intersexism would like to add anything or correct what I’m saying here, feel free to), their sex can be found. Intersex people are a small percentage of the world and don’t make the sex binary less true. (Note: I heard AMAB and AFAB were stolen from the intersex community. You can do better, guys. Just turn it back to male and female. I’ve seen even trans intersex people say they don’t want intersexism to have anything to do with transgenderism, or to be used as some sort of “gotcha”, because it really has nothing to do with it.)

And that is all that biological sex means. It naturally says nothing about your opinions or feelings or personality.

What does form you for a part, though, is socialisation. So, what toys you had to like as a kid which were gendered by your parents, or whether your mother told you “boys can’t cry”, and later on you find pornography and think it’s okay to call women sluts and beat them up in bed because you think they like it, or your parents tell you about clothes that are too short, you are being warned about rape and men being dangerous, you hear women being called sluts later in your life, all of that influences your actions.

However, this is not a result of being born a certain way. This is mass socialisation that has been happening since whenever men decided they were more important than women. They did this so they can have full access to our bodies, since we’re the ones who bear the children. Marriage was originally invented to give men free access to women’s vagina whenever they want.

This socialisation is called gender. It’s the method used to oppress all women that were born female.

All of this has already been said, but I haven’t specified anything about transgenderism yet.

Transgenderism is something I, like truscum, only see as a medical solution for certain people with sex dysphoria. If you have sex dysphoria, you can choose to transition, but there are other ways to battle sex dysphoria, which other people choose, so not everyone with sex dysphoria is trans, but ANYONE who is actually trans, has dysphoria. I wholeheartedly respect these people and wish them only luck and happiness to come, although I don’t believe they will ever be male or female, biologically.

However, I’m not so content with the other two brands of (trans)genderism, AKA:

1. equating female to femininity and equating male to masculinity; 2. anyone can call themselves anything they want and they are that. A woman is someone who identifies as a woman, a man is someone who identifies as a man, and there are endless possibilities. Only you can decide your gender and your gender is your true self. You may not assume anyone’s gender, you have to ask.

I hate both of these, but not equally.

The first one, although disgustingly regressive, is consistent, at the very least. It agrees with the conservative view; “males are masculine, females are feminine”. The only difference is that conservatives try to change feminine males into masculine males (and vice versa), and the trans community thinks you should transition feminine men to females (and vice versa). Iran proves this to be true; homosexuals, often gender non-conforming, have to transition (AKA have their genitals mutilated against their will) to be made straight. Conservatives often prefer transgenderism over homosexuality (especially combined with gender non-conformity).

The second one is one that comes with many risks that people don’t seem to see. Imagine everyone calling themselves whatever they want, because they feel like it, take Daniëlle Muscato for instance. How do we point out male on female violence in the Third World? Do we say: “Maybe the people that mass rape those people identify as genderfluid and the people that are raped identify as non-binary?” Or even worse: “Maybe the people that mass rape those people identify as female and those people identify as male?”

This is why gender identity/liberal feminism isn’t doing anything to help the Third World. You fail to do classbased analysis and give yourself to the patriarchy, promote abuse in sex, promote pornography, promote legislation of prostitution (when most people harmed are girls and women of colour, and most trans people that are harmed at all are twoc in the sex industry), you promote beauty as something good rather than something irrelevant to you as a person, you promote calling rapists by their pronouns, you promote the greatest idiocy of this century.

And somehow, I’M evil? You guys will be the downfall of my people! Sex trafficking is HUGE in Morocco! Why can’t we say that males are the problem, illegalize sex work without punishing the women and punishing the men that partake instead, see that giving your body to prostitution because otherwise you’d live in poverty doesn’t mean you’re willing, and make some fucking progress? Can’t you guys see that most people who willingly do sex work are white/western people?

…Wow. That was long, but I had to say it. I haven’t even clarified everything. I hope this clears up at least some confusion.