hi guys! this is joanna (@pinkmatters). i have recently remade my blog, however i accidentally deleted my main blog instead of all my sideblogs, and now everything is gone LOL…..but whatever. anyways, if anyone from my old blog would like to re-follow, please feel free to, and my tracking tag remains the same :)
SQUEEING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS. I LOVE THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING YOU’VE EVER WRITTEN. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH–MY HEART IS SO HAPPY. AND IN LOVE LIKE EMILIA–WITH DEFENDER STRANGE.
I will be imagining where their story goes from here as I fall asleep tonight. Thank you, darling friend. Thank you! xoxox
If you look up “terf” on any of these blogs you will find plenty of proof babes! So many of them have their tags hidden too, what scared and pathetic wastes of air can’t even admit how ugly they’ve become. TRANS WOMEN ARE WOMEN, PERIOD. No one is showing dicks in your face, putting a gun to your head and forcing you to fuck it. Let trans women and lesbians live in peace for the love of fuck the earth is dying cause of capitalism and the greed of the 1%!!
It’s a conflict, from a Dominant’s point of view. When you’re pandering to stereotypes that aren’t the healthy ones, that have dictated a subservient role for an entire gender for half a decade, along with spawning a whole hilarious barrage of ‘back in the kitchen’ jokes and references, it’s hard not to feel like you’re part of the problem.
Service submission is something that works for me on a fundamental level, but in an incredibly specific set of circumstance. The desire has to be there, as with so much in D/s, but more than that the understanding that you’re doing this not because you believe its your place, or that you’re any more suited to the task, but because you genuinely want to fulfill that part of my life, to wait on me, dote on me, in a way that isn’t overtly sexual, where the eroticism comes out of the task at hand, rather than any dressing I might drape over it.
Inevitably, then, it’s something that has to be brought up by the submissive for me to believe that they want it enough for me to allow it. Perhaps I’m erring too far to one side, but this way I’m not going to have that twinge of guilt at the edge of my mind bubbling up from within me. I’m not going to have the slightest suspicion that maybe you’re only doing this because I mentioned it.
Although that’s enough thing entirely, and one that is far more tricky to unpack over the course of a few paragraphs. So I’m not going to attempt it. It’s 1am, after all. Instead I’m just going to smile and compliment you on quite how delicious you look ironing shirts, and remind you that if there’s a single crease I’m going to give you a few of your own, arranged in horizontal lines along your backside.
I’ve been itching to try out this cane, after all.
Woo! Over the half-way mark! This theme really stumped me in how to draw it. Everything I thought of Danny being the portal and throwing up ghosts was a little… too gory lol. So I went with the portal being sentient. So this AU is over time the portal becomes a ghost itself, whispering to the living and trying to lure them to it in an almost hypnotic way. Danny is immune to this so he’s not aware of the growing danger in their basement. So the portal keeps getting stronger, the voice louder till, well…heh, people start disappearing….
women in S.T.E.M (smuggling, treason, embezzlement, murder)
My first thought was, “It’s STEAM now, they’ve added arson” and I check the notes and like 15 other people have had the same thought. Well done everyone
