Uminous - .....

Ok I feel like we don’t really get into what sex-repulsion can look like when discussing aspec experiences.

For a long time I thought sex-repulsed was the stereotypical “ew sex is gross” stuff that gets perpetuated. For years I struggled. I called myself sex-favorable because I was all for being sex positive, offering comprehensive sex ed, discussing sex, viewing erotica, etc. At this time I got into relationships with allo people and there were intense feelings gnawing out. I didn’t mind talking about sex as a concept or between other people but the minute I was placed in a sexual context I would get the ick.

It took me so long to realize that this was sex repulsion, because I thought it needed to be grandiose and intense. I still feel weird identifying myself as sex-repulsed because I don’t want people to assume I was against sexual freedom. I feel like we need to do more to challenge the notion that being sex repulsed is inherently anti-sex and let know people know that’s being sex repulsed isn’t a shameful thing, it’s just a piece of you.

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rb if you’re done with allo bs

Hobie Brown wasn't actually a runway model; Key Term, "Briefly"

I keep seeing people saying Hobie Brown was a runway model because of this specific line-

(Sorry for the bad quality, I couldn't find a gif)

"I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model"

I know a lot of people say that he was a runway model as a joke, but some people are misinterpreting the line. He wasn't actually a runway model. He crashed a runway. Thus the line, "briefly".

Now, I'm not saying headcanoning him as a runway model is wrong, it doesn't really matter to me, but I just feel like that would be very OOC (out-of-character), and considering his values, he definitely wasn't canonically a runway model.

Modeling is a job in which every aspect of your life is controlled by an agency. The food you eat, the clothes you wear, your weight, your body, your hair, even your friends are determined by your modeling agent. Many models do not have access to free speech or free will and are under powerful contracts which limit their freedom heavily. Hobie Brown would not advocate for this at all. I don't believe the same Hobie Brown that protests against fascists and actively fights for freedom and loving yourself would want to be a runway model and have every aspect of his life controlled by a greedy agency. Not to say that he wouldn't absolutely kill it on a runway, but it would be very OOC for him to have been or currently be a runway model.

Activists often crash runways to publicize certain things, like animal rights or animal cruelty. Hobie was probably doing the same thing or something similar, since he is technically an activist, an activist for freedom of speech and basic human rights.

This is more of a rant than anything else, and I just really wanted to get this off my chest because I've seen a lot of people posting about him being a runway model. Headcanon him however you'd like, but if you want to be accurate, please try to do some research before-hand. The writers did an immaculate job at making him a very deep, well-thought out, well-written character, so try not to misinterpret him! 💜

A Passion Hidden In Moonlight

Akaza x Bottom Male Reader Nsfw

Y/n is a trans male

DNI with my content if you're not a mlm trans man or enby(go against this you will be blocked)

Warnings-blood kink,degradation at one part if you squint really hard,might be out of character do tell me if it is,Spoilers Post Mugen Train(putting this just in case),Dacryphilia,Outside sex

Akaza speaking is highlighted in Pink

Y/n speaking is highlighted in Blue

Any other character is in Black

!Not really proof read apologies for spelling mistakes!

The cold night air hit your bare skin in a cool breeze causing a shiver down your spine the grip on your thighs you almost forgot was there tightened lips lightly meeting your inner thigh you lean your head back letting out a soft sigh before feeling a quick sharp pain you jumped slightly looking down at the pink-haired demon comfortable between your legs who's teeth were sunk into your thigh he lifted himself and slowly licked the blood that started to pool over the small wound away making sure to make eye contact with you as he did all you could go was watch locking eyes with him a chuckle left his lips "did i suprise you darling boy?" You stumble over your words searching for something to respond with opening your mouth to speak before quickly shutting it again as you felt breath on your entrance "nngha" a moan escapes your lips softly as he traced his tongue over your clit he began working his tongue on your clit "akaza.. ah fuck" his name rolled of your tongue along with a string of cursed and moans it only pushed him to continue your hands found their way into his hair and your hips rolling into his face gently as a small plea for more the he removed his grip from your thighs and moved it closer to your hips holding you tigher then before before holding you down from moving anymore "ill take care of everything no need to be so needy" he got out before getting back to abusing your clit it wasnt long till you felt your orgasm builting Akaza must have took notice as he released your hips continuing his rough treatment to your clit as he teased your opening with his fingers before gently slipping two of his fingers in at once you let out a gasp at the feeling he doesnt give you time to adjust to them because he know you can handle it since you both have done this many times the way he was working your clit along with the rough finger fucking it all sends you over the edge crying out something that sounds similar to his name mixed with a moan as your body starts to convulse and shake from the intensity of the orgasm he gently picks you up placing you on his lap he has a shit eating grin on his face he always loved watching you like this "all tired out?" You shook your head in response wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss it suprised him for a second but he quickly accepted wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer you saw this as a opening removing your arms from around his neck putting them on his shoulders keeping the kiss locked he didn't register what you were doing till he was on the ground with you on top of him still in his arms he blicked a few times "oh so your getting bold now?" He lets go of you "go ahead show me what you've got then"

You run your hands down his chest tracing his tattoos you can feel his eyes on you you know he has that grin on his face but you kept your eyes fixed on his chest "need alittle help?" That cockiness in his voice rang in your ears "i can do it myself" you snapped back knowing exactly what he was doing he wanted to see you submit and you werent going to give that to him not even alittle bit you positioned yourself straddling his hips his pants were discarded long ago leaning your head back slightly as you rub yourself against his cock before letting yourself start to sink onto him resting your hands on his chest to keep you steady as soft pants escape your lips trying to avoid making eye contact you finally felt him bottoming out inside you after taking a second to breath you begin to move bouncing yourself on his cock trying your best to keep steady closing your eyes tight allowing yourself to drown in the pleasure till you felt hands on your hips which caused you to snap your eyes open shooting a glare at Akaza he only gave you a smile back there was something behind that smile as pushed you down completely a loud broken moan ripped from you out of suprise and pleasure before you knew it you where being pounded into from underneath your body quickly gave up on staying up giving up on hiding your moans another chuckle met your ears "what would the hashira no what would your master think if he saw you like this?all caused by a nhgn demon?" His words interrupted by a moan of his own you felt the shame caused by his words as you thought about how the hashira and master would react to finding out about your relationship with the upper moon 3 you were snapped out of your thought by a hand gripping your chin "gushing at the thought of being caught huh?" Hes still rutting into you how does he expect you to respond? You shake your head its the only thing you can think of "you can say that but your body says other wise" he places his hand back on your hips picking up his pace you choke out his name eyes welling up with tears feeling your climax building yet again you attempt you get out a warning but all that came out was words mixed with moans your body gets sent into convolutions and shakes yet again Akaza couldnt help but smile at the sight as he helped you ride out your orgasm

He leaned up making sure to move you comfortably on his lap but he turned you around so your back was resting on his chest you let out a soft hum finally calming down from your previous orgasm "you havent cum yet" the words came out breathless Akaza only hummed in response as he had easy access to your neck you could still feel him hard against you was he worried he pushed you is that why he isnt continuing? A sigh left your lips you feel his lips leave your neck he must have noticed your sigh "what is it?" the way his voice was softened in this moment tugged at your heart "you dont have to go easy on me you should know that" you paused for a moment "though i do appreciate you worrying about me" not giving him time to answer you place your hand on his cheek pulling him into a kiss he was quick to accept the kiss you feel him twitch on your opening you roll your hips against his cock seeking any pleasure you can get Akaza is starting to let out more moans then before showing hes getting desperate "use me Akaza" the words roll out like sweet honey and those words you knew very well would spell the end of this gentle treatment he started kissing your neck yet again running his tongue across your skin you feel his teeth poking before he pulls away lifting his hand up to your face two fingers gently brush over your lips "open" his voice sounds stern in the command so you do as your told taking his fingers in your mouth "good boy" a shiver went up your spine you couldnt tell if it was from the cold or the nickname but you didnt care at the moment as you felt Akaza lining himself up to your entrance before harshly slaming into you your cries were mostly muffled by his fingers as he kept that harsh pace he brought his other hand down trailing down your stomach and spreading you the view of him taking you on full display "ah look at that you look so good with my cock inside you"that cockiness again you bit down on his fingers abit trying to hold onto at least a sliver of your pride but that only got you a slap to the clit and a even harsher pace the feeling was intoxicating the sound of skin colliding with skin filled the night you were being fucked dumb and you didnt have the will to stop it nor did you want to you felt him grazing his fangs over neck yet again you tilted your head to the side more making sure to keep his fingers in your mouth as you did so a sharp but quick pain shot through you mixing with the pleasure you were feeling you feel the blood pooling over the wound till Akaza slid his tongue over the wound another shiver goes down your body

You started to feel your third orgasm of the night about to come crashing down but when you felt Akaza's thrusts start to become sloppy and him becoming more vocal a sure sign he was close you tried to hold it back wanting to come with him tears streaming down your face you reach your hands behind you tangling your fingers in his hair after a particularly loud moan from Akaza you finally feel that one last deep thrust before releasing deep inside you finally you allowed your own release gripping onto Akaza's hair going through the same process as before he removes his fingers from your mouth resting both of his hands on your hips rubbing in a cycle motion when you finally came back down you let go of his hair "i wasnt to hard on you right?" There was worry hanging in his voice "i told you not to worry i can handle you perfectly fine" you let out a chuckle yourself he seems to relax "the sun is going to rise soon ill help you get dressed then ill have to go" he kissed you on the temple gently before setting you on the ground softly and gathering your uniform and haori along with picking up your sword that was tossed in the process of undressing you couldn't help but let out a laugh at how caring the upper rank 3 was being but you did appreciate it

Bonus

You returned to demon slayer corps headquarters early morning the sun newly up clothes slightly disheveled messy hair and wobbly walk hoping if anyone saw you they would write it off as a messy mission and not you not being able to properly fix yourself up and get proper aftercare after a fuck on your way to the butterfly mansion to see if you could get some bandages you walk past a group of 3 young boys what are they doing up so early? You think to yourself one of them turns to look at you puzzled you give him a smile "is there something you need?" To you tanjiros silence was just confusing but he was looking for what to say the strong scent of a demon lingered on you like some kind of sick cologne the worst of it he recognized it it was wildly similar to the one he smelled at Mugen train upper rank 3 but there is no way you could have came into contact with upper rank 3 and not told anyone? Right? "Tanjiro?" Your voice snapped him out of it "sorry sir its nothing important" deciding to not touch on it maybe it was recent and you just havent had the time alittle confusing yourself you waved as you continued walking to the butterfly mansion asking on of the residents if you could have some bandages to fix yourself up but she insisted to help you no matter how many times you said its not that serious you eventually gave in letting her treat the bite wound on your neck "you said there was two right?" "Ill take care of its not a big deal" she gives you a look but eventually softens realizing you're not gonna crack "did you get these on your recent mission? You should be more careful you have marechi blood after all if a demon attacked you just to bite you not even finish the job you need to watch your back" she lectured "yeah alright" you trail off abit standing up "thank you" fixing the top of your uniform as you walk out looking at the newly raised sun already wishing it would set

-end

Authors note-this is my first time writing in a pretty long time so i apologize for how smushed it is and if its alittle terrible once i get back into it i promise these will get better!

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Damn that went fast

PLEASE talk about Congo, Haiti, and Sudan, with the same fervor you give Palestine. PLEASE care about black struggle and suffering.

Don't forget about the Palestinians.

Don't forget about them now.

Don't forget about them tomorrow.

Don't forget about them in a week from now.

Don't forget about them in a month.

Don't forget them next year.

Don't forget them in 5 years.

When the history books start to update, don't let them put lies in there.

When documentaries come out, boycott the ones who call this a victory for Israel.

When books release talking about soldier's personal experiences with Palestine, remember the victims. Remember the truth.

Don't forget about what we've seen.

Don't forget about what we've heard.

Don't let them tell lies about Palestine.

Don't forget about the Palestinians when the world tries to make this go away.

All knowing love

pairing; V x Trans Man! Reader

summary; being under V's loving and watchful eye.

requested; Anonymous

rating; T

warnings; transphobia, parental abuse (physical), hints of suicide (but never outright said)

word count; 2185

A/N; this isn't wasn't the fluffiest thing I could write but once talking to my trans boyfriend I couldn't help but feel having a bit of angst was acceptable.

When Y/N was still just a child, he knew something was off about him. Not something "bad" or "wrong" that people would call this feeling when he'd tell them. "It's just a phase" was a comment that was thrown at them mostly by their parents when they were still in their teens, just before high Chancellor Sutler was ever in the eye of politics. Oh, how those days would seem like a humid southern summer walk compared to when Sutler came into the picture. The transphobia he had experienced grew like how weeds grow in futile soil.

The comments like "You're confused" slowly started to warp into something more demeaning to the boy as the Chancellor candidate's toxic grip on the people of England started to squeeze any "unwanted" life out of it. "Undesirable" life as he would call it. When hair was cut after Sutler was elected, there weren't small arguments anymore that would be fixed when he'd be asked if he were hungry and wanted to eat supper with them. It became violent and unlike the people who had raised him for the last 15 years. Having handfuls of freshly cut hair be ripped out because his mother was holding him by his scalp just to yell in his face how much of a monster he was broke his heart.

Was it fear that caused this? Were they scared of losing their only child as many other families had? Was their bundle of joy in their life really an undesirable and the cause of this virus outbreak? Just why? He'd ask himself that as he was packing his bags in preparation to leave the family home for good.

Three long years had passed and at the ripe age of 18, he moved out into the busy streets of London. A small pit in his stomach began to form as the sickening feeling came back. The cause of it was from one simple but yet complex question; could he survive in this fascist regime? Sadness also fueled this emotional fire, sadness from knowing he'd have to use so many things he knew was wrong and didn't describe him truthfully just so he could get a place to come to when curfew hit; The name that was long dead to him the second it was given to him and female pronouns. He'd be signing his own death certificate if he put Y/N instead of his deadname on his application to rent.

They'd look it up and find no Y/N L/N in England and call the police on him in a split second. Shivers ran down his spine as he imagined what would happen to him if that became a reality. No one knew what happened when you were deemed "undesired" but everyone after having Sulter for three years knew that they would go missing and would be never seen of or heard from again. You were just wiped off the face of the Earth.

Y/N lucky had enough money saved from working in retail for the past 2 years to get a small apartment. When he was finally given the keys to the place he couldn't help but sigh in relief. At least in this tiny space, he could be his true self without shaking in fear as he had in his past while being stuck in his parents' home. The next three years were some of the worse when it came to dysphoria. Being forced to go to work almost every day and be called ma'am or miss and be deadnamed constantly damaged his mental health to the point it felt easier just to be open with his identity.

Anything would be better than being forced to hide in this shell of terror. Nights of panic attacks and sobbing that sounded like a wounded animal as he laid on the rotten wooden floor became a routine. On the morning of his 21st birthday, he woke up in the late afternoon. There was no panic in him when he realized he was late for work, how could someone care when this would be their last day on Earth?

With scissors in his hand, he grabbed his hair and began to chop it off sloppily but that didn't matter to him as long as it was finally short like it was when he was a child, and that was enough for him. The thought that when the police would see him, that'd see a man instead of what society had deemed him brought a smile to the young adult. The feeling of freedom pumped through his veins as he went on with his day. It felt odd but refreshing to feel the cold air from his AC on his neck as he fixed himself some bacon and eggs. It wasn't the fanciest thing someone could eat on this day, but it was enough for him.

Around ten AM he left his flat, walking with newfound confidence due to his hair and now his wrapped chest. He had heard from the grapevine that wrapping one's chest in medical bandages could cause serious damage like nerve loss but one this final day he decided to risk it so he could pass in normal daily life. Being called sir by ticket seller at the movies brought him so much joy as he grabbed his "Count of Monte Cristo" tickets and wished them a good day as he went deeper into the movie theater to find theater four to watch the movie. Y/N was somewhat surprised to see only one other person in the audience. Sure, he was 10 minutes late but this was a classic film that was finally being let out of the vault to be watched again! Nevertheless, the man sat down a few rows in front of the figure, settling down into the uncomfortable chair.

“I didn't expect you to come.”

He could tell from how the figure's words were muffled that they were wearing a mask. Y/N turned to them with a confused look on their face.

“Excused me?” Y/N asked but their confusion just deepened as he saw that the figure was wearing.

A Guy Fawkes mask with a matching hat while wearing pitch-black clothing. The man under the mask chuckled as they stood up, Y/N couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by the height of this masked figure.

“I should have done this first so you wouldn't be so perplexed, ” he cleared his throat as began monologing, using many words that start with the letter V in his speech which in turn slightly impressed the 21-year-old.

“But you can simply call me V.”

"V" said while taking a bow

Y/N couldn't help but snicker at this display of some kind of knightship which in turn had V cocked his head in slight confusion on what could be so funny

“Well, Mr. V, might I ask why you're here alone?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but as I am apparently on a tight schedule I won't elaborate”

“Tight sch-” the man interrupted them by placing his leather glove covered finger on top of their lips

“Yes, very much tight schedule as I only have 2 hours till your self made demise am I correct?”

He was blown away at the fact this random stranger knew of his most shameful plan, but the feeling of shock was soon replaced with anger. This creep was stalking me! He thought as he slapped away the masked man, getting up from his chair as he did so.

“You have some right talking to me like that!” he yelled as he started to march away from them.

V reached out and grabbed their hair in a somewhat gentle way

“Y/N wait please, ” he sighed as Y/N stopped who's face was twisted in bitterness “I understand how you feel Y/N, I truly do. I was labeled an undesirable so please don't think that I've been keeping an eye on you in for any other reason than just to keep you safe.”

When he said this Y/N rage seemed to melt away slowly. How was he able to survive being an undesirable? So many questions filled the male's head but the only word he could speak was

“How?”

V let go of his hair as he straightened his posture “If you come with me I'll tell you.”

The more sensible side of the man told him to run away from this masked freak and enjoy what little time you had left in peace but something stopped him. After a moment of silence, he nodded to V's pleasure. He took the 21-year old by the hand and lead them to the back exit. The two walked down the alley and what drew Y/N's eye other than the 6'3 black mass was the posters. Every single one they pasted seemed to have a V cut into them.

He broke the long silence with another question “Did you mark those posters?”

“Does a raven speak?”

“But why?”

V didn't stop walking but he could feel his eyes on him. For being an undesirable he sure seems fine being out after curfew Y/N thought as they waited for the answer.

“The people deserve a symbol. Something to get them through this.”

He opened his mouth to ask what he meant by that but quickly shut it once the meanings of the words came to mind. Maybe he wasn't this creep, more like this country's guardian angel that would save them all from high Chancellor Sutler. It didn't take long for him to reach what Y/N guessed as V's home which turned out to be an abandoned Victoria station. Y/N looked over at him with an eyebrow raised as V opened the hatch that kept the station locked to the public who had originally thought it was abandoned. V turned back to the man and gave him his hand simply saying "follow me, sir Y/N".

Once V was given the curious man's hand he rubbed his thumb over their knuckles before tenderly pulling them inside. He held the hand as they walked in the pitch black, guiding them until they found a giant door which to Y/N's touch felt like it had complex carvings in them. When the masked man opened the door Y/N couldn't help but wince as golden light hit his E/C eyes that had just gotten used to the dark. He had expected V to let go of his hand once they reached his "lair" but he didn't. Oh, what a perplexing and mysterious man he was.

Y/N would be lying if he said his face wasn't blushing at this moment in time. V led them deeper into his beautiful home until both of them to were behind his couch which was black leather. In front of the said couch was a glass coffee table with a box on it. Y/N's hand was finally let go of as V sat on the couch.

“Come sit, I have something to give you.”

“But you said-”

“Please?”

He sighed as he complied, arms folded as he sat next to him. V opened the box and to Y/N's surprise, there was a biner in it. Once again, all he could ask was "How?" as all production and selling of items that could help trans folk was banned just as the Koran was. The masked man took the folded bundle into his giant hands and gave it to them once again shocked male.

“Life has been tough enough on you even if we don't add our government into it. Thank you for holding on. For surviving this long and not letting them take away your love for life and your fighting spirit.”

Without any hesitation, Y/N pulled V into a tight embrace with tears threatening to fall. No one had ever put their life in danger to give them this piece of happiness like this stranger had. All he could do was whimper out a "thank you" as a sob shook his chest deeply.

“Since I showed you my lair, you're going to have to stay till the next November the fifth, is that okay?”

Y/N couldn't help but nod immediately. He could finally be somewhere he was truly accepted for who he really was; a man who was just simply given the wrong body at birth.

V placed his hands on top of the weeping H/C man, stroking the uneven hair and placed his head onto the others.

“I'm cooking ham, is that okay?”

“mmhmm..”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

May we all witness a liberated Palestine in this lifetime and the next