having anon off is so peaceful. like imagine getting mad at someone then clicking on the ask button, only for you to see that you can’t message them without exposing yourself

Wattpad banning porn just makes me rub my head with a cigarette between my fingers. Everything is trying to be sanitized. People aren’t calling reps because they want to leave it up to somebody else. A fanfic site known for one direction smut is banning the very thing that helped it even get popular. The wording for their TOS was so fucking stupid. It can be romantic sex scenes but it can’t be sexually gratifying???

Now the puritans are going to go to AO3 and report tags and make everything our problem because Antis and puritans want everything squeaky clean and marketable and don’t understand that’s one of the first fucking dominoes for fascism.

I hope Wattpad goes under. Haven’t used it in 12 years but fuck I hope it goes under. Thank god AO3 is open source and an archive. But we shouldn’t have to rely on that. We should have other places allowing NSFW and smut.

KOSA is killing fandom along with lurkers and people who won’t allow themselves to explore out of their comfort zone.

i need everyone on letterboxd liking this to know that i was being serious and this was my setup

Hey pal, give me a break. This is my first time being alive. There wasn't even a tutorial or anything and the forum advice is too convoluted.

THE WORLD HAS FAILED GAZA

Danielle Deadwyler and Ray Fisher in The Piano Lesson (2024)

Sensitive shy girls with dirty fantasies >>

A series of Juneteenth celebratory wagons in the early 1900s, in Houston, Austin and Corpus Christi.

y’all won’t be satisfied until you run every black writer off this app and I’m so serious. Yes, I’m being rude to anybody that takes time out of their day to post some dumb ass remarks (a recycled one at that) and uses it to disrespect black writers of any capacity. Sitting up screaming about wanting more representation and the black reader fics being nonexistent but y’all get mad about everything. Yes, I’m cussing y’all out everytime I see it and I’m blocking idc. Free, FREE content that people took time to create, y’all are being nasty about it. We don’t owe y’all grace or kindness. Especially when we can see the hypocrisy. Go to hell with gas undies on and leave us alone. And please write whatever y’all want and fuck these people. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

taking off a mask to reveal what lies beneath as a romantic gesture is overdone, and besides i want to see the romantic or even platonic potential of protecting someone's identity beneath the mask, without any expectation of ever being allowed to see what's under it. picking it up and holding it gently to their face when it's knocked off and they're in danger of being exposed, without trying to catch a glimpse of what they "really" look like under there. throwing yourself in front of them to hide them from view while they put themselves back together without taking advantage or looking back to see what you're protecting. learning to read them by body language, tone of voice, and behaviour so well that you never need to see their face to feel like you know and understand them.

The Lighthouse

sea captain!steve rogers x siren!fem!reader

summary: a ship lost to the fog, a lighthouse that shouldn’t exist, and a captain that resists your lure. you were supposed to consume him and leave his body for the sea. but steve rogers is gentle where others take, devout where others are desperate, and so achingly good where others rot. and that virtue doesn’t save him from your hunger, just curdles it into something possessive and selfish that needs to drink down his moans until the end of time. after all, why devour something that would be so much sweeter to keep?

warnings/tags: SMUT, fingering, finger fucking, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink, subby!steve, whimpering/needy steve (the loml!), touch starved!steve, soft dom!reader, teasing, reader on top, light dubcon (tagging this due to siren magic, but steve is enthusiastic), possessive sex, use of pet names (pretty captain, sweet boy, good captain etc), corruption kink, soul binding, steve rogers being steve rogers (sweetest man alive), gothic horror, graphic violence (not directed at steve, comes after the smut), blood and gore, drowning, minor character death, dark romance, old maritime vibes, reader insert no use of y/n, 18+ MDNI!

word count: 16k

song inspiration: the lighthouse by halsey “so i showed him all my teeth and then i laughed out loud, 'cause i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found.”

from maddie: hi there! so, i’m super nervous as this is my first ever fic on here! is it wise to post a 16k siren AU as my first fic? probably not, but in my defence when i first started writing this it was supposed to be a 5k ish fic for kinktober (oops) and then it ended up being way longer and then i got scared to post and so.. yeah. but here we are!! i have proof read but at 16k it is likely that i have missed something, so apologies in advance.
p.s. i’m still new to this type of tagging, if i’ve missed/miss-tagged anything, a polite correction would be super appreciated! <3 also, if you’re a bucky girlie and like the possessive mermaid/siren vibe, please check out keepsake by the lovely @blowingbarnes bc it’s amazing and we kinda thought they’re lowkey twin fics of each other 🥰🥺

Masterlist

The gulls disappeared long before the Nomad lost her course. That was the first sign.

At first, no one said anything. Birds vanish all the time - wind shifts, food grows scarce, and they scatter inland or fall behind. But when the sea stretched into its fourth day of breathless stillness and no gulls circled the rigging, a slow, sour dread began to seep into the minds of the less resolute among the crew. They murmured of ill omens, that the air was too still, the sea too quiet. 

The others started to watch the sky as often as they watched the waves, trusting the guiding presence of the stars. But then the fog arrived, and the sky ceased to exist. 

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Don’t care, didn’t ask.

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“You know my thoughts on Eliza.” Sergei intones as you search the rack for your favourite fluffy jacket.

You cluck in frustration as the holographic vinyl gets in your way again. Your ankles bend slightly as you bobble on your clunky heels. You could wear the black trench but it’s so long.

“And that skirt.” He drawls. “That. That is a home skirt.”

“Don’t care. Didn’t ask.” You roll your eyes. “Where is–”

Before you can ask fluffy white bolo, he has you by the jaw. He angles you away from the coat rack to face him and marches you back until you hit the wall. You wince and latch onto his forearm. You can feel the veins and tendons bulging.

His blue eyes blaze and his jaw ticks. His tongue flicks across his teeth as he bares them. You pout at him playfully.

“Don’t.” He warns. “Say it again, zaychik.”

“I don’t–”

He squeezes and you smack his arm. You dig in your nails. He grips you tighter, raising you until you’re on the toes of your square-toed platforms. You hiss and choke out the last word.

“--care.”

“What don’t you care about? Me?” He tilts his head. “Because the way you were howling my name last night, I know you’re lying.”

You scoff.

“Didn’t ask–”

He lurches you away from the wall and flings you against another. You spin and hit it with your shoulder, turning to press yourself to the plaster. You heave and eye him up and down.

“Every woman needs to know how to perform when her man can’t,” you snarl.

His cheek twitches and his lip curls. His hands fist at his sides and he pushes his shoulders wide. You giggle and inch slowly to the left.

“Don’t play with me,” the corner of his mouth lifts just slightly.

“Oh, I know how you play, Sergei…” You feel along the wall as you sidle. “I know exactly–”

You spin and hurl yourself through the doorway. You cackle as you hear him, sense him chasing you into the front room. You dodge out of the way as he lunges and barely stagger around the sofa. He reaches for you, his fingers grazing your arm as you bound away.

“And you know I’m only playing, zaychik…” he growls as his footsteps slow, your breath puffing in your ears. “If I wasn’t, you’d already be under me.”

has anyone noticed that after the porn ban of 2018 tumblr was essentially killed from the mainstream and everyone flocked to other social media sites like twitter and meta. then those sites got enshittified to where twitter became Nazi Central and meta sites had an entire meme around getting “zucced” aka mark zuckerberg himself would ban you for saying a no-no word like fuck. and then the mainstream shifted to tiktok where infamous toddlerspeak sentences like “he got unalived by a pew pew” were born because if you once again say a no-no word like kill or gun or any other word that isn’t corporate i mean kid friendly then the algorithm will bury your post into the ground. and somehow we’ve come full circle and tumblr is now the most bearable social media site because although we can’t have female presenting nipples we can at least talk to each other like adults. has anyone noticed that at all or is it just me and the flaming skull

Zhang Ling He as Xie Zheng

PURSUIT OF JADE ⁃ 逐玉 (2026), Episode 28.