Small kisses on his shoulder as I reach around and wake him up with a handjob 😌

You know it’s really fucking annoying how cis women will say shit like ‘afab solidarity’ but then turn around and say ‘I dont care if trans men get denied medical care and die, the term person with a uterus makes me uncomfortable.’ . They use ‘afab solidarity’ as a thin screen to hide their transphobia + transmisogyny.

They use the suffering of trans men as a stick to beat trans women with. Either as a way to say trans women ‘arent actually suffering’ or to blame trans women for the suffering and deaths of trans men.

Cis women engage in and encourage the death of trans men and then blame those deaths on trans women.

my fav genre of images is a character from some random media saying that they aren’t gay

I have come to a point in my life where I can no longer bring myself to care about male individuals. They are shallow, revolting, devoid of any real emotional depth.

Once you realize this hard truth, you'll quickly lose all interest in them.

Whenever a male approaches me, I can barely manage to hold a simple conversation without feeling the urge to roll my eyes.

Music, cinema, and books made by men are laughable and not worth my time or money.

The only route that remains is female separatism, or death by boredom.

zac oyama PCs and kindness unbefitting of their station, of themselves. colin having violence as basically his only skill but refusing the kind of violence they committed under the fda's orders and deli's pursuit of it that follows; lapin casting fly on theo instead of himself, a moment where he could have guaranteed himself an out but instead chose to better the rest of the party's chances, ending in his own death; pib being a trickster spirit (and thus should be a certified piece of shit) but having all his trickery guided and motivated by his ultimate goal to help - to help his friends and whatever pathetic men he decides to take under his wing along the way. does anyone understand what the hell i'm talking about over here

"you should be mindful of what your mutuals want to see" no the whole point of tumblr is to attack your mutuals with your interests. get spammed with generation loss content i hope you take psychic damage.

anyone know why autistic people often have such a hard time with phone calls

i just had a phone call and i am genuinely nauseous afterward

i hate making phone calls so much and i know that’s an autism thing but i don’t really know why

Spent my evening recreating Fox’s livestream setup in the sims. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ 🦊🔪🧡

wyll insists that it's HIS choice to make the pact and to leave the city. bc owning it as his choice means he can rationalize some sort of control over it. acknowledging it as anything else would mean that he was forced into it. that it's not actually his fault. that it's mizora's fault (which he does acknowledge) but more importantly that his father did him wrong. and that idea just Does Not Compute. so. rather than realizing and accepting that his father is human and made mistakes and hurt him, wyll would rather just take all the blame and make it his choice.

and being on the road constantly fighting battles meant he probably never had to sit down and think about the Implications of what happened to him. add the fact that he literally could not speak the truth for seven whole years. he had to fill in the gaps. more and more rationalizing to make it make sense to others and to himself. it's free emotional repression

i am writing an accidental haiku to attract haiku bot

God I love handjobs 😮‍💨 just slowly moving my hand up his thigh, making my way to his crotch while kissing his jaw and down his neck. Cupping his bulge through the pants he’s wearing, giggling as he tenses up and a soft moan leaves his lips, kissing my way to his mouth while palming his cock through the fabric. Pushing my hand in his pants, feeling how hard he’s getting.. ‘awe look at you baby, do you like it when I touch you like this?’ .. taking his pants off, leaving the boxers on, so I can kiss my way down his chest, tummy all the way to the pretty bulge, leaving one tiny kiss on the tip through the fabric before kissing his thighs and making my way back up to his mouth, sitting next to him, with my nails digging lightly in the soft skin of his thighs, dragging them all the way to his hips and just above the waistline of his boxers, watching as his pretty cock twitches.. ‘you’re so cute’.. palming him over the boxers, leaving kisses on his neck, pushing the fabric down so I can spread his leaking precum all over his length, before softly running my finger from the bottom to the tip, grabbing it in my soft hand and moving it up and down, making him whimper and moan .. ‘gosh the sweet sounds you make for me, baby.. so so pretty’ .. moving my hand all the way down to his balls, playing with them before stroking his cock again, faster this time, the stopping for a bit, circling my thumb around his tip, feeling him twitch under my touch as he gets more sensitive.. ‘does that feel good baby? Yea?’ .. playing with his balls some more, leaving wet kisses on his neck and jaw, grabbing his pretty cock again and stroking faster, switching from fast to slow, bringing him to the edge then stopping.. over and over, until he’s a whimpering mess begging to cum .. ‘are you gonna cum for me, my love? Yea? Fuck look at you, you’re so pretty.. can you beg for me? .. such a good boy! You sound so cute .. you gonna cum for me yea? Okay baby… cum for me, make a mess all over your tummy and my hand.. that’s it.. so pretty..’

Can we talk about the weird misogyny that’s in the idea that T makes trans men ugly.

The T making trans guys ugly idea always is joined with ‘women are destroying their beautiful feminine bodies to become men.’ Shit.

It’s just ‘a women’s (or people that society deems as women.) worth is connected to how pleasing/attractive they are to cishet men.’ idea.

Trans guys becoming masculine is seen as us losing value and worth as a person because we are no longer attractive to cishet men.

i like to imagine sanji gets cuteness aggression over zoro whenever he eats and his cheeks are stuffed and he masks it by picking a fight with him later

taehyun hard thoughts

bf!taehyun who sits you on his lap, wandering hands over your ass and pushing your hips forward to grind against his half-hard cock.

bf!taehyun who has his hands resting behind his head as he lets you rut against his boner through his grey sweats, your pussy getting wetter by the second while your face buries into his neck.

bf!taehyun who lets out small grunts and low moans as you place light kisses along the column of his neck, nipping and sucking as you leave a couple of marks so they peek above his shirts and tank tops.

bf!taehyun who’s dick twitches when you buck your hips a certain way, the head of his cock deliciously rubbing against the material of his pants.

bf!taehyun who loves hearing your heavy breathing by his ear, your soft sighs and gentle moans as his orgasm nears.

bf!taehyun who tells you to go on your knees, pulling down his pants and continues to jerk off his pretty dick in front of your face while you kneel with your mouth open and tongue sticking out.

bf!taehyun who gets pushed over the edge by your eye contact. loving the way you look needy for him and he twitches forward as he shoots his cum on your tongue, a couple of spurts missing your mouth and dripping on your chin

Did anyone else's kinks get more extreme after spending time on Tumblr, or is it just me?

I still can't get over stsg's introduction as a concept. gojo was built up to be isolatingly powerful, a league of his own: childish, annoying to all those close to him, hard to stand but respectable (aka nanami and utahime), a slippery guiding mentor, unruly and untamable, a whole force of his own and solely his own (the confidence, the disobedience to elders, the reputation, the fear and awe around him)---all introduced through yuuji's non-judgemental and curious lens. I think someone pointed ages ago out how- the closer someone is to gojo, the more tired they look inside. and that's why when they actually introduce the fact gojo had an actual, real friend- a best friend- you start to think, what? what kind of person would suit and match satoru gojo? who is this? who would make gojo feel equal? and it's somehow??? this obnoxiously moral guy?? filled with a kick of anger and buckets of tormented righteousness, and a witty (later turned bitter) benevolent streak. and you watch gojo watching him, always standing by him, watch him fit into place there like he couldn't see anything else. watch the in-sync laughter, the back-and-forth banter, watch them just be teenagers admist it - someway and somehow - same childish attitude, but younger, impressionable, and its like gojo's storing all his experiences with geto away in his mind. the discussions of who to protect-? gojo lives it out. the pain of geto's fall-? gojo carries it for the rest of his life, an aching open wound. it almost hurts that gojo's childish antics aren't complimented by geto's indulgent, light-hearted admonishing anymore. something you didn't realise was missing the whole time until now??? didn't realise "after all, I'm the strongest" used to be been "after all, we're the strongest". and in getting to know geto, you puzzle through how he was gojo's 'one and only': a guy who's personality comes off a bit controlling, a bit forceful, way too philosophical, clinically considerate- and somehow this really was gojo's best friend. they clashed over all their differences all their time together and yet even that was so important to them both, and you come to know it couldn't have been anyone else. this is who helped make gojo who he is. this is who was missing from him at the start.