Harry and Mitch hugging after ONO NYC perfomance

Man of the House

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He’s such a fucking asshole…

I slammed the door behind me and threw my backpack to the ground, trying to still my breathing and not rage out. 

“Hey! What yourself slamming those god damn doors! I don’t see any checks coming from you to pay for them!” Dad shouted from down the hall. Yeah you barely pay for them you piece of shit. I walked over to my dresser mirror and examined my bruised eye. Rodney, the fucking ape, thought I was staring at his ass in the hall and decided to beat the hell out of me. I mean, I was, I can’t excuse my wandering eye. But an innocent peek is way more excusable than queer bashing. 

I could excuse it to some extent, he’s just some idiot jock. But my dad is who really pissed me off. I had tried to sneak past him to go to my room, but there he was, laying with his third beer on the couch (the other two empty bottles sitting on the floor) and catch me. Called me out for being beaten up for being a fag and told me I had to man up. 

“I’m scared of the day you become the man of your house,” he had said before scoffing. “Or should I say woman?” He laughed to himself before taking another drink of his backwash brew. I had stormed off and here we are. He’s such a prick, using me as a punching bag; both literally and figuratively. Never man enough, never tough enough, never amounting to even his lowest expectations. I was fucking man enough, I would show him. I’d love to walk right up to him and punch him in his smug fucking face. 

I was getting more and more worked up, my breathing escalating before I couldn’t control it anymore. I turned and stormed back out the door to confront him. Swinging open the door, I made my way back to the living room only to stop right in my tracks. He was of course still there, now on his fourth beer, but his hand was stuck in his pants. He looked over at me not surprised or angry, just amused. 

“Oh look who decided to come see his old man? Got another shiner you wanna show off?” He took his hand out of his pants and zipped up. 

“Don’t get turned on by what you just saw. Bad enough you’re queer as a two dollar bill, let alone wanting to fuck your old man.” My anger began to rise again as he sat up and stared at me, fiddling the beer between his fingers. He took another swig and tossed a hand in the air. 

“So you’re queer and mute? Least there’s some kind of improvement,” he said, getting up from the couch and walking past me. He shouldered me, pushing me to the side. 

“Fuck you,” I mumbled, my hands clenched, trembling as my knuckles turned white. I heard him stop shuffling. 

“Oh you got something to say?” He asked. “The only balls I thought you had would be in your mouth.” I spun on the spot, my arm raised and without aim. My knuckles made contact with his jaw and he slumped the ground, crashing as the beer he was holding bounced away. If it weren’t for the alcohol in his system, there’s no way I would have knocked him down. Immediately I began to panic. He was already rough enough with me just because he had a bad day at work, I couldn’t image what he was about to do. 

The only thing was, he wasn’t getting up. I stepped closer and kicked my foot at him. Leaning down, I crept my face closer to his, seeing if he was still breathing. A soft moan escaped from his lips and I could finally see the soft movement in his chest pressed against the floor, signaling a sign of life. Oh thank god…. Getting up, I pushed my foot against his leg, seeing if it would wake him. Nothing. He was out cold. Which… gave me an idea. A sick, but completely worth it idea. Dad wants to make fun of me for being some kind of queer? Let’s see how he likes it. 

I pushed my fingers down the back of his waistband and tugged slightly, gauging how much it would risk waking him. Pulling further, I managed to shimmy both his jeans and briefs down to his knees. His d*ck flopped under him, pressed against the cold wooden floor. God, you would hope for being such an asshole, it would be due to having a small d*ck, but of course he was packing a bull of a jock. He still wasn’t moving, so I fished my phone out of my pocket and took a few pictures of his ass. Which, was surprisingly bubbly for his age. I guess being a washed out high school jock turned construction worker did wonders to the glutes. Now if he gave me any more lip, I was going to share these online and humiliate him. I was about to put my phone away and pull the pants back up when a new idea tugged at my intrigue. Damn, was I really going to do this? I bit my lip, nervous but curious about the idea. 

My hand was shaking as I reached out to his ass. Using my thumb, I pushed one his cheeks to the side to reveal his hole. I snapped another photo and yanked my hand back as he grumbled. Okay, this was way too fucking risky…. But still, what if I went a little further? The coffee table was behind me, I angled my phone against it so you could see me only from my torso down, but his body was in full frame. I hit record and moved closer to him. Spreading open his ass with one hand, I took my index finger and trembled as it approached his hole. 

I brushed the tip of my finger against it, it was oddly smooth and puckered out at me upon contact. He made no noise at all as I did so. I was fueled by intrigue, lust, and stupidity as my finger approached it once more. I prolonged the contact this time, pushing so gently, but assuredly. I was able to penetrate to which I could have sworn I heard the soft sound of air escape his chest. Pushing further, I was able to get to my first knuckle, without so much as a peep from him. It was warm and so tight, his hole wrapped around my finger perfectly, like it was practically begging for more. I obliged and pushed more in until I reached the end of my finger, the tip of which brushed against a lump I could only assume was his prostate. Pulling my finger out, I was relieved to see it come out clean. 

Spitting onto it and my middle fingers, I lathered them up and sat them one on top of the other. I had completely disassociated and went into autopilot. Dad’s hole was begging for me to feed it. I pushed both fingers within ease, perhaps even easier than the first time. I worked them back and forth, pushing against his prostate each time I did so. I saw his pole twitch and begin to slither out as it grew in size. Sweat began to trickle down my back as I worked his hole, stretching him wider and wider. I pull my shirt off, getting way too hot to keep it on. Three fingers, let’s see if he can take three. My ring finger wiggled its way inside, pushing the other two aside to be embraced by the warmth of his entrails. My own pole had begun to press against my pants, begging to be freed from its prison and embrace the moment. With my free hand, I yanked them off, my foot getting caught in the cuff. I was able to free myself and soon I found myself naked in my living room, still finger fucking my deadbeat dad.

Four, no, five. Let’s fucking see if he can take a whole god damn hand! My pinky and thumb didn’t hesitate to stretch him wider. It was odd, almost magical the way he just opened up to me. In only a few minutes, I was able to get all fingers inside with little hesitation from him. His hole was sucking me in, slobbering as it wanted to eat more of me. It was only once my entire hand was inside that I realized that may be meant literally. I could almost feel sucked closer to him. How the fuck was he not waking up?

I looked up to see the back of his head poked out from his wife beater. Fuck, what was I doing? I pulled my hand back, snapping to the reality of the situation. But, it wouldn’t budge! In fact, the very act of trying to free myself only led to me being pulled further in, I was halfway to my elbow! I grabbed my arm with my free hand tried to pull back, but it was no use, I kept going further and further in. I wormed a couple fingers from my right hand to try and stretch him enough to pull myself out, but those got sucked in too! It had managed to encapsulate my free fingers and was taking the rest of the hand with it! I planted my bare feet to the ground and yank, only to lose my footing and fall face forward, up to my elbows inside of him. 

His hole was stretched, but refused to break. I flexed my fingers and could see the back of my hands press from inside of him against his back. It was like they were in a suit of him. 

“Dad! Dad wake up! Help me!” I pleaded, finally more afraid of what was happening to me instead of him finding himself like this. But what was I kidding? If having a full grown human halfway inside of him didn’t wake him up, what good would yelling do? The pull was becoming stronger and sucking me in faster. I was up to my shoulders now and knew what would happen next. But without my arms, I had no balance at all. I kicked my feet and tried to find anything to grip my legs on to, but I was being pulled away too quickly to do anything about it. 

My forehead was pressing against the edge of his ass. I tried to pull my head away, but it was no use. I felt my hair break through as I was pulled in. My chin brushed against his now fully erect manhood as it pulsed with each pull from him. The last thing I saw before being sucked up was his taint as it was stretched nearly to its limit. It was dark in here, the sound of his heartbeat echoed and pounded against my ears. I could feel the cool air still outside from my torso and legs, but all I could focus on was the feeling of being inside of him. I finally had control of my arms again though, but it did little to help my situation. I tried to claw my way out, but it made me almost shoot forward. I felt a lurch as the rest of my body down to my waist was pushed inside. 

It was oddly comfortable in here, like being wrapped in a skin tight blanket. But man that beating was driving me crazy! Fuck it, there’s no way out of this. Maybe… if I went out the other way…? I pushed myself further, feeling my own piece slide inside. Damn… that actually felt really good. Inside of here, it was like it was enclosed in a warm, silky sheath. The body began to feel more enclosed as my thighs were enclosed, but I could feel the hole fighting up again as less and less of me was left to take in. I began to feel somewhat claustrophobic and I fought to get some form of air. Spreading my arms out, I could feel the sides of his body and moved them up until I found two holes. 

Pushing my arms out, they began to slide into new homes, sliding down the caverns until they were met with… were those his fingers? I wiggled my fingers until I could feel them slither into place like his hands were gloves of flesh. I could feel his hole tightening as the last bits of my feet were pushed inside. There was a small pop when the last of my toes made it in. I instinctively kicked my legs around until they found slots of their own to go down. I shimmied them down until I found what I was certain were his feet. It took some wriggling, but soon enough my toes found their way into his. I wiggled them and felt the cool flooring beneath me. It was still pitch black, but I had gotten a sense of what was happening, and there was only one step left. I pushed my head up and felt a strong tight grip around myself. Like… that of his neck pressed against me. I began to struggle to breathe and pushed harder, as if I was trying to break the surface of water while drowning. I felt a snap and my head hit an elastic ceiling. 

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air, catching my breath while taking in my surroundings. I was level to the ground, my vision parallel to the dirty wooden floors of my living room. I looked around and twitched my fingers, feeling them move freely and rapped against the wood. I pushed myself up, noticing the wife beater adorning my chest and… FUCK! I looked down to see a massive boner perched in front of me, thick and glistening with precut. Dad’s… I guess… MY jeans were still hugging my knees and trailing under me. I turned around saw nothing but the sheen of pre and saliva adorning the wooden floor. 

“Holy f*ck…” I said before slapping a hand against my mouth. That was dad’s voice! This… I rubbed my fingers across my chin. This was dad’s beard! Were my suspicions true? I stood up, my new legs wobbling as I adjusted to my new weight. I must have packed on a good fifty pounds and beer gut. 

I found walking too difficult, so I pulled my new briefs up and snapped the band around my waist, my c**k still soaking them. Kicking off my jeans I stumbled to the bathroom and forced open the door. I snapped on the light and looked in the mirror to see my father, his face adorned with shock and awe, a look I had never seen from him. Leaning against the countertop I peered closer, taking it all in. I was him alright, though I could see it was actually my blue eyes and not his brown ones. Aside from that, I was the spitting image of my piece of shit father. Holy shit… I was him! I could feel my c**k twitch against the briefs even more at the idea of impersonating him. 

I almost even reached in and began to pump it but felt like that had to be wrong, right? Maybe I could try force myself out. And then… well I don’t know what. I had no idea what to even do. Did I just lose my own life and become him permanently? Did I lose half my life to just be some old asshole who beats his son. Or, used to? Maybe this was my way of escaping. I had no money, no prospects and at least another year before I could graduate and get myself out of his deadbeat town. What if this was my way out of here and starting fresh? I smiled in the mirror to myself, becoming more okay with this new situation by the minute. 

Okay dad, looks like we’re going to be doing things a little differently around here! Starting it looks like with my new friend… I pulled the band of my underwear down and marveled at my new c**k. I swung my hips and felt it thrust wildly. Lifting my top up, I let it come up and slap me against my new hair stomach, which rippled upon my d*ck’s impact. Oh this was going to be fun. Dad gave off serious top energy and I was going to use that to my advantage… Or maybe I should have somebody show me how it’s done first…? I ran the living room, finally adjusted to my new weight as if I had accrued it myself over the years. I found my phone to see it was still recording. Damn, I’m going to have to watch that crazy video back soon. 

I turned off the recording and repositioned the phone so I could start posing. I did some of the typical poses I had seen guys do online: gripping at my new bulge and winking, lifting both arms up and licking at my pits (damn he really fucking reeked after a day at work!), sticking a tongue out and rolling my finger back, acquisitioning my boy to come here. I even decided to be a little playful and found a random book from school, flipping it to a random page and pretending to read as I spread my legs wide. 

I wanted to save it for whoever I had over here first, but I couldn’t help it. I decided I should record one more photo before publishing myself online. I set up the phone to record ones more and pulled down my briefs. I spit into my hand and lathered up my c**k, sliding my hand up and down the pole, feeling the ecstasy build as I watched my stolen body move under my whim. I kicked a leg up on the sofa and stretch my ass open, exposing my new hole to the lens. Fiddling a finger around, I slid into myself and penetrated. Daaaaamn, so this is what I had done to him? He should be thanking me! This was amazing. I let out a deep growl as I pushed my finger in and pushed against my prostate. A shockwave of pleasure rocketed through me as rubbed the palm of my hand against the head. I slid a second finger in and fucked myself, picking up the pace and dreaming of the first guy who would pump his load inside of me. The thought alone, mixed with the image of my homophobic father getting off to himself sent me over the edge. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming…” I moaned in my dad’s voice, my eyes desperately pleading for release. I looked myself square in the face as I felt the pressure build from my balls and finally pump itself out. FUCK! The streams of c*m rocketed out and sprayed themselves across my black tank, one even finding its way into my new beard. I forced as much c*m as possible out before I ran dry and was breathing as if I had just run a marathon. I looked at the phone, still recording as my father sat upon the sofa, two fingers inside of him and c*m splayed across his chest. I removed my fingers, wincing as my hole had tightened around them. Once they were removed, I sucked on my fingers, letting the little bits of c*m on them trickle down my throat. 

“Mmmm…” I moaned, before winking and turning off the recording. Damn, if that performance wouldn’t get me laid, I had no idea what would!

After I was done, I chose the best photos to accompany my little home movie and made my very own Grindr profile. I was a new daddy in the area looking for somebody big and strong to show me how to take a new man. Which, shouldn’t be too hard for this body. It took an entire human, how bad could one d*ck be? I finally snapped one final photo, a cute little selfie to hopefully draw in some cuties. 

It wasn’t long before I had myself set up and messaged any guy who piqued my interest - and there were a ton of them! Man, I hope I’m not out of this for quite some time! 

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It has been about three months now, I still have no idea how to get out of dad and honestly, that’s fine. Turns out being a construction worker daddy and being a little bottom slut was exactly what every guy in this town needed. Sure, I had topped a few times too, but this body was obviously meant to take rod. The first time as with this guy named Ryder. I was terrified, but man, when I felt his slide into my the first time, I almost came instantly. He was so fucking impressed with how well I took him and he became a regular at the household. He amongst others, found out that my old man was a huge slut and would take load after load from men with no names. 

 However, I made sure to gather as much evidence as my escapades as I could, just in case. I would video and photograph myself with any guy who gave me permission to do so. If dad somehow found a way to get rid of me, I had a whole archive to use against him. I wasn’t too worried about it though, I was perfectly happy with my new life. 

Do u give money to people on tumblr?

Short answer, no. I don't reblog those posts, either. Majority of them are scammers, bonus scamster points if they use their race/gender as emotional manipulation. (Rant incoming cause this pissed me off, not you, but it had me thinking about a lot of shit). I'm sorry but I could never be on Tumblr begging for money, that's embarrassing, no offense. I commend anyone who's shameless enough to do that cause in all seriousness, couldn't be me. I feel like there are just some things you shouldn't do & asking strangers, half of which are minors, to give you their hard earned money in trade for nothing is one of them. The victim mentality of "let me spam my followers with a bunch of sob story updates about my life's issues & guilt trip them into giving me cash", no. Leave them alone. That shit's annoying, inconsiderate & entitled. & it's always the same fucking people holding their hand out. The people you're begging for cash are more than likely struggling too & need theirs. Tumblr is the worst place to ask for assistance. If you need money then you should seek a financial aid program, or I don't know, log the fuck out & get a job like everyone else? That's what people who need money do. There's no excuse, I said this before & I'll say it again, making money nowadays is easier than it has ever been cause of access to technology. Everything is virtual. You can work from home. There are people making millions eating for a fucking living on YouTube. If you're broke atp it's cause you either make excuses for why you can't work or you're just lazy. It's a choice. You don't even need to physically go out & find a real job. Make something. Perform a service. Everyone has something they can offer. Don't sit there & expect people to pay you for nothing. I hate lazy ass people who wallow in self pity, make excuses & don't contribute anything to society & simply exist to leech off others. It's parasitic & pathetic. You "can't work", but you can play around on social media every day? Hmm. You deserve to live in poverty then. You're not special. You better sell some p-ssy, d!ck or c*ke. If you're bussing it open to everyone anyway you might as well get paid for it, in the words of my wife, "make it count". Seriously, I don't respect those people. Tumblr beggars are the equivalent of irl bums who loiter at gas stations harassing passersby for change. It's fucking irritating & unfair that we live in a world where weak people are rewarded, coddled, catered to & given breaks for doing nothing. "Oh well, you know, John can't work, he's dealing with a breakup that has him in a deep depression. I just- I don't know if his mental health will allow him to work." Bro, I sympathize but at the end of the day, screw John. He has no real problems. There are people with cancer & aids right now who are working. People with no limbs are working. He can work, he's physically able to, but ultimately he won't cause he's a mentally weak man with no drive. Let's just call it what it is. I've been homeless & depressed before, I dug myself out of that hole WITH NO HELP, if people can bounce back from homelessness, addiction, abusive relationships & rebuild their lives, if people with deformities can work there's no excuse for why these lazy asses are living in houses, have food & water, with themselves being the only person they have to take care of but they're on here begging us & living off the gov't. That shit IS sad. & I get so heated over this topic cause the bastards who log on & beg aren't going to log off fucking Tumblr & make adjustments so they can afford to live, they're not going to or offer an exchange, they'll continue to do this shit. In the comfort of their home. Meanwhile, the ones they beg have to scrounge. So no motherfucker, I can't help you spend my money. Follower counts mean nothing here cause nobody gets paid on this dead app, this ain't YouTube. If you have hella followers but you still can't eat or pay your bills it's a sign your priorities are fucked. Up. Your followers owe you nothing. Have a little pride & self respect.

PSA: Please for the love of all that is hockey stop censoring the names of teams and players!

No, I'm not being sarcastic. I keep seeing this a lot on a ton of hockey blogs. (for example "d*nn", "p*tr*ck k*ne", "bl*es" or "v*g*s g*ld*n kn*ghts"), and honestly, it's really, really, bugging me, especially as someone who has some team lb tags filtered. I know most of you mean well, but this might not be the best idea. Even if you don't like saying their name. Even if you're censoring it as a joke. Even if you're worried about people you don't like flocking your blog (which, there's a block button for that btw). For one, Tumblr allows you to filter out certain words and tags. And people may already have specific players/filters tagged. If a post contains said filtered word/tag, it'll look like this:

(Image ID: A screenshot of a tumblr post that is flagged to the viewer due to it containing "#bruins lb". The username and profile picture is covered in red. The person has an option to view the post, via a button that reads simply "View post". End ID). By censoring them, Tumblr won't pick it up, and people will still see the post they don't want to see. Additionally, censoring words, especially l*ke th*s (like this) might not be helpful to visually impaired folks, especially those who use screenreaders.

"So, what should I do instead?" If you're talking about something a player did, here's some tag suggestions I have: If you're talking about a player who has assault or abuse accusations against them, you can use "tw assault", "tw abuse", "tw sa" (if the accusation involves sa), "tw violence" or "violence mention" (if violence is involved), or similar tags! If you're talking about someone who has a history of bigotry, try tagging "racism", "ableism", "homophobia", "tw slur" (if there's a slur involved), or other similar tags! I do see people use "tw (team/player)" as well (ex. "tw hawks", "tw auston matthews", "cw wilson" or "cw boston bruins") as well, however, I also discourage against that, because not every hockeyblr user has those filtered, and from my understanding they also aren't that well known. Again, simply tagging the players' names or the name of the team is enough half the time. (And, as a bonus, if you already have "tw (player/team)" tagged, instead of removing them, you can also simply add the player or team name to the tags!) If you're simply trash talking a player or a team... just say the name. It's not that hard, really. However, you can also tag the post with "trash talk" if you don't want people seeing it. Other good tags/words to use include: "rant" or "vent", which can be especially helpful to folks who dont wanna see huge rants, vents or complaints. "tw injury", which you can use to filter out videos or discussions containing injuries. "tw blood" and similar tags can also be helpful if blood is involved. "hockey fight", which can be used for hockey fights. Can be especially helpful since some fights get bloody and do lead to injury. Simply tagging "fight" can also work! "swearing cw", can be helpful for folks who don't want to see posts with heavy amounts of cursing. I advise only using this if there's excessive swearing involved, and not if there's only one instance of a curse word. "slander", which you can use if you're ranting about a player you don't like. And additionally.. "I don't know how filters work!" or "I don't know how to filter words/tags!" Alright so here's what you do: 1. Go to your user settings. 2. Scroll to "content you see". 3. Add the tag or word you want to filter, like this:

(Image IDs: Two screenshots of Tumblr settings. In the "Add a filter" bar are the words "tony deangelo" and "keith". End ID) 4. Click "Add" and bam! You're done! You might need to refresh for it to go into affect. Protip: Filtering out words will filter out all words of a specific phrase/name. For example, if you filter out "Tom Wilson", it will filter out all posts containing both words, even if it doesn't talk about the player. I advise using "Filtered Tags" when filtering out specific players, teams and team lbs.

GranEssex Live Konoa Reaction (part 1)

Henlo I am deciding to do a live reading of @kachikirby ‘s series GranEssex Chronicles

I’m gonna try and go through the entire series, starting with the first book, “Wings of Beginning”

This is my first full-on live blogging(?) post, so idk if theres any way I should be doing it but f*ck it we ball

Anyway there’s a lot of text so behind a cut it goes!

(SPOILER WARNING cuz i’ll also be talking about what goes down in the book to give context for my ramblings)

Chapter 1

Note: Gonna try to use punctuation for now but this will probably disintegrate as time goes on (me hate punctuation on tumblr blog ooga booga). Also this live blog is pretty summary-heavy, but I’ll try to tone that down in future posts.

I’ve technically read up until chapter 4, but I’m gonna go ahead and backtrack to look over the previous chapters again and give my reaction on those :D it would feel weird to just start it halfway through anyway. The chapter opens up with Kurabe (if u don’t know who that is you should probably go check out Kachi’s account) going on a mission to eliminate a criminal group only to see that everyone’s just been absolutely bodied by some blue toddler with a stick. Kurabe’s like, “hey I need to take u in for questioning” and the kid is like “nuh uh” and tries clubbing her to death, but obviously Kurabe is stronger so she just blocks him. Even though I was only, like, two sentences in, my attention was already grabbed; I was very excited to see what happened next :D Anyway, Kurabe gets one of her swords knocked out of her hand by the kid, and she’s just like “ah.” But then she teleports behind him and chops him in the back of the head with her hand, causing the kid to faint. I was kinda surprised that she just knocked him out like that, but I guess it makes sense because she had a job to do lmao. Anyway she gets back to her ship and Mercury is there and, upon seeing the child, is just like “HUH”. Kurabe says that he’s fine and only has minor injuries, so she goes to her room to patch him up a little. She wondered why someone would leave their kid on a planet with so much criminal activity, and I honestly agreed because I was just as confused 💀 who leaves a whole toddler on the planetary equivalent of Detroit??? Insane, bro. So anyway she cleans him up and after he wakes up, Kurabe says good morning to him and the kid just immediately goes

Anyway, Kurabe tells him to calm down and asks his name, to which the child responds, “Meta.” It was pretty much implied from the start that this was Meta Knight, but I was still like “OOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ITS HIM” Anyway cue Meta being suspicious of Kurabe and Kurabe trying her best to calm him down. I’m watching this whole interaction go down and honestly wondering if Meta’s just gonna straight up maul Kurabe, but thankfully he doesn’t. Kurabe’s maternal urges start taking over and she offers to raise Meta- err, I meannn… train him (because I can’t imagine it would be good to send him back to space Detroit 💀) and Meta asks if he can stay on her ship forever. Kurabe is like “yeah sure” and then after talking, she helps show him around his new room and then they sit down and have a meal together. The image of Meta playing with the spaghetti was really cute :D Meta makes mention of Kurabe’s sword and Kurabe tells him that she’d train him. However, she did warn him that he training was so intense that students have quit or even DIED because of it (which is…. Scary /not neg). He agrees to the training. Meta then got kinda tired so he went to go to sleep, and as Kurabe was tucking him in, he grabs onto her and they end up falling asleep together :DD Overall this was a very cute chapter and it does a great job of grabbing the attention.

I don’t know how gossip and stuff like that works in the hayden fandom (as I’m so new to it) but I just wanted to speak my mind on the whole rachel podcast thing because it’s been ruminating in my thoughts for a few days and I can’t move on LMAO

So, if you’re down for a little discussion, please feel free to read! If gossip or speculation and stuff isn’t your thing, no problem! Sexual topics will be talked about so keep that in mind in case that’s something you’re not too comfortable with! anyways, here we go…

Alright, so I know the podcast rachel did where she talked about her sexual experiences was literally two months ago but I just need to get my thoughts out on it rn

First of all I’m gonna say I’m 100% all for women being open and honest about their sexual experiences! Like we have a right to not feel shame in speaking about these things openly, but I’m gonna be honest, rachel talking about not having an org*sm (censoring bc idk how tumblr flags stuff and I don’t wanna get in trouble lmao) from penetrative sex until she was 38 lowkey gave me the ick

Like it’s so very obvious people are going to assume the fact she’s basically saying hayden never gave her any sexual satisfaction (correct me if this is a reach) and my jaw kinda drops at that realization??? Like you’re telling me over the ~10 year relationship you had with this man, he not once made you feel good? And the only way you were able to feel satisfied was by your own doing???

As I said, she’s obviously, obviously, entitled to her experiences and opinion like who’s to judge her for that??? But it’s the fact she’s said it now. It’s just kinda ironic to me that after all this time she brings this stuff up, coincidentally when hayden’s career is taking off again, as if the public and media won’t connect the dots on who she’s talking about

Like ya’ll idk maybe it’s me but imo that’s kind of petty to do 😭 like this man was with you for a very long time, he’s the father of your child, and yet you’re gonna make him out to be a guy that doesn’t know how to please his partner…

Maybe this is all such a reach so please take this all with a grain of salt, I’m really just rambling rn and maybe won’t even feel the same after I write this all out, but for now this is how I’m feeling!

It’s just all kinda spiraling in my mind because truly why would you say that (I’m more-so finding a problem with it because she did it so publicly and on a random podcast). And maybe this makes me a hypocrite because I literally just said women should be able to be honest about their sexual experiences LMAO BUT CMON???

Idk maybe it’s just me being defensive of hayden and the fact I literally don’t know this woman at all and this is the first impression I’m getting of her, but it just rubs me the wrong way. Like idk about ya’ll but I know if hayden christensen just looked at me, I’d lose my mind. So imagine being in a relationship with him, where I’m sure he can figure out how to make you feel good especially giving the duration of your relationship, just for you to then turn around and throw it all back in his face when it’s been literal years since you’ve been with him…(also same goes for that adam brody guy she dated in the early 2000s, like it’s not just hayden this reflects on!)

Also she talked about how she misses her ex bill hader (whom she coincidentally dated when she was 38) because of his um…big d!ck. So she’s also throwing into the mix that apparently the reason she couldn’t get off with hayden and adam is because they’re small???? IM SCREAMING DSKDJDH

But again maybe I’m taking this all out of context or not looking at it the right way or whatever, so sorry if this ramble of nonsense is giving you the ick, but so be it

I probably missed a lot of points I wanted to make so maybe I’ll come back to this later, we’ll see

The last thing I’ll say is, literally watch any of hayden’s movies where he’s in a romantic relationship with someone and genuinely tell me you think that man doesn’t know how to make someone feel good, specifically with penetrative sex (because that’s what rachel was talking about)??? It’s the way he’s acting and yet I can still feel the sexual tension and attraction through the screen. Just imagine him in real life. I shall leave some gifs below to further prove my point because…yeah I don’t understand

Exhibit A:

This scene from Awake literally has me screaming every time I watch it DKSJSH like the hand placement??? The kissing??? Yeah I GET IT, it’s not sex but just trust me on this ok

Exhibit B:

This scene from Factory Girl. Literally my most favorite piece of proof that goes hand in hand with the fact I cannot grasp the idea THIS man does not know how to please a woman I-

Really you guys just have to click on the account that posted these and look at the whole set because…I rest my case. Just look at the way he rolls his body on her *screams*

Ok sorry, bye that’s all I’ll say for now. I feel like none of this makes sense and I SWEAR I’m not trying to shame rachel, I just felt really put off by that little tidbit she decided to publicly share so yeah here’s my current thoughts on it. Please no one jump me, if this is truly an awful take I will delete it 🫣

attention new tumblr users: you don't have to self-censor your posts! no one cares if you write "kill" or "dick" or "pedo", so stop writing them as k!11 or d!ck or whatever!

reasons not to self-censor:

it screws with screen readers and makes your post inaccessible to anyone who uses one

it makes it hard for people with dyslexia or other reading issues to read your post (another accessibility issue)

if someone has the word filtered, then deliberately misspelling it will cause your post NOT to be appropriatly filtered. at the very least this is rude but it could also lead to actual harm to someone who filtered that word for a reason.

it detracts from the actual topic you're posting about by being a huge, pointless distraction

again, this is tumblr! no one cares if you say "kill" or "death" or "i want to dribble their head like a basketball" or "he should be composted."

remember, tumblr only cares if you post female-presenting nipples. everything else is fair game.

I guess I need to update this, I’ve been here for 1,5 more years now. Met a lot of nice people and I’ll continue being here well, forever I guess. This intro is somewhat accurate still, but I’ll highlight the stuff that idk is still the same in purple. I’m sending you all love and light. I come and go sometimes when life gets in between but I’ll stay here until I’m ready to recover.

Last time I was here I was like 50 kg. I recovered somewhat but then my dad died. Now I’m here again but at 91 kg. I love my life :,) btw I’m pro recovery and if you’re in a recovering phase please don’t look at my tumblr content.

Do not interact if:

-you’re underaged

-you’re fatphobic

-you’re anti lgbtq+

-you’re recovering

-you’re abelist

Also don’t send me d*ck pics thank you.

Who am I? Good question, let me tell you what I know this far:

- Y’all can call me May

- I’m swedish and can barely spell in my own language so sorry for major grammar/spelling errors

- I’m 20 y/o

- loves anything creative really, singing, playing instruments, drawing, crafting, you name it

- I have been a gamer since idk I got my first computer, I have over 20000+ mod files on the sims 4 ;w;

- I grew up with k-pop and I am an army, my bias is Jin.

- I’m also a metalhead (nice combo I know lmao)

- I’m autistic, have OCD, depression, many phobias, struggle with sh aaand disordered eating.

Rn I’m in a pretty dark place in my life, and I really appreciate all interactions with my posts (cuz I feel like someone cares/sees me heh). My dm’s are open too, but I’m not interested in any “coach” or s*xual content.

Sending y’all love and light💜

j-ck anon, back again with another ✨hit tumblr ask✨

perhaps for simplicity, i should just end my asks with an emoji? what about 🌈?

anyway, i was wondering if within your stories, schl-tt is the only one being stuffed? will any other characters be stuffed? of course, i absolutely ADORE the stories you write, im just curious!

sorry this sat there for a second i just inexplicably stopped checking my inbox for awhile

and mostly, yeah! i do have the one d/nf one-shot, and sap/nap and k/arl get into their own feedist shenanigans in the hungry works universe, but generally speaking i just write whatever the muse strikes me with and 90% of the time that seems to be sch/latt. what can you do. not to say that i'm not open to writing other characters and that i haven't had some plans with other characters, i just can't promise they'll ever actually be manifested LMAO

My Thoughts On...#36 - Tumblr perverts 😏🍆🍑🍈🍈🔞

This post is sort of similar to a My Thoughts On... post from a year or two ago about people with NSFW content on their pages following me. Well, not only am I being followed on here by people with X-rated content on their Tumblr pages, but also, I get likes on my posts from those people. Now, as I’ve stated before, I only post decent content on my page, and I don’t need perverted people following me. Or now in this case, even interacting with me. How have these freaks not been banned from Tumblr for their raunchy content? How have their accounts not been terminated? Tumblr no longer allows that kind of content on here. But yet, not everybody, especially people who aren’t in the right state of mind, apply to that rule. They’re still posting p0rnographic content on their pages, and clearly, nobody has reported them. And out of all the users on here to follow and like posts from, it had to be yours truly. Of course, I’m not sure if I’m the only one facing these sickos on here. It’s possible that I’m not. But anyway, to anyone who only posts perverted content, please, a million times please, do not, I repeat, do not, follow my page or even like my posts. Because you’re obviously not really fans of what my content consists of, and I am definitely not a fan of what your content consists of. I am not a pervert. I am not interested in seeing sexual intercourse, naked breasts, d*cks, p*ssy, or @$$. If you’re following my page to get your filthy thrills, then you’ve come to the wrong place! Either get some help, or go to Hell! Anyway, those are my thoughts (again) on these perverted people on Tumblr. I hope any of you with clean pages enjoy this post, and be sure to like and/or re-blog! If you want to, that is.

Hi goodmorning! How are you? I went out with my crush alone like I told you! It was fun but he had to leave early so we didn't get time :( but I'm going to ask him to meet me in the weekend again!

Ahhhhh you asked your friend thank you! I'm happy she appreciates it, I thought maybe she won't like it 😭 What she likes about her bf is sooooooo valid! I think I want kindness most in my future bf too! Sometimes when I think of my exes or even my friend's exes hurting us, I think they won't do that if they are kind people. The relationship might not work out but it won't be because he hurt us like..... Kindness seems like minimum but it's so rare in men..... And most of them aren't dependable too . They'll tell you they'll come and they won't show 😔 My last relationship was terrible because this boy was so immature and not dependable :(( most of them are takers not givers! I always think I want my future bf or husband to be a giver :(( hdssdsds sorry I talk a lot about that 😂 but I'm happy your friend's bf is like that! Do you know, what he likes most in her? 🙈 But I know you have no way to know that because you don't know him hdsdss anyway they sound Adorable!!!

I talk to my crush about his work and our friends . I really like romcoms ahhh there's nothing else I'm really into! But it will be nice to watch romcoms with him hdsddsdshh

The kdramas you said are so nice! Why did you get Hulu? I watch it on kissasian 😭

I don't travel much! My sister likes traveling so much though so she brings souvenirs! What place do you want to travel to ????

My crush shared this meme with me hdsdsss ( https://images.app.goo.gl/kj6RUCjxgWdLxDS87 ) it's a normal plane and behind it there's a Boeing 777 😭 it really shows how big that plane is compared to other planes 😭😭😭😭 now I understand why that anon said those pilots have big d!cks hdsddsdds 😂😂 - 🍰

Hii ! 💛 I'm happy you had fun with your crush !!! Do you think there's progress on operation make Mister Pilot Man fall in love with you?!! Are the sparks flying?? Where are you gonna hang out this weekend?

Being kind and gentle is definitely the bare minimum for Men, but it's so rare to find ! Most guys are also terrible at showing their emotions, so that doesn't help at all. I can't even say for sure that the people who aren't dependable have a character flaw, or maybe they're not ready to be in a relationship. But had they been someone kindhearted, they would try their hardest to be there for their significant other, right? Maybe it's more complicated than that, idunno :-( We've all got our reasons (some worse than others). As for the Men who are takers and not givers, they're just WRONG ❌❌❌ A huge red flag !! Stay away !!!!! They're selfish and immature. They need to DO BETTER !!!!! I'm sorry to hear about your last relationship 💔 you deserve better than that !!!

I don't know what he likes the most about her ! I could ask. Wouldn't that be funny?? She asks and reports it back to us ahaha. The people of the internet are invested ! We need to know !

Ahah my Hulu account is free ! It comes with my Spotify. I don't love to use free streaming websites unless I really have to >.< Romantic comedy is such a fun genre <3 Have you seen Business Proposal?? It's soo hilarious, and miss sejeong is the main lead !! Everyone on Tumblr went crazy over the cast because the second male lead is hawt (I concur). The secondary couple also has amazinggg chemistry. It's a 12 episode series, and I 10/10 would recommend !

Ahhh you should go on a vacation with your sister the next time that you can ! Or just in general. It's so cool to see the world and experience things you wouldn't otherwise be able to at home ! Plus, you can have fun travel stories to share aha

Eeeee I always wanted to see Europe because I love their architecture. It seems so beautiful and picturesque wherever you go, whether it's Italy, France, Hungary, Switzerland, Czechia, etc. Also, there's an abundance of nature outside of those cities too, right?? I'm definitely a city girl at heart, but when my parents and I travel, we always head to the mountains, the forests, the oceans, and the canyons. It's so peaceful <3 And of course I wanna do an Asia tour :-( I've never been to my mother country, but I feel like I have to see it at least once in my lifetime, right?

WHY DID THAT MEME MAKE ME LAUGH SO MUCH?? LOL. Y'all are turning me into an aeronautics nerd asjdklasjd

This is a serious post. TWs include boarderline p/dophilia, guilt tripping, BAD self shipping, possible acephobia, and sexualization of minors.

Hi. Jack here. I'm so sorry to suddenly get all serious but this needs to be discussed.

I used to be friends with tickinq-time, aka Kelli, but I am to no longer be associated with them after all the stuff they have done that I am detailing here today. We will start with the first segment

1) Boarderline p/dophilia.

Kelli dated a 14 year old at the age of 17 (even admitting to wanting to run away with said 14 year old) and admitted they knew it was wrong when confronted.

“As long as no one finds out,” eh?

2) Guilt tripping.

In a discord server, Kelli would allegedly spam in vent chats until they received responses, turn replies to others' vents into their own vents, talked about triggering topics in non vent chats

beg for forgiveness when no one responded to said triggering topics (do ignore me being a blind idiot)

Left servers (for attention) when called out for minor (sometimes major but mostly minor) things they did, leaving those they called friends heartbroken

ask if anyone missed them in the server they left (also asking for invites back)

and attempting to villainize those who called them out.

3) Self shipping.

Before I get into this one, I'd just like to say that not all self shipping is bad!!! Just what Kelli does with their sona is!!!! It's harmless in most cases!!!!! 

Kelli shipped themselves with Tony. Doesn't sound bad until you take the fact that Kelli is a 17 year old minor and their Tony is a 30 year old man into consideration. The fact Kelli ages themselves up to ship themselves with Tony and implies they did “the thing” to have baby Larry is disgusting. One look at their Tumblr page proves this.

They also allegedly drew NSFW of themselves and Tony but since the server it was posted in got deleted, I cannot show proof of this. (Also don't say it's just their persona, there's literally no difference between them.)

4) Sexualization of minors (and possible acephobia.)

Things said in this segment were in a voice call and make me the most angry, so apologies if I get aggressive, but I do have a witness for it. 

Do you remember my first post about Ryan, Brian, and Xion the clock triplets, Tina's kids? Kelli saw that and took it upon themselves to ask if mean Steve (Tina's ex that she hates) was the father. The last time Tina and Steve were on good terms was in HIGHSCHOOL. That implies that they would've had to do it as minors, which is NOT OKAY.

What they said next could count as acephobia, but then they stated “Steve must have some good d!ck if he fucked an Asexual person.” Now, I'm all for sex jokes as the next guy, as long as they're about consenting adults, but again, the last time they were on good terms was in highschool, so this was not okay to say.

I have nothing else to sign off with other than please do not attack anyone mentioned, not even Kelli. Don't even interact with Kelli, just unfollow. I speak for myself and all my friends who have been subjected to their guilt tripping. Stay safe, my planets.

-Your friendly neighborhood Colin kinnie.

mod holiday's spicy fics: part one!

mature & explicit DNF fics for a little bit of spice today. enjoy! (please only read these if you're 18+!)

Take A Slice by orphanaccount

Dulcet words enticed George into Dream's embrace, their breaths mingling together as Dream began to kiss George's neck, lithe fingers settling in his hair as he pulled the other as close to him as possible.

''I love you,'' Dream murmured into his shoulder, rubbing his thumbs across George's collarbones.

''I love you too,'' George whispered in reply.

Red Glory by tbhyourelame

Dream really, really hates when anyone else wears his letterman. Yet when the boy he flirts with between cheap booze and loud music looks cold enough on his walk home to slug it over his shoulders, cold enough to be kissed, even—he can't help himself.

He looks better than all the sweet-tongued, blonde girls who try to saunter off with it after games. The maroon fabric brings out the subtle pink in his lips and high cheekbones. His hands disappear beneath the striped cuffs.

Dream’s heart thumps erratically at the sight of George in his clothes, in his letterman—unlocking something deep in him with a gentle click.

- written for a secret santa collection

My Sun, My Moon, My Stars by tbhyourelame

Dream is an immortal being who got trapped in a well for a hundred years. George is from an alternate reality and is just confused by this one. Ever since George pulled Dream from the mossy cavern, they've been building a slow love that refuses to fade, despite the unfairness of fate and time.

Or, George throws his immortal partner a birthday party.

-

this is for the cryptid!au from my tumblr

I Have Nothing by itsricecakes

George, son of a multimillionaire, goes to America to visit his father over summer break. When he arrives, he's suddenly assigned a bodyguard with whom he has to deal with.

Dream ends up being his worst nightmare. Or possibly the greatest gift.

kerosene to a flame by hari (okanus)

“Okay, hear me out. This is gonna sound a little crazy, but, uh, I need you to be my boyfriend,” Clay says sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.

George’s heart stops. How the hell does he respond to that?

Hot Sugar by glittering_ant

Dream had a double black in his hand and a careless grin already aimed in George’s direction when the brunet met his eyes. Dream’s eyes were glassy, but his gaze still felt sharp enough to cut George’s thoughts wide open. George had been drunk with him enough times to know that the Floridan was damn good at holding his liquor, and something about the clarity in his deep hazel-green eyes made George feel precipitously weak in the knees.

—

Dream and George get drunk at a party and hook up basically. College AU.

TGIF by saltinecraxker

"What makes you think that?" he questioned softly, green eyes not daring to break away from George’s intense gaze.

"Dream, you are the textbook definition of a straight, college, university frat boy." Dream smiled at George's slurred wording. "I think I am quite safe in my assumption."

Without thinking, the blond pushed himself closer, making the brunet gasp and back into the wall behind him with a faint thud. Dream proceeded to place his gloved hands on either side of George’s head, their faces only a few inches apart, their shuddered breathing intermixing.

"Or not..." George spoke again, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

Pretty Pink by zonegoose

Dream becomes obsessed with George's mouth, when he really, really shouldn't.

The dono read: hey gogy is it true that the head of a dude’s d*ck is the same color as his lips?

lightning in a bottle by GenofEve

George likes Dream’s hands. So what?

cadmium red by luckylikeyou & timelimez

Dream is an art major stuck with an insufferably boring professor, but his interest in the class is instantly peaked when a cute international student is hired to model for figure painting exercises.

Computer science major George decides to take up an offer from the art department, and he suddenly finds himself modeling for a guy with paint stained hands who is maybe just a little obsessed with him.

Conjugal Visit by abstractsatanism

“You know what I care about.” George is so bold, he’s rarely ever this bold, only acts like this when he plays Dream for all he’s worth, when he knows Dream is going to give him the throne, the SMP, his last life, immortality. Dream would lay it all at his feet if George would just take a step closer to him. “We both know there was something there I cared about. And it wasn’t a fucking fish.”

George visits Dream in prison and they fuck.

Remind Me of My Deepest Fantasies by venus43

It’s obvious really, one glance at his search history would give away all of his dirty secrets; tabs of small brunet boys being fucked face down by their taller counterpart, who’ll lean over them and press them down by their neck, sticking two fingers into their mouth to make sure they’re completely pliant and willing to take whatever they’re given.

or, george likes how big his roommate is

you've got me praying by sweet_lion

It's rough and dirty, to take George like this, right here, right now, on the wet forest floor.

But what's a single human worth to divinity incarnated? What's a follower to a god?

Hands to Yourself by Anonymous

Dream and George do a great job at hiding their relationship from their friends. At least, usually.

Sometimes Dream can get a little handsy.

Are there any good fate Merlin analysis posts in tumblr that you can give to me ? I want to know who Merlin is but all I’m getting from the majority of the fandom is that he’s a d*ck wizard

The tl;dr of Merlin is that he’s half-demon, which among other things made him immortal and gave him some Complicated opinions on feelings.

He claims that he is incapable of genuine emotions and can only emulate these emotions by sipping them off humans. He claims that he doesn’t care for humans as individuals, but loves humanity as a whole because they’re very entertaining. He’s clairvoyant (ie can see anything happening in the present time) yet claims that he was tricked into getting trapped into Avalon, unable to see the world again.

Now if I keep using the word “claim” it’s because it’s very much ymmv here. Maybe it is true. Maybe he’s as unfeeling and inhuman as he claims to be. Maybe him being a dick wizard is because he find trolling people incredibly entertaining.

Maybe it’s false. Maybe the trolling facade is just a front so no one tries to know him better. Maybe he’s just an immortal old man consumed by guilt over getting a little girl (his daughter, his daughter, his daughter) to become a king and sacrifice her everything to her country. Maybe he wasn’t so much trapped as he willingly fell into Avalon as a punishment for his actions. Maybe he pretends to be emotionless because losing his daughter hurt too much too much and he can’t do it again, if he never feel emotions he doesn’t have to suffer that much again, if they don’t think he can love they won’t try to get him attached and he won’t hurt as much when they die like everyone everyone everyone he’s ever known because he’s immortal and that is as much of a curse as a blessing.

My two cents is that he’s somewhere in between. Clearly he doesn’t process feelings the way humans do. But he’s also really willing to bend the rules for the sake of the people he supposedly doesn’t love (see: Artoria & Realta Nua’s ending) and reacts suspiciously strongly to Gil’s death in Babylonia (”no guys i’m totally over my daughter’s death trust me WHY IS THIS DUDE DEAD HE PROMISED HE WOULDN’T DIE”) It’s possible himself doesn’t realize he has emotions and has mad alexithymia like Salter does. Or maybe he’s just the fucking king of repression idk.