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pmpknsoup · 16 days
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sometimes i feel like im the wrong Kind of aromantic. like, i see posts on tumblr all the time about other aro people talking about how all aro people hate romance in media, or hate shipping, or the like. and yeah, functionally i know that this isnt a general statement, and obviously they don't mean Every Aro Person Ever but. you know. its easy to feel like youre doing something wrong, even when youre just being a person
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wannawrite999 · 2 days
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sainzofthetimes16 · 2 years
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Somehow, despite my best attempts, I doubt I will ever be content with my own company.
I think there will forever be some part of me who yearns for that standard teenage friendship, you know? The late nights, the car rides, just the opportunity to have someone to talk to.
I’m so used to being second place- the friend they sit with when the others are away, the one they call when no one else picks up, that despite my best efforts, I can never see myself as anything more than a placeholder.
I’ve never had the high school dream. The friends, the parties, the relationships. Just the overwhelming sense of discomfort. The recognition that despite my best efforts, I will never be seen as more than the “fat friend”.
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patchw0rk-quilt · 10 months
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bear hugger is informed of a crushing reality
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the og
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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I got a massage bar at the start of the week and honestly, I didn't expect it to fill my head with thoughts of using it on a really submissive dad's best friend Bucky 🙈
Because I imagine he doesn't really relax very often. His life gets busy, things are overwhelming sometimes and he rarely takes the chance to let himself decompress. There would be some small self-care wins though and the day he does his first face mask with you probably stands out in his head as one of his favourite days ever.
But I love to imagine him fresh out of the shower with his hair still slightly damp while his body is dry. He's laid on his front on the bed, wearing just his underwear, scrolling on his phone and you know it's been a long week for him.
He seems content now though, not that you can really see his face. The gentle arch of his back is so inviting, your brain reminding you of how it feels to trail kisses down his spine while he lies like this.
He's been so tense all week, you hardly know where to start. Breaking off a little piece of the massage bar and letting the fragment soften in your hands gives you some time to decide a course of action. Do you begin with those broad, tense shoulders and work from there down or do you want to start on the small of his back and work your way towards his neck?
As the solid butters melt with your body heat, filling the room with the scent of patchouli and vanilla, you decide to work from his shoulders down. You know you've made the right decision when you hear his content sigh at the gentle kisses you litter across the bare skin of the back of his neck.
"What are you doing?" The hint of a smile on his face carries in his voice while you settle on top of him.
"Nothing. Relax." The shea and cocoa butters in the bar have melted into a much slicker consistency, allowing your hands to glide over the broad expanse of his strong shoulders with very little resistance. You touch him gently to begin with, spreading the oils over the top half of his back before pressing heavier to work them into his skin.
His shoulders are as tense as you expected them to be but it doesn't take much to relax them. Your fingertips sink in to the soft flesh where his neck curves into his shoulders, rubbing in small, concentrated circles.
"That's nice." He hums, sounding truly relaxed. There's no rush with this. It can take as long as he likes. You've got all night to appreciate the man in front of you and you could happily spend every second just touching him.
It's fun to play around with the pressure of your touch. With one palm planted on each side of his spine, your firm, languid strokes up the length of his back drag soft gasps from his parted lips. Your fingertips moving in gentle circles however, draw a contented hum from his throat. The kind of hum that makes you want to cradle his head to your chest. He thrives off affection like no one else and it only makes you want to give him every ounce you can muster.
The most delightful sounds he makes come when your fingernails dig in while you trail the length of his back. He's always enjoyed the soothing feeling of a gentle back scratch but with each scratch, you notice how he subtly grinds against the mattress with a quiet moan.
He's forgotten all about his bad week at work, that much is clear.
"Baby, please." It's barely more than a whisper but you couldn't have missed it. He's done with the back rub and that's more than fine. You take take the spot on the bed beside him while he turns to lie on his back, noticeably hard beneath the underwear that you quickly discard.
Precum leaks from his tip and he appreciates that your hands are still slick more than you could ever know. One firm pump of your hand, rolling your palm over the tip is enough to make him gasp. He's neglected his own need for far too long.
"F-fuck." He groans, beginning to thrust in time with your hand movements, fucking himself into your fist. It's erratic and needy and the light blush to his cheeks gives away that he's embarrassed about his lack of self-restraint. Not embarrassed enough to stop though.
"God, you're pathetic." You tease, lost in the way the degradation makes him tense up. He gets off on this and so do you. "I bet you couldn't last if you were inside me right now."
His breath catches in his throat because he knows you're right. Hell, he's struggling to last right now. There's no expectation for him to last forever this time around though. You know he'll be able to offer you a whole lot more once he gets this out of his system.
"N-no. I couldn't. I couldn't last." He's so beautiful and he doesn't even know it. You notice that he's even more beautiful with streams of his cum rolling down over your fingers, desperate sobs tumbling from his lips and his over pleasured groans hanging in the humid bedroom air.
Afterwards, the man seems boneless. He's content, melting into the bed and once you've had a chance to clean up, he pulls you in for the softest kisses.
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skelavender · 21 days
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what do you MEAN i can’t use my office time to write fanfiction
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americanrecord · 1 day
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need a cruel dose of realistic honesty on whether i should apply for mfa creative writing programs
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grumpyypumpkin · 3 months
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I ask you for your raindrops
And I give you my entire ocean
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erwinsvow · 17 days
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spent so much of the last year and a lot of my late teens just thinking i am not good enough and that i should be doing more and accomplishing more and no matter what i did achieve i just felt like it was never enough for myself against this unrealistic standard based on other people in my life and its just like whyyyyyy am i doing that to myself! i like how i am, i love the things that i love, i care about my interests and my personality and the things i enjoy doing and if i met myself id want to be friends with her
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koishua · 27 days
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*clears throat* my beloved audience of tumblrinas... ily 😞😞 if any of you have concerns you'd like to get off your chest, you're welcome to visit my messages (or asks) and i promise you you'll have a listening ear
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gimmechips · 10 months
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Goodmorning,
This morning study session has already begun. I'm also trying Notion for the first time, it looks fun to do but a bit hard to understand, I will look up some videos to get some better ideas on how to use it correctly, I will let you know how that goes.
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wannawrite999 · 4 days
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drugstorewizard · 4 months
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A charcoal drawing I made after a backpacking trip in 2021
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running-in-the-dark · 3 months
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oh, great! I cleaned out all my fountain pens before we moved, and then chose just a few to take with me. plus ink, obviously.
except someone took the damn ink out of the bag I had put it in. sooo it's probably in the storage unit now and I won't see it again until April 🙃
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vampyrdiariez · 4 months
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𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 #1. ⋆。˚🦇⛧
─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───
1/10/24 , 8:54 AM.
It’s barely even 9AM yet and today has already been a waking nightmare.
I woke up in extreme amounts of pain as I have off and on the last two weeks; and most of my life really. I only recently found out why after years of this. I have alpha-gal, as well as being allergic to pretty much everything outside.
Managing my alpha-gal has been extremely difficult, as I still live with my parents who aren’t much help when it comes to cross contamination and other such issues. So, I am constantly exposed. Leading to frequent reactions and episodes of reaction like the one I’m having now.
Frankly it’s just exhausting having to deal with this as often as I do. Hopefully I’ll get to rest for a little bit, if not, I’m not sure.
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skelavender · 3 months
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i just realized that people read my writing. like they read my writing like i read other peoples writing. woag
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