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bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time
#me serving customers while chappell roan's red wine supernova is stuck in my head#me: yeah that'll be £3.60 / my brain: she did it right there‚ out on the deck: put her canine teeth in the side of my neck#rose's incessant yearnings#rose's gay little job#rose's ramblings
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penetrative sex is always like cool in theory but everything before and after that is where its at i love foreplay i want the sexual tension i want aggressive make outs and sloppy head that turns into face fucking and dialogue that gets you whining in anticipation clawing at skin and bruises and bite marks everywhere hands around my neck and in my hair and on my hips and my ass red and my nipples so sensitive from being sucked on and tugged at being hit across the face and manhandled around and the teasing at the entrance to my holes that just drags on forever and drives me crazy and leaves me begging to be filled and and it's sooo good when it finally happens but god do i love the journey and then being edged or overstimulated within half an inch of my life and finally the aftercare hands gently navigating my body and silly pillow talk and cuddling and kissing and praise and affirmation and smoking a joint together and falling asleep in each others arms or deciding we gotta go bake some cookies and watch cartoons or the autistic urge to watch some dumb youtube video essay or play minecraft taking over whatever i don't even care i'm just really gay and need it all and like to each their own but i feel bad for everyone who is just experiencing basic boring heteronormative sex🫠
#queer nsft#ftm sub#ftm nsft#trans nsft#nsft t4t#ftm bunny#ftm puppy#ftm t4t#yearning so hard rn#just please let me sit on a cute trans fags face#bun ramblings#1k
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pretty boys as chew toys do you agree
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Black selfshippers please imagine wearing a bonnet with like a really wide band and it keeps falling over your eyes so your f/o gently tugs it up and is like "There you are, can't hide from me now, can you?" And gently kisses your forehead
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My favorite thing about being a lesbian is when the w,,,,… when,……. When wom…,..,. Webn the………. woman
#lesbian#sapphic#wlw#my ramblings#wlw love#wlw post#lesbian pride#lesbianism#sapphism#sapphic pride#sapphic love#sapphic yearning#lesbian yearning#lgbt#lgbtq
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that one homoerotic girl friendship that ended horribly is always like, i hate her more than anyone, i will never stop loving her. she made me who i am, i hate the parts of me she helped create. i miss her more than anything, i can't even look her in the eye. i dream about her most nights, i'll cut off my arm before i even consider reaching out to her again. i want us back, i never want to feel that way again.
#im rambling sorry#wlw#lesbian#sapphic#yearning#love#wlw yearning#sapphic yearning#lesbian yearning#ex best friend#jackieshauna#catradora#rhaenicent#elainposting
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i just want to cuddle. i want our limbs to be so tangled you can’t tell where one of us ends and the other begins. i want our fingers to be interlocked. i want to feel your warmth. i want to stare into your pretty eyes and tell you things that make you blush. i want to be with you.
#finn rambles#gay#mlm thoughts#mlm sfw#t4t sfw#gay yearning#alterous#queerplatonic#qpr#boyfriend#achillean#t4t mlm#trans mlm#mlm positivity
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need f/o to put their face in the crook of my neck pls pls pls feel their breath hot on my skin nuzzling and kissing hearing them mumble words near my ear whilst being pressed against me pllease Please
#yearning so horribly right now#so so horribbblyyhhh#im so touchstarved rightnow i cant even. Aufgerhgrhgh#❥ vels ramblings#self ship
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Alt version of this post bc too many people asked for both <3
It's Saturday night and, like almost every Saturday night, Eddie wishes he didn't have to be at some jock party. The flashing lights, the scent of cheap mixed drinks, the incredibly mediocre loud music... And worst of all, the fucking jocks. Everywhere.
'Eddie!'
He looks up to find Steve, with a dopey smile on his face, basically skipping towards him and throwing his arms around his neck. Oh. He didn't know Steve still went to parties like those. Hadn't seen him at any of them in a while. But as soon as he gets wrapped up in an enthusiastic full-body hug, he decides there's one jock, and one jock only, that he doesn't mind running into at those parties.
'Eddie, what're you doin' here?' There's an unfocused look in his eyes and he wobbles on his legs a little bit, grabbing tighter onto Eddie for support. The touch burns through Eddie's t-shirt and he tries to ignore the shiver running down his spine.
'I didn't know you liked parties!' Steve drops his voice, slurring: 'I thought you hated the jocks.'
Eddie can't help but smile. 'I hate all jocks but one, big boy,' he tells Steve. 'Not here to party, only to get some cash.' He rattles with the metal lunchbox in his hands to illustrate his point. 'Can you let me go now so I can get on with my business, pretty please?'
'Noooo,' Steve says with an exaggerated pout. 'I'm too happy you're here! Dance with me!'
Eddie chuckles. 'I don't think you're in any state to dance right now. Jesus, Stevie, I don't think I've ever seen you this wasted before. Thought you were planning to pick up a girl tonight?'
'I was,' Steve says, suddenly sounding oddly serious. 'But it doesn't matter. Just needed to forget. The rum helped, too.' He frowns. 'Til you showed up.'
'Forget what?' Eddie asks, trying to make sense of this drunken string of words.
Something happens; something that's been happening quite often lately. Steve's eyes flash downwards, just for a second, right to where Eddie's lips are.
Eddie's heartbeat involuntarily picks up speed.
'What did you need to forget, Steve?' Eddie asks again.
'Can't tell you,' Steve mumbles so softly that Eddie can barely make it out over the loud music. 'I don't wanna make you feel guilty. I'm not judging you, y'know. 'S fine.'
He abruptly lets go of Eddie and takes a step away from him, stumbling right into some girl who pushes him back with an annoyed scoff; if Eddie weren't still standing right behind him, he would've fallen on his ass for sure.
'Alright, you're not making any sense tonight, big boy, but I can't in good conscience let you stay here by yourself. How 'bout I'll drive you home?'
Eddie glances at his watch. If he hurries, he can probably still be back to do what he came here for before the good part of the party is over. He does kinda need the cash.
'Can't,' says Steve. 'Can't go home with you.' Something in his voice is breaking and suddenly there are tears in his eyes, and Eddie still doesn't understand what's wrong; he feels like he's overlooking something huge, something that should be obvious.
'Let's just go outside to talk, then?' he suggests.
'Can't. Dance with me, Eddie.'
But when Eddie starts gently tugging Steve towards the open door leading to the garden, Steve easily lets himself be led outside. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath when the cool night air reaches his lungs, as if one gulp of fresh air will instantly make him sober up. But he's still swaying on his feet, making Eddie grab onto him tighter.
Eddie likes to think of himself as moderately strong, but unfortunately, hauling 180 pounds of muscled jock around is starting to take its toll on him. He spots a bench in a secluded corner of the garden and guides Steve towards it.
'This better?' he asks.
'Yeah,' Steve breathes out. Even now that they're both sitting down, Steve keeps clinging onto him. 'Look at the stars, Eddie.'
Eddie looks up at the scattering of lights twinkling far above them - but he can feel Steve's eyes still burning into his face.
When he directs his gaze back to the guy sitting next to him, Steve's face is even closer than before. The starlight is reflected in his hazy eyes, tiny specks of silver hidden in various shades of brown and black.
'I wish I could kiss you,' Steve whispers, looking at Eddie with nothing but admiration behind that glassy drunk gaze.
Eddie almost forgets to breathe. He knows that it seemed like he and Steve were headed exactly toward something like this for a while now, but he still can hardly believe that it is real. That Steve Harrington is really looking at him like he's just as precious as the stars in the sky above them.
He brings up a hand, gently caresses Steve's soft cheek.
'Maybe you don't have to wish,' he whispers back, unable to stop his eyes from flashing towards Steve's beautiful lips for a moment. 'Tomorrow. When you're not drunk anymore. If you still remember this.'
'No.' Steve shakes his head, so fiercely it makes his hair flap in all directions and his complexion at least two shades paler. 'Can't.'
'Why do you keep saying that, Steve?' Eddie asks softly.
'Cause.' For a moment Eddie thinks Steve is gonna grab his ass, but then... he randomly frees Eddie's handkerchief – the one with the skulls – from his back pocket.
'Cause of the Russians.'
Eddie can only stare at him in confusion.
'They tied me up,' Steve all but whispers. Eddie hates how small and broken his voice suddenly sounds.
He has always known – broadly speaking – about what happened to Steve and Robin miles beneath Starcourt last year. He's never actually heard Steve talk about the details, though. All he knows is that he and Robin were captured by Russian spies and somehow made it out alive. He could always see how difficult it was for Steve to talk about it whenever it came up, but he never wanted to pry. And now here they are, at some goddamn high school jock party of all places, and all of a sudden Steve willingly brings it up.
'I was with Robin,' Steve continues, still in that scared and broken voice. 'And they tied us to a chair. We couldn't move. And they – they hurt me. They hit me. 'Til I was bleeding all over. I thought I was gonna die. Robin thought I was dead.'
'Jesus Christ, Steve,' Eddie breathes out, tightening his grip around Steve's torso.
'So I can't,' Steve mumbles, holding up Eddie's handkerchief as if it's some kind of logical explanation for whatever it is he's trying to tell Eddie.
'Wh- What?'
'I know what it means, Eddie,' he says, as if he's even remotely making sense right now. 'You know John?'
'Who the hell is John?' Eddie only keeps finding himself more and more lost in this conversation.
'My cousin,' Steve says, like it's obvious, like he's ever talked about some cousin named John to Eddie before. 'The one in New York. He knows all about that shit, right? He sends me the good magazines sometimes when my parents aren't home. That's how I know.'
'Know what?'
Steve only waves around with that stupid handkerchief again.
'You're flagging, aren't ya? You like pain. Like BS... BM...'
Eddie feels his jaw drop.
'What the fuck are you talking about?' he asks. 'It's – this is a metal thing. It looks metal. I literally have no idea what you're – flagging?'
Now Steve's face finally mirrors the confusion Eddie has been feeling for the past ten minutes.
'Are you serious?' he asks, for one second showing more clarity in his eyes than Eddie has seen all evening.
Eddie nods.
'So it's not...' Steve stops himself, swallows, frowns. 'You're not into, like, hurting people and shit?'
And finally, it all clicks together in Eddie's mind: the repeated chorus of I can't, the story about the Russians, the goddamn handkerchief... Flagging. BDSM.
'Why the hell would I get off on hurting you, Steve?' is all he can get out of his mouth.
And Steve honest-to-Satan starts giggling; it sounds so relieved that Eddie kinda feels like giggling too, scary metal image be damned.
'I dunno, it's more common than you think,' Steve mumbles. 'I wouldn't judge you, alright? But I knew I could never give you that. No matter how much I like you. And then you'd get bored of me.'
'Oh, Steve,' Eddie whispers out. 'You don't need to worry 'bout that, I swear. For all I care, we can have the most vanilla sex in the world forever. Or never have sex at all. As long as it's with you... I'm good.' Eddie cringes as soon as the words leave his mouth: it sounds too cheesy, too sincere. He kinda hopes Steve will have forgotten this particular part of their conversation tomorrow morning.
But Steve doesn't look at him like he thinks it's stupid at all: his eyes are wide and he's smiling a soft smile.
'You sure? You won't get bored?'
Eddie chuckles. Now that he's being too goddamn cheesy anyway, he might as well double down on it. 'I can't imagine getting bored of getting to hold this body in a million fucking years. In any way you'll have me.'
Steve heaves out a relieved sigh before he buries his head against Eddie's chest.
'Can I bring you home, now?' Eddie asks.
There's a twinkle in Steve's eyes when he lifts his head again.
'Ooohhh... You wanna have the most vanilla sex in the world with me now?'
A chortle escapes Eddie's lungs.
'Um, maybe tomorrow, when you're not drunk off your ass,' he answers with a wink. 'For tonight, just lemme get you to bed, 'kay?'
'Okay, big boy,' Steve answers, and Eddie can't help but laugh before he presses a kiss against Steve's forehead.
#don't mind me rambling about stranger things#thought i'd finally put in my own 2 cents about them hanky debate#if you even care#seriously have fun with your hc's however you like but#let's address the trauma here alright#(and let them have the most boring vanilla sex forever i guess)#can you tell i'm in my soft steddie era?#I JUST NEED THEM TO BE SOFT GODDAMNIT#maybe it's my own yearning but LET THEM BE SOFT#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#fanfic#fruity ficlet#tw alcohol
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Sending care packages to my friends that are filled with basically just an assortment of things that are likely what a crow would leave on your windowsill. Shiny random objects that project all of my love and affection for you. And maybe a sock.
#mine#miro posting#t4t#t4t trans#trans t4t#t4t nsft#t4t ns/fw#lgbt nsft#queer nsft#autistic nsft#trans nsft#otherkin#crow rambles#lgbtq community#lgtbqia+#lgbtq#nb nsft#nonbinary#t4t yearning#topposting#bottomposting#hornyposting#meme#memes#lgbt memes#196#r/196#rule#trans#transgender
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don't get fooled by the boldness of my posts n reblogs, I'm so shy I hide behind my plushies or under a blanket whenever I get flustered
#✿︎li rambles#i'm a shy girl#wlw#sapphic#lesbian#girl who likes girls#sub lesbian#sub femme#lesbian yearning#sapphic yearning#femme yearning#wlw nsft#lesbian nsft#sapphic nsft#femme nsft
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y’all. what if
what if we get a dream sequence where ed is longing for what could have happened, what should have happened. like, we see the same few beats of him on the dock, calling out for stede and looking increasingly concerned. but then the brush behind him rustles, and stede actually stumbles out into view.
and ed’s face breaks out into the most relieved, beautiful smile, and there’s this very dreamy sequence of them breathing each other’s names and running to each other. they of course hug each other tightly, maybe even kiss, before ed murmurs something like, “was worried for a second. thought i’d lost you.”
only for stede to go “oh, no. you’ll never ever lose me.”
...and then ed wakes up in the gutted darkness of the captain’s quarters. alone.
#OFMD#Gentlebeard#Blackbonnet#Edward Teach#Stede Bonnet#Revenge Rambles#A want to see further takes and ideas surrounding the beach scene eVOLVED INTO SOMETHING FAR MORE CURSED HSDJKLS#APPARENTLY#I just sjdshdljksds#I ALSO started thinking this because I couldn't help but think of a previous fandom of mine#Sooooo in Mockingjay Part 1 right PFFFF#It was an entire movie with almost NO interaction between Katniss and Peeta#And no POSITIVE interaction between them at all#So to make up for that#They included a dream sequence where Peeta comes to comfort Katniss#The same sort of affection she's used to and yearning SO badly for#SO LIKE#With that sort of thing in mind#And with things likely to be rather messy for Ed and Stede for a bit#I'm like#I WONDER IF THEY'LL INCLUDE SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO GIVE US A RESPITE SJDKLSDS#TO SATIATE AND ALLOW US TO //SEE// THEM HAPPY EVEN IF THINGS AREN'T#idk man IDK MAN maybe this is allllll my desire to just see them healed and together again too#i just Froth and want them to smile and giggle and embrace and kiss okay#AND I FEAR THE NIGH INEVITABLE PAIN THAT'S WAITING FOR US HSDJKLS
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hey hey you if your reading this I hope you find the guy who fits you
now I’ve never been big on soulmates but I do believe some people just click
I Hope you find the guy who is there on your sad and broken nights
I Hope you find the guy who you can rant about your special interests to
I Hope you find the guy who you can do nothing at all with
I Hope you find the guy who will go on your dream date
I Hope you find the guy who fits you like the most comfortable hoodie you’ll ever own
and if you found them already I hope your days are beautiful and long and any problems you may have be resolved by good communication and compromise
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I want to get fucked by a hot girl but also I want that hot girl to hold my hand and take me out to coffee 🥺
#wlw#lesbian#wlw ramble#wlw love#wlw positivity#wlw pride#wlw yearning#this is a wlw post#wlw blog#sapphic
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husband nanami kento who takes off your high heels for you, carries you to the couch and sits you cozily — your legs on his lap and his hands on your feet carefully rubbing and massaging them all while you tell him about your day
#— ai rambles#he’s one of a kind#and i am truly yearning for him as we speak#his hands are magical jeez i’m still possessed by last nights dream#guys it feels to me like we rly spent time together im going insane#@kento
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I think it'd be fun to imagine a solarpunk society where most buildings come with a greenhouse, whether its attached or a separate but nearby structure, and people take great pride in their greenhouses' looks and vibe.
Like imagine personalizing your/your family's greenhouse, and visiting your friends' greenhouses. How you use it in different seasons, what you have growing in it, the spaces dedicated to hanging out.
Imagine you go to a friend's house and they have a greenhouse with green and yellow panels interspersed, light shining through the glass and onto a nice warm floor on a spring day. There's a rug and some pillows tucked into the corner with a small table, so you can sit or pull up a chair to enjoy snacks or just hang out.
You go to another friend's. Their greenhouse is dedicated to output, with dwarf citrus trees and strawberries and peppers and tomatoes and herbs growing in neat little pots on the tables. Some of them will be planted in the beds outside, some will be given to friends, some will live their whole lives within the glass walls and be perfectly happy. Sometimes your friend opens the panels, and the greenhouse comes to life with all kinds of butterflies and bees stopping by to visit.
There's a nice greenhouse by the library, which has a few fragrant herbs and tea plants growing inside, but is mostly a cozy space. A nice table and a few chairs are inside, for students who like to use the space to study or hang out together. There's one great big chair that's nestled in the perfect spot to read in the warm sunlight, or to listen to the sound of gentle rains tapping against the glass in summer. In fall and winter, they keep a healthy supply of warm hot cocoa and coffee for visitors to enjoy, but in the summer you're more likely to find fresh lemonade.
You know someone who uses their greenhouse as more of a gathering place, its perfect for parties. Plenty of tables and chairs, string lights along the walls so get-togethers can last well into the night. The various panels in pink, orange, and yellow make the room feel magical as light filters through.
Some families turn their greenhouses over to the kids quite early, and it quickly becomes a place full of toys, tiny seedlings of their favorite flowers in colorful pots, a few study books tucked away in a study corner. Or a popular hangout spot for them and their friends to post up with snacks after school.
A few couples may grow a few plants, but keep the area mostly clear--perfect for times where they just want to turn on a small radio, and slowdance with one another well into the night.
And your greenhouse? You can use it however you'd like after all, make it your own.
#solarpunk#worldbuilding inspo#greenhouses#ani rambles#i cannot emphasize enough I am YEARNING#last night i was yearning for romance tonight I am yearning for greenhouses AND romance BUT I DIGRESS#'Putting a spin on until i found you' by egg is doing things to me#i was supposed to be rewriting 2 of my 'colorful greenhouse panels' posts for cohost and instead im just yearning
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