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What more can I say?

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Reblogging for the fashion masterclass this is

i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping

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when people put "trigger warning" on their content without specifying what the trigger warning is for

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reblog if your inbox is always open for new members of the fandom who may be a little shy or intimidated. doesn’t matter whether or not you’re a “popular blog”; everyone here is equal and if you’re reading this as a new person/someone considering entering the fandom, we will not turn you away!!!! talk to us!! make friends!! i more than understand being shy but trust me this fandom is chill come join us in this hellhole

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Oh would you look at that?

The TRUTH

Fascinated by this phenomenon

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what is the POOOOIINNTTTT in turning off reblogs to a good and popular post. I wanna reblog that. it was funny. it's my god given right to reblog. that feature was meant to use from the jump so people didn't reblog your personal shit. yall are just being mean when you see a post start to resonate and then you PULL THE TABLECLOTHHHHH

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reblog if you need a hug

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*banging on the store door like a rabid karen* But you can't be closed! I need my pronouns and flags!

Yikes

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This.

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I love this so much. Stealing for my next Ekans

SNAKE ME UP (SNAKE ME UP INSIDE)

I CAN’T SNAKE UP (SNAKE ME UP INSIDE)

SNAAAAAAAAAAAAKE MEEEEEEEEE

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I wonder if they knew each other and Sam would watch Carly's channel because him and Spencer were cool and he thought it was the nice thing to do to help a child live their dreams especially since he could only live his nightmares.

Hey, you know that one character? The one played by the tall, long-haired actor? The one who was pre-law in 2005, and well on his way to going to law school and getting a degree until an unexpected family issue reared its head, and he dropped out and chose a different career path? Y’know, he’s got that complicated relationship with his father, a parent-child relationship with his only sibling, and has some strange, destructive abilities that tie in with multiple traumatic experiences with fire?

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This makes me wonder did you search the tags for yourself?

markiplier is acting his markipussy out of this show

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I notice sometimes in queer and feminist spaces the idea of "this group is generally given more leniency and privileges in wider society; it's okay for us to be critical or even a little nasty to them because anywhere else they'd be praised". and that's understandable, i think. when you have real issues with men and how men act, it's ok to express that and to mock mens behavior. cis men who are generally praised and celebrated in society should be able to take some mean jokes or criticisms and accept they're not always going to be lauded.

but since queer and feminist spaces are generally more accepting of trans people and the wider society is not, this is also projected on to trans men. "trans men are men" was an affirming statement to our validity, but that was interpreted as "since trans men are men, and men are celebrated by society, I get to be a little nasty to them because the rest of society worships men. they can take it."

but the rest of society doesn't have that same level of trans acceptance. they don't see trans men as men, they see trans men as mentally ill, broken, mutilated women. so it's absolutely aggravating when we turn to queer and feminist spaces for solidarity, we face the same reactive nastiness cis men get and are told "come on, trans men are men. you are celebrated in society. you can take it." and when we look at the rest of society there's no celebration. there's only more nastiness and cruelty. so how can we "take it" when we have no community that accepts us and treats us without mockery? we don't have the shelter of acceptance that cis men have in the status quo, and sometimes we can't find a small umbrella of acceptance in queer communities either.

to be honest, I think a lot of people view trans men as a safe punching bag to vent their frustrations with men. you can mistreat a trans man and he's probably not going to fight you back since he's already so beat down. you can feel like you put a man in his place, you can feel like you're resisting the patriarchy. but all you did was act cruel to a marginalized person. and you know if you treated a cis man like that you might be putting yourself in danger, cos he might not take it lying down and he might not care as much about your wellbeing!

trans men are men, but trans men are not cis men. cis men are lauded and celebrated in society as long as they conform to the gender roles that were placed on them at birth. and this privilege is extremely conditional and not equally spread between men of different sexualities, races, ethnicities, ability, age, etc; trans men and intersex men are thrown to the side completely. I understand needing to vent about men. trans men do it too. but a persistent attitude of resentment and cruelty towards all men, including trans men, is not activism. all you do is push marginalized men out of the only communities they belong

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DNI: If you don't like NSFW, Orcs, mosters in general, ritual sex, blood, gore. You have been warned.

You are a short, cubby but curvy human cleric who travels with Morak. A 9 foot tall behemoth of an orc. He's a bit hairy with a belly but incredibly fit. His tusks, beard, and long ornate hair gives him a certain charm. Many people think orcs are dumb, but he often uses that to his advantage. He's so smart, that you just love to hear his deep rumbling voice go into deep explainations about random things. His eyes light up whenever he explains things and that makes your heart feel full. For someone as strong as him, why would he need you to travel with him, you had thought. Turns out being an orc attracts a whole lot of unwanted attraction. After defeating a hoard of monsters, I hear a loud thud behind me, finding him collapsed.

"Morak! Gods above, you're bleeding so much." You start to heal him but all it really does it only stops some of his bleeding. You grab herbs and a healing potion and see if that helps, but it does very little. Your eyes start to water, as you watch him take shallow breaths, his kind, intelligent green eyes look into your own and cups your face with a bloody hand.

"Hey tiny, don't cry. I'd hate to see the woman I love cry before I go." His rough voice grumbles. You can't take it anymore. There has to be something you can do. You look through your pack and find an old tattered book. It reeks of old magic, but it's probably what you need. You look through it and find what you're looking for, but you have to act fast. Gathering everything and setting up you hear his voice.

"Tiny...you don't have ta keep trying."

You look back at him, openly crying now. "No I do. I have to. I love you too much to let you die. You trust me right?"

Morak grunts in response but his eyes tells you everything you need to know. You kiss him softly, his blood mingling with your tears. "I'll heal you. It just might hurt at first." You light the rest of the candles, the symbol drawn in his blood and you begin to say the words as you undo his clothing. Careful as you pull down his pants not to hurt him much.

Morak looks down at you surprised, but exhausted from his injuries. You lock eyes with him as you chant and begin to stroke him, preparing him, until he's hard. His eyes are hazy from bloodloss, pain, and lust, but you never break contact. You disrobe showing him your body as you continue to say the words and make him watch as you prepare yourself to take him, pumping as many fingers as you can inside you until you're all good at wet. Taking some of his blood you use it as a lubricant, just as the spell dictates. You take a knife and cut your hand, stroking his hard member with it, lubricating him with your own blood. Then slowly, you lower yourself onto him, he large, stretching you, and you still have to chant. You do your best to take him all the as fast as you can, but it still takes time. You continue to watch him, his eyes look comcerned, but you try to reassure him as you sink the last bit of him into you.

You move, in time with the chant working up a rhythm as the words are now coming out of your mouth on their own. You can't stop now. You watch as you begin to see his lips move, his voice mingling with yours in the chant. The more you move and fuck him the stronger his voice sounds. Your eyes locked together, you can see him becoming more aware, the light that was dimming becoming brighter and it spurs you on. You're moaning and chanting as your hear his groans of pleasure mixed with the chant, his breathing sounding better. You can see some of his wounds healing right before your eyes when he suddenly grabs your hips and starts thrusting into you, the both of you chanting, the desire and lust in your voices mixed with the complete adoration and love when you looked into each others eyes fueled your coupling. He flips you onto your back, laying you in his blood as he begins to plow into you. It's intense, and wonderful, and too much and not enough. You can barely speak but the chant still goes. You have no control over it anymore, and neither does Morak. He speeds up, thrusting erratically chasing his release, the chant moving at his pace. You clench around him, practically screaming the chant as you both cum together. Silence. There's only the sound of your breathing as he leans into you before he kisses you deeply. He holds you to sit up with him, not wanting to pull out yet, plugging you up with his seed.

"Tiny....what did you do?" His voice rough and ragged. You take a moment before replying. "I tied your life to mine. It's ancient magic, but it was all I could think of. "

"Tiny, that kind of magic is dangerous, but without it, I'd be dead. By Orc code, I have to protect you until your end of days, but seeing as how our lives are now bound together, I'd do so regardless."

You smile up at him. "We should probably clean off and get out of here."

Morak holds you in place. "I don't think so Tiny. I kind of like seeing you covered in my blood. I think I'd like to enjoy you without the fear of dying." He dips dowm to kiss you before proceeding.