#Is there even a point to this blog then idk

[pseudophan]

this is probably a silly question but should the submitted recipes be totally original? most of what i cook comes from pre-existing recipes but idk if that’s not like personal enough for the project lol

no that's fine! i know a lot of people are doing family recipes or cultural dishes or even their own creations and that's a lovely personal touch i'm very excited about, but it's definitely not a criteria

i do want to include a little blurb from the person who submitted each recipe though, in true annoying recipe blog get-to-the-point style, so if you want to add a more personal touch you can use that to say why you like the dish/where you got the recipe/when you usually make it etc

[spacedoutfakeboy]

alrighty, i’m reblogging this with some important additions cause some of y’all can’t be bothered to fucking read, or like. idk learn basic tumblr/internet etiquette.

1. please, for the love of fuck, READ MY PINNED POST before interacting with me!! at the very least read my hard limits and don’t try to push them, because you will be blocked immediately. i don’t care if everything prior to that was a positive interaction, if you can’t have the decency to read a few sentences/paragraphs to ensure that you don’t violate my boundaries, i will not interact with you.

2. this blog does not reflect any of my actual beliefs and i don’t condone any of the content you see here in real life, especially things that are non-consensual like CNC, fauxcest, misgendering, orientation play, etc.

also on that note, the main reason i have this blog is to cope with dysphoria and other mental health issues that are largely in part due to transphobia and discrimination that i’ve had to deal with. especially with what’s going on in my country right now, cause things are already getting worse after the election and i’m scared as fuck so this is one way i cope with that.

if you’re actually transphobic, homophobic, sexist, etc. IRL, do yourself a favor and block me. at this point i’m about ready to restrict my DMs to only other trans people, cause with some of you i’m having trouble telling when some of the shit you say is just for play or not.

3. i have not, am not, and never will even consider detransitioning in real life. i am a proud queer, transgender man who has been on HRT for over two years, and I also eventually plan to have top surgery when the time comes that I can afford it. I’m not going to change my body, wear feminine clothing, or otherwise physically change myself to please anyone, especially not strangers on the internet. there’s a lot of fucked up, kinky shit that i’ll do but that’s not one of them.

i know this was long, but i’m not apologizing for it cause i’m honestly fed up by now. be a decent human being or get blocked.

-M

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER before we get to the fun stuff: this blog is for fantasy purposes only and i will not always be active as i do need to take occasional breaks from this kink for my mental health. IRL i am a proud transgender man and fully believe that trans people are the gender they say they are, deserve basic human rights and respect, etc.

additionally, i do not actually condone any nonconsensual actions, r*pe, incest, etc. in real life and i only engage with that kind of content for kink purposes.

other boundaries include that i will send pictures but will NOT send video/audio or participate in video calls. unless we talk for a while and i get genuinely comfortable with you i probably won’t give you any of my other socials so please don’t ask for them. i also don’t give out my actual deadname, you can call me the name i use on this blog and that’s it.

HARD LIMITS include: piss/scat, vomit, other bodily fluids aside from breast milk, spit & cum, face slapping, severe injury/gore, death, ANYTHING involving actual kids or animals, etc.

alrighty, now that that’s out of the way, time for the fun stuff😵‍💫😋

hi, i’m mila, i’m 22 yrs old and a fakeboy who loves showing off for real men and lesbians who need a good little slut to break in. i love when ppl dm me and demand pictures, give me commands, etc. i’ve had a blog like this before but it got nuked and then i was busy with irl things so i’m only just now coming back to it.

there are very few kinks i’m not into (see my hard limits listed above) so feel free to do/say your worst🥴🥵

[shirareblogs]

Finding out that tagged reblogs don't show up in tag searches on tumblr

Which I guess makes sense but like

The entire point of this blog was to boost art I like a little, which makes that... wow, really frustrating...

looking at the bajillion posts I have in the queue for this blog that are tagged like :|

[solarpunkani]

"Oh no, someone's attracted to the aesthetics of my -punk movement but doesn't know the praxis and history behind it like I do--"

OK. Tell them. Make it a teaching moment. Everyone who's in your movement learned the background from somewhere at some point, maybe this is that point for that person. Give them a jumping off point that they can dive into later.

"Oh but I shouldn't be responsible for teaching baby -punks about the history and the how-tos and--"

OK. Then don't tell them. You don't have to be responsible for teaching people with a budding interest in your group the ins and outs and how-tos. That's fair and valid! It can be a lot of work. Someone else will handle it

"But I'm annoyed that they would try to claim to be part of/be interested in my community without knowing all the details that I know after being in it for months/years/decades, they're dumb, they're posers, they're--"

OK. Then don't engage with them, if it's that bad. Maybe someone else will come around and tell them the history, maybe they'll pick it up on their own, maybe they'll just enjoy the fashion elements for awhile.

"But they shouldn't claim to be part of the -punk community if they don't know the--"

I feel like we have a few options here. People can either talk to them, share the history, share the values, share the praxis. Or they can just chase off anyone who even thinks about dipping a toe in their community, and then wonder why it's dying off later down the line.

I dunno, maybe I'm too naive and patient or whatever. But if people are entering your -punk spaces without knowing The Rundown of what you feel they need to know, maybe being nice about it and informing people instead of immediately assuming stupidity and malicious intent could help you make a new friend. Even the loudest voices in a space had to learn from somewhere, and not everyone has the luxury of being in the space as the History was Happening--whether it's an age thing or a not being aware of the space thing. Or maybe I just don't see what the big deal is behind people hating people who like the aesthetic of something and don't know the behind the scenes history about it yet.

Because I believe in the word 'yet.' No one comes into this world knowing everything about everything, and we're all constantly learning new things. I'm not gonna degrade someone and call them a poser for not knowing what I know. Because if it were me, interested in a scene but getting chased out and called a poser? I wouldn't hit the books and study up, I'd go 'that fuckin sucks, those people sucked' and then avoid anyone and anything having to do with it.

So chase people off and call them posers if you want. But if your community starts dwindling, don't be fucking shocked.

[dailyloopdeloop]

human loop at a really peaceful picnic with siffrin and the party

DAY 50: family gathering

[3liza]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOO

[noturbutchboy]

Every time I m being clingy I realise that I m being clingy which makes me wanna disappear from the face of earth but I end being more clingy it’s a never ending cycle

[realbeefman]

everytime i rewatch one day, one room i expect house to disclose some sort of SA trauma and every time i am shocked when that isn't what happens

[waterfallofspace]

don't know how to format this post so welcome to waterfall is craving things and she doesn't know if it's more h-rny or lonely so enjoy a little snippet of what is playing on loop in my mind~

Person A: tshhieew!

Person B: Bless you, poor little thing~

Person A: I'm- eshh'iew! tschh- kngt'shhew! I'm not little!

Person B: Even if you aren't, your sneezes sure are~

Person A, blushing: No they're- eh'tnshiew! aeshh'iee!

Person B, with a smirk: What a poor, sneezy little thing~

[mortiflyer]

Are people actually saying carlos lost because nadal announced hes retiring girl get over it omg 😓

[forwhump]

a/n; as per usual : sorry I’m posting & also WHAT THE HELL TO EVERYBODY THAT HAS BEEN SO SO SO NICE TO ME ABOUT MY LITTLE GUYS 😭😭😭 bffs forever no take backs

& in honour of being bff’s have another point thing >:) as a treat

tw/cw: dehumanization, rape, noncon, transphobia, misgendering, captivity, kidnapping, psychological torture, sexual violence, grievous bodily harm, skinning

creepy whumper, living weapon whumpee, kinda implied violence against animals but “the dog” is actually a man

That fuckin’ dog massacres ten of Point’s men before he puts enough bullets in its brain that it finally stops moving.

Ten.

He stands amongst carnage, the ruin of his men smeared across the floors and walls of the unit. The dog is dead at his feet, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’ll be back, ‘cause it always comes back. It’ll be taken to see the fuckin’ Pet Sematary poindexters and they’ll bring their precious sack of shit back to life.

Point’s men will all remain dead. The dog kills ten people, Point’s people, innocent people, and it doesn’t even get put down, not really. Point’s men work guard detail, they’ve never killed anybody, and they don’t get a second chance. They’re all just dead.

He lifts his head slowly, looking at the insubordinate super freaks through red mist. How fuckin’ spoiled. How fuckin’ ungrateful. Looking at him now, eyes wide with terror. What a fuckin’ joke. They saved these people, each of them. Sincerely. The girl’s brother was a crackhead, for fucks sake, and now he’s got all his teeth. What does he have to complain about? The dog was pieced together with scraps from death row. Maybe that’s where they went wrong with it. Maybe the meat was always rotten.

He takes a breath through his nose and it smells like a butcher shop. He looks slowly at the girl and he can barely look at her. He’ll make her cry, but he thinks she’s gonna be face down while he does it. “I told you,” he says slowly, “to keep that thing on a shorter leash.”

She isn’t looking at him, but at the carcass of her dog. It’s disgusting, her fuckin’ fetish for that thing. It’s a fuckin’ dog, and even then, just barely. “You’ll pay for what it’s done,” he says.

She lifts her head slowly. “Darren,” she breathes, and he can’t help the disgusted noise he makes. He’d only told her his name because in the moment, he’d wanted to hear her say it. She abuses the right, and she’ll be punished for that, too.

He looks away, back down at the dog, but instead, he’s looking at hardwood.

“Darren,” she repeats, and her voice is weird. Her accent is wrong.

“What?” He says, and lifts his head, and he’s looking at his wife.

She smiles down at him, hands folded under the prominent swell of her stomach. He’d completely forgotten she was even pregnant. He’d been under for a lot of months this time.

“Still waking up a little bit?” She teases. He’s sitting on the couch in his living room, in his home above ground, sunlight filtering in through the windows. The world always feels way too bright for the first few days.

“I guess so,” he says.

She laughs, pushing his hair back as she presses a kiss to the top of his head. “I think we should start talking names when you’re a little more awake,” she says. “Just in case you’re not here for the birth.”

“I will be,” Darren says. He adds, anyway, “I’ve always liked the name Wren.”

“Wren?” She repeats, and tilts her head thoughtfully. “That’s so cute. How’d you think of Wren?”

He forces himself to smile at her. “You don’t think I can come up with cute names?”

She laughs again. “I just didn’t expect your one suggestion to be such a knockout,” she says. “Wren might be a strong contender.”

His smile is a little less unnatural this time. “Good.”

The girl chokes out a sob, and Point grins a little wider. “You’re doing so good,” he coos softly. “You’re being such a good girl for me.”

She tries to turn her head and he grabs her by the jaw. “You look at me when I fuck you,” he tells her. She sobs again. It makes him smile, and he smiles until he lifts his head to look at her dog. There isn’t much left of it, but it’s still snarling. Spirited, that thing. “You,” he tells it. “Look at me, too, when I fuck her.”

The dog tries to lunge and a meat hook rips a huge chunk of flesh out of his left side. The dog howls, and the girl sobs so hard Point can feel it in every nerve ending in his body. He groans. He can’t help it.

“Please,” she sobs. She presses her bound hands into his chest and the gentle touch, the unusually nonviolent touch makes him groan again. “Please. You’re hurting him.”

“He’s hurting himself,” Point says. “I have no hand in that.”

“Please,” she sobs.

Her dog is feral. How is that any fault of Point’s?

It had been stored in this room for a long time, out of the way, out of Point’s hair, where it wasn’t a danger to anybody. The girl had been missing it, and Point had been paying it visits, so he knows it missed her, too.

He thought it might be nice for it to see her again. He was doing them both a service, really.

It’s pulled most of the meat out of its left side and it’s skinned nearly everything else in its desperation to get free. It’s a big dog, strong, feral and bloodthirsty, and even down here, even alone, they didn’t trust it. It had been held to its place against the wall with meat hooks, with steel cables woven through the gaps between its bones. It pulls, it breaks bone, it peels skin away from muscle and meat and away from bone but they’d be so careful with it. It mutilates itself but it does not get free. It will bleed to death before it does. They’d been careful to make sure of that.

He watches it bleed all over the place, and then he looks down at the girl, at the mess she’s become beneath him, flush with crying, pleated skirt pushed up around her waist. She’s fuckin’ unreal, this girl, and he shouldn’t even have to fight that thing for her. What kinda hot girl fucks dogs? Point always finds himself falling for the crazies.

He looks at her dog again. He can see through its rib cage on its left side. “Sit,” he commands, and whistles it through his teeth. “Down, boy. Be a good dog and watch how good your girl takes my cock.”

Its lip curls back from its teeth and it might paint a frightful picture if it weren’t hardly more than howling, twitching meat. “You’re a fuckin’ freak,” it snarls, and he might as well have doused Point in lighter fluid for how immediately Point is consumed in smouldering, white hot rage.

“The talking fuckin’ dog thinks I’m a freak?” He spits, and the girl cries out from beneath him. “Shut up,” he hisses at her.

“Please,” she tries again, but now he’s not happy. If this girl had a fatal flaw, it would be her stupid, sack of shit mutt, that’s for sure.

“Shut up,” he snaps, and leans his weight on one forearm so he can crack his fist into her wet face.

He puts too much weight into it, and her head hits the concrete beneath her too hard. She goes limp, and that’s not what he wanted at all. “Fuckin’ whore,” he snaps.

The dog roars and Point doesn’t look at it.

He pulls out of the girl just long enough to turn her onto her stomach. He pulls her hips up and her skirt down and lifts his head to look at the dog as he pushes back inside her. Its desperate, howling sounds are starting to get really wet. It shreds more of its flesh.

“Get the fuck away from him,” it snarls, and Point still isn’t happy, but he grins.

“What are you gonna do, big guy?” He asks. “Bleed?”

The muscles of its chest are almost all visible, and the way they move as it pants is kind of a turn off. He has to look back down at the girl, only ever this well behaved when she’s unconscious.

“I’m not gonna kill you,” the dog tells him, low and rough. “But you’re gonna wish I had.”

“Is that what you think,” Point asks, “tough guy?”

He lifts his head, looking up at the nurse, her eyes crinkled above her pink surgical mask as she lowers his newborn son into his arms. He’s bundled in a blue blanket and a little blue beanie, stitched with the name of the hospital in white. He looks like any other baby Darren’s ever seen, small and unexceptional.

“Congratulations,” the nurse says, and he smiles like he’s supposed to. “He’s beautiful.”

“That’s because he looks like his mother,” he says, and her eyes crinkle again.

“C’mere,” his wife says, weak with birth. He turns to her and her arms are outstretched from the bed. “Let me see my baby.”

“I’m right here,” he says, and she laughs softly.

“C’mere, baby.” She pats the spot next to her, and he settles at her side, their youngest son cradled in his arms. She leans into him, cheek against his arm as she peers down at the baby. Darren doesn’t really know what there is to see; it’s not their first baby, and he looks the same as all the other ones. His wife kisses his arm before she coos down at him like he’s something special, reaching out to hold a tiny foot through a pale blue blanket. “Hi,” she coos to him softly. “Hi, my baby.”

“We make some beautiful babies,” he says, even if they don’t, not especially. “Don’t we?”

“The most beautiful,” she agrees, looking up at him slowly, and she leans up to kiss him before she leans back down to kiss her son. “Right?” She coos to him. “Aren’t you the most beautiful baby in the whole world?”

Point, exhaling softly, says, “fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

The girl looks up at him from his bunk with wide, wet eyes. She’s wearing this little satin slip he’d stolen from his wife ‘cause he thought it would look better on her and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He was right.

She has this wide eyed, dazed look to her she always gets when his men were particularly unkind to her. Her mouth is swollen and there’s come tracked down the insides of her thighs, smeared across the dark sheets. She looks holy. She’s the most beautiful thing Point’s ever seen.

“Please,” she says, her voice rough with crying, probably with screaming, too. “Please, I want —“

“I don’t give a shit what you want, cowgirl,” Point tells her, pulling his belt free.

She tries to cower away from him, but there’s nowhere she can go. “Please,” she says, quick and breathless. “Please,” and she sobs. “I’m —“

“I don’t give a shit, cowgirl,” he repeats. “What do you think this is?”

The rise and fall of her chest is enchanting. She’d had her tits surgically removed, for whatever reason, but she’d never been able to fill out the Barbie doll curve of her waist and the way the satin pools in it now makes Point’s mouth water.

“Please,” she tries again, and he doesn’t look into her face but at her stomach, slightly concave, now, beneath the shimmery material. She’s starving again, and something’s gonna have to be done about that soon. It’s hard to keep her fed — if she doesn’t refuse to eat, she doesn’t keep it down.

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells her again, because he can’t really help it.

“Dad,” his son says.

Darren looks down at him, standing in the grass in their obnoxious front yard. This one’s the second oldest, but he doesn’t know how old that is. He can’t tell how old kids are. Somewhere between two and eighteen, probably. This one looks the most like him so Darren likes him the best.

“Yeah?”

The kid is playing with the hem of his shirt, peering up at him from a face framed with Darren’s hair. It’s a beautiful day. The sun is too bright. “Do you have to go back to work soon?”

Darren crouches in front of him slowly, heaving a sigh. He pushes the kid’s hair back from his face. “Yeah, buddy,” he says. “Couple more days.”

“And you’re gonna be gone for a long time?” He asks.

He nods, doing something with his mouth that he thinks looks regretful. “Yeah, buddy,” he says again. “When I go to work, I go to a really secret place really, really far underground. It’s really hard to get there and it’s really hard to come back, so that’s why when I go, I go for a long time.”

“I don’t like when you go for a long time,” he admits.

“I’ll always come back,” Darren tells him.

“What do you do at work?” His son asks. It’s not the first time he’s asked.

“I told you,” he answers, “I do all kinds of things. I work for the government.”

“Can I come to work with you one day?”

“Maybe one day,” he says as he stands.

He looks down at the bleeding mess of the dog at his feet. This stupid, belligerent mutt. This ugly, worthless sack of shit.

“You’re a waste of the skin we made you with,” Point spits.

It’s flat on its back and when it coughs up blood, it almost drowns in it. Point watches closely and revels in its pain.

It had killed six more of his men. Six. His numbers are dwindling and Point doesn’t think he’s ever hated anything as much as he hates this fuckin’ thing.

It bleeds at his feet. Both of its arms had been nearly severed at different points, but still, it lifts a trembling hand from a dark pool of blood, and raises its middle finger.

Point can’t believe the fuckin’ nerve of this thing.

“Once you’re dead,” he says, “I’m gonna carve you open, and I’m gonna fuck your girl in your carcass. I hope this was worth it.”

And he empties his gun into the dog’s face.

[moonchild-in-blue]

*ahem*

I'm

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack

💙🌙🌷🍊🦋💫🥺🍓🌧️🐸💖🌈🍷🌝☔🌊

Hello hello hello hi hello I'm here I'm back no longer on timeout helloooooooo 🥹💃🤸‍♀️

I've missed you all sooooo much muwah muwah how is everyone doing babes??

I'm gonna be going through my tags and stuff today so bear with me. Let me know if I've missed anything important or funny or silly or whatever. Or idk, say hi if you wanna 🥺👉👈

IN THE MEANTIME, I have at last gone through my ask box! There was a lot! Wow, am I bad at this!! At least you'll get plenty of doodles from me (most of them are sky/moon pictures because of course they are).

I don't want to spam you all babes, so I have scheduled them to be posted* throughout this week starting tomorrow 💙 queue will also be back on tomorrow

* (there are about 2 or 3 or so that I will be hoarding for a little longer, but with all of this done, I can at last spend a little extra focus on them 🥹 if there's anything I missed I apologise 🩷)

NOW, I have quite a few drafts I made during these past 2 weeks. They are weird and cringe and highly specific. I'm gonna post them all today / tomorrow because I don't want to deal with them any longer. Sorry but also not sorry 😌✌️

I'm giving them a "Timeout Drafts" tag so you know these don't necessarily reflect my mood for today (most likely they do - i stand by my opinions lmaoo).

Uhhhhhhhh and that's that I guess? Happy Halloween and all! 🎃🍂🍁 Today is hot as balls (damn heatwave), and I'm not having a wonderful time (also on my mensies 🥺) but hey. At least it's for a short time, I'm very looking forward to hoa hoa hoa weather.

Hmmmm what else, what else. I changed my blog a little, it looks cute! My ukulele arrived and SONGS are being LEARNT (learned? meh).

Hmmm, I catched up on a lot of shows. I've already posted my reviews on TUA S4 (🤢🥴💔💀🥲) and KAOS (🥹💖😚🥰❤️‍🔥) (i am indeed re-watching it), but I also finished Emily In Paris (LOVE the Italian guy, second part was much better than the 1st), and FINALLY watched S2 of Fleabag (oh my GOD YOU GUYS!!! I AM IN SHAMBLES!!! WOAH!!! PAIN AND AGONY!!! 🥺💔).

Uhhhhhhhhhh I think that's it. I need to cut my hair and bangs. Hope everyone has been eating good and drinking water and missing me a lot 😤🫵

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🌲🌳🌲_🍄_🐇🦫_🧃🥪🧁🍇_🐿️🦔🐁_🍄_🌲🌳🌲

🌱 forest friends having a delicious picnic 🌱

[mysticalcats]

ok fellas this post is really different from my other stuff so i'm putting it under the cut for people who don't care and also because i'm slightly embarrassed

ok so. is it unusual for a girl to want to have a deep voice and a flat chest and a more square face and also feel slightly jealous of men and want to sound like them and look like them

and also is it unusual to want to be all that, but also simultaneously not be very bothered very much by how you look right now or by being referred to with she/her except for sometimes when you think about it too much. because i usually don't think about it except for sometimes where i suddenly just get really sad about being a girl or i'll always have this faint feeling that i am just unhappy about it

and also is it unusual to try to ignore it and go about your life being unbothered by it even though deep down it does kinda bother you but you can't really. like. say anything to anyone because your family won't react well and neither will your friends because they'll think it's weird and uncomfortable. i feel afraid to ever feel this way because i know the people in my life won't react well to it

so like. genuine question please lmk wtf is goin on because i'm unsure if it's normal and i've felt like this for a long time and it's confusing me and i don't even know what i'm going to do with the information once i know i'm just sort of lost LMAO

[silkjade]

i haven’t been here much recently, and i’m sorry i’ve only been negative on the off chance i’ve been online, but let me just say one last piece before the end of this month, so that maybe the next might be better….

[web-novel-polls]

I know this is the gay sex website, but I do wish more people fucked with more web novels with no (or almost no) romance on here.

[monstersmashorpass]

SMASH OR PASS: Loveland Frogman from Ohio

[Art credit: Tim Bertelink]

Please reblog for greater sample size, as per usual!