#does it hurt

[vegafan69]

giving tattoos to reverie audios characters ! ❦

︎cyril ¡! dove's initials on his ankles :3 gage ¡! a lolipop on his ring finger, i can also see silly cartoon-ish drawings on him lmao ellis ¡! a diamond or gem's favorite crystal on their shoulder (somewhere near the collarbone teehee), and some sort of abstract drawings on their arm neo ¡! constellations on the wrist casey ¡! his favorite flowers on the back of his neck and across his body law ¡! nat's doodles on his arms when she used him as her canvas WAHHHH (inspired by a childhood friend) nathaniel ¡! he doesn't deserve jack shit from me, yk what- he has to pay for me to even talk to him, i won't even disinfect the area and do all those tattoo procedures fuck his pathetic ass

axel ¡! heartbeat (the thing on his audios) on his juicy waist MMMMM DEVOURS AGGRESIVELY kane ¡! some sorta thingy with very deep meaning in his language on his back (kinda took inspo from some of lewis hamilton's tattoos)

[stormofdefiance]

Venti inspires so many contradictory feelings in me. Do I wanna aww and sob over how cute and gorgeous and inspirational it is that he urges us to appreciate the wonders of nature and life and pleasure itself or do I want to watch him slowly disintegrate into a rambling, horrifically drunk mess that touches himself while sobbing over a mirror on the floor?

[krystalinareads]

I didn’t start reading again until October of this year, and since then I haven’t been able to stop.

So glad I’ve rekindled my passion for reading, even if it is mostly smut 😏

Hoping 2023 brings me lots of new books to love!

[hwoodsblog]

The way H. D. Carlton has a fkn grip on me, my fkn God

[axristes-styseis]

Did it hurt; when you tried to know everything about me, and after I start opening myself and feel more comfortable, but you couldn't stand the type of person I am, how I am thinking, what I felt , and how sensitive I was, and you wanted to know less? Did it hurt you?

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[1introvertedsage]

I love that she still smiles through her pain. I hate the fact that she does it, so no one knows how much she’s suffering.

[zanmor]

We are well beyond canary in the coalmine warning levels with the way trans people and particularly trans women are treated on this site.

Maybe you've heard the metaphor of allowing wolves and sheep to share the same space, welcoming everyone. You end up with just wolves because allowing them in that space makes it unsafe for any sheep. Or the story about how a nazi goes into a dive bar and is refused service. The bartender then explains to someone else at the bar that if you serve them once they tell their friends and before you know it you're the nazi bar they all go to and normal customers don't feel safe.

Terfs and other bigots are seeing these targeted harassment campaigns succeed against trans women and rejoicing. They see Tumblr ban them and officially stand by those decisions as endorsement for their harassment. It's a sign to bigots across the internet that Tumblr is a good place for them.

And what's more is that a lot of us probably don't realize just how much trans women contribute to Tumblr. The women banned recently were sources of site-wide memes and posts I wasn't even aware originated from them.any years old memes and references can be traced back to trans women on this site.

How many of these folks have to be removed before this is no longer a site you want to be a part of it? Sure you cultivate your own experience, but you can't follow or interact with people who aren't here. And if I wanted to interact with the nazis and terfs I'd go to reddit.

I encourage everyone to reblog this. Trans women shouldn't have to be the only ones speaking out against the bigotry they're experiencing. They shouldn't be the only ones risking their blogs being nuked by staff. We have to stand with them.

[midnight-coffee94]

No single line has ever wrecked me as hard as this one from the Good Place and I think about it constantly

[candaru]

no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I have anxiously been waiting for the day I could read this book… and I. WAS. NOT. DISAPPOINTED! Holy shit, that was such a thrilling ride.

Enzo was such a grumpy, cruel shit head, but then again Sawyer did steal his identity. It almost felt too cruel at times, but let’s just say that Enzo was extremely lucky he was pretty. And knew how to bone lol.

Sawyer’s story will sadden you and then she will annoy you, but then you’re rooting for her along with Enzo.

Also, why didn’t anyone warn me about Sylvester?! The story surrounding him was crazy and I did not see that coming at all. I was also trying to play detective with his story, but I kept getting everything wrong.

This book is so good!

Also, those shark scenes, man. IYKYK.

* What the fuck did you do, Sawyer? A fugitive on the run? I’m intrigued.

* Stick ‘n poke tattoo? Oh hell no lol

* Yes, char up the dude you know will ruin you with “just the tip” 😂 Should have walked away, Sawyer.

* “My name and God’s don’t belong in the same sentence, bella. One is holy, and the other is depraved.”

* That waterfall scene.. holy shit 👀

* What the fuck did Kev, her twin, do? I’m intrigued.

* Damnnnn. I bought this book solely for one reason and I didn’t think I’d get to it so fast. Way to nearly kill the girl you’re railing 😂 That was hot. Ngl.

* He wants to kill her, but also protect her 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Yeah, Sylvester is sketch. Whatcha doin’, old man?

* Why do I get the feeling her brother SA’d her 😬

* Oh, she definitely killed her brother.

* If that prisoner story is true, Sylvester is totally one of the prisoners and since Sawyer is the first woman he’s seen in years… he’s gonna meet Enzo’s crazy side. I’m calling it now.

* Oh god. Sylvester totally had that woman prisoner at the lighthouse and forced children upon her 🤢 That’s what those pictures were, weren’t they?

* Is this a ghost story too? What is going on and who was the girl in the ocean?

* There’s totally a prisoner in the lighthouse. That’s why Sylvester locks them up at a certain time.

* Ahhh, so I was right about the brother.

* They need to get off that island asap. Sylvester is totally a criminal and planning to keep Sawyer hostage.

* I like this protective, possessive side of Enzo. It’s hot lol

* This dude is so hot and cold.

* “Non ti odio, Sawyer. I wanted to say it was the truth when you asked if I hated you, but I couldn’t lie, so I said nothing. And every time I laid eyes on you today, all I could think was that I never really did. Choose to live, bella. Choose me.”

* Oh shit. They’ve come to terms that they like each other. And he’s convinced her to leave the lighthouse with him so he can take care of her. How will Sylvester take this? 😬

* And the old man has snapped. Fuck that dude.

* I knew that fuckwad was going to escape. Ugh.

* I’m so fucking annoyed they won’t investigate the knocking on the ceiling. It’s not a ghost! I know it’s not. It has to be someone Sylvester is keeping prisoner up there. The girl they saw on the ocean. It has to be.

* I knew it! Now, can she be trusted?

* Goddammit, Kacey.

* Holy shit. She’s gonna assume the identity of ******* 😨

* Holy fuck, their plan worked!

* Gross. Her brother really was a sick fuck! I wonder what the friend Garrett was thinking then, sending Sawyer emails to turn herself in if he knew the brother was guilty..?

* Awww. He proposed! And named a boat after her 😂

Sawyer Bennett

Enzo Vitale

[anokha-swad]

Ambient Aeon flux

[possessedramblings]

Every time my period comes around I just ask myself "how much blood did you prepare for this?!" And I'm amazed every time.

[akanemnon]

I don't like this place. It's turning everyone edgy and sad.

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[yuhi-san]

The color just makes it worse

Just a redraw of a manga panel... I'm going to reread trimax now 🕳🤸‍♀️ *cries*

[inkskinned]

what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?

i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?

a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?

in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.

girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.

there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.

for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.

something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.

is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.

most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."

a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.