#i am!!! so fucking busy!!!!!!!!!
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they should invent a coworker that doesn't instill you with violent rage
#.txt#vent.txt#my coworker came to my desk while i was highkey sniffling and crying because it's been a shit day#and he was like hey :) i have an IT issue#and im like. um. ok. i am. openly this close to crying but ok#so i go and try to fix it and wouldnt you know it#hes playing the fuckingn two mouse prank on me#and i was like#dont talk to me. just#if one more person comes to me with a bullshit IT issue that they could solve by looking it the fuck up#i am going to eat both of my hands#i am not an IT specialist!!!!!! i have!!!!! my own job!!!!!!!!!!!#stop playing practical jokes with my time!!!!!!!!!#i am!!! so fucking busy!!!!!!!!!#what the fuck!!!!!!!!
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This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?
At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.
I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.
#politics#i don't know much about são paulo banning marketing billboards but on paper i want that here in the USA#as a motorist it at best just makes me more anxious driving in those larger cities because i want to FOCUS ON THE ROAD#and passing 5000 billboards per mile isn't helping actually!#i've gotten good at filtering that out of my FOV but it's still fucking exhausting lol#i especially hate those modern electric billboards. despise them actually#i am aware that advertising is a critical aspect to business management in some cases...#...but it shouldn't risk the safety of the populous for you to advertise to them and i see things like billboards as risking safety...#...i feel similarly about online advertising in that so much of it risks internet user's safety...#...such as flashing ads online which risk triggering epileptic seizures in light/photo-sensitive folks#distracted driving (texting): NO >:( || distracted driving (being advertised to): YAYYYY :D#i've been driving on my own for a few years now and i've been thinking about this for ENTIRELY too long
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Yeah, that about sums it up.
#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#sifloop#lucabyteart#me writing some of the most basic and not-a-new-concept dialogue possible: yeag ill finish this someday. maybe.#me realising the anniversary is soon: wait. extremely on the nose conclusion-of-an-essay ass dialogue is PERFECT for an anniversary piece#anyway happy birthday you fucking video game. christ. jesus christ. what the fuck happened. why have i drwawn these fucking things so much#adrienne what do you fucking Do to Me. what the Hell. thanks . i know how to draw comics now. legit. thanks but what the hell dawg#anyway no i dont know what the posing is on this theyre just kind of crumpled together. wasnt supposed 2 b a kiss because i dont think#that that fucker gets mouth privileges but like idk go nuts man. is this during canon? postcanon? some other shit? idk. your call#the world is yourrrrr oyster (this is my way of saying im hells of busy and am going back to neglecting everyone who followed me for this#specific weirdass ship content. bye. im dyig out there.)
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I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.
Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.
Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)
#s5 Jon in his white girl era#whatever the fuck that means#I'm still not done w the archives cuz busy n stuff but Jon needs to let Martin know wtf goin on#God may work in mysterious ways but you do not have to. Communicate with your man please#my art#the magnus archives#tma fanart#tma#tma season 5#tma spoilers#jonathan sims#tma podcast#martin blackwood#tma jmart#jmart#jmart fanart#jonmartin#there's so much going on in these and I am not sorry welcome to my chaotic mind#hope y'all read the tags cuz I need to announce before I fully make my Jon character sheet that his favorite band is linkin park#it's so funny and just right#tbf linkin park goes hard I'm tired of pretending it doesnt#but come on he totally was totally an edgey prick when he was younger#and older. he hasnt changed huh#anygays he totally loves linkin park and type o negative and three days grace and green day and evanescence#georgie was a paramore girlie I just know it#wish gerry were here he and jon would jam to type o negative so much :( and jon could introduce him to this cold night :(((#ok enough byeeeee
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it's the gemaversary so leo gets to go off, as a special treat.
✩ the gemini ✩ [ start ] [ prev ] [ next ]
( next update is already available on patreon! )
#sure fuck it ill post an update#why not itll be fun hahahahaha#you know when like you wanna draw so bad but drawing is so hard and painful? gosh and golly#i am very busy and eepy but ; w ; we will still make things#rottmnt#gemini au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt#tmnt 2k18#tmnt 2018#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt donatello#rottmnt disaster twins#rottmnt leo#rottmnt au#rottmnt separated au#rottmnt comic#rottmnt fandom#rise donnie#rise donatello#rise disaster twins#fidgetwing
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of course it’s sasuke
#sasunaru#narusasu#naruto#sasuke#uzumaki naruto#uchiha sasuke#round fox baby#naruto’s boyfriend#I MEAN#WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE LOL??????#what kinda blog do u think i am#hahahaha eehehehee#wow this took days bc i was#super busy and tired from work and#my sleep schedules fucked so i dont have enrrgy at all#my art#i reiterate#yes im aware roles CAN be reversed#but i do not care#i draw this solely because i want to see#feral naruto in san clothes#i want him in the fur#i want him with the wolves ok#im perfectly aware but i chose this bc im the artist and#i draw what i want to see#p sure theres literally dozens of other#redraws that have ur own vision fit the art#but this is MY own version and i do whatever i want#go to narusasu version please and ignore this one then
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can we talk about how sir pentious was told to kill himself by vox but still decided nah I'm still gonna keep and READ stuff with his face plastered on it
#osrs.txt#also why was he just randomly reading this shit after alastor tore shit up#was he just hoping he got the chance to read it while alastor wasn't looking so he wouldn't destroy the fuck out of his guide booklet#sir pentious#hazbin sir pentious#hazbin vox#hazbin hotel vox#vox#vox hazbin#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel#I DO still want to answer asks btw I am just busy/tired
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xi hear me out. Taking Dick’s vcard like he’s super curious so he goes to you to ask for help n u r single handedly the catalyst that launches him into being a fratboy in college bc he wants to have sex that good again— so normal over this idea
and the crowd goes fucking crazy for cressie
tags: fem reader, virgin uni!dick, then... frat boy!dick lol, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, pussy sniffin’ (for 2 seconds), fuckin' n fuckin' n fuckin', this became way longer than i intended... enjoy!
"are you ready?"
both of your hands hold dick’s shoulders, your knees holding your form up, the warmth of his cock hitting your bare entrance. weary and wide blue eyes watch you, looking up to yours as he nods. "please, please, can’t wait anymore," he begins in a whine, quickly recovering and adjusting his voice to a more even one.
did you ever think that your childhood best friend who went off to uni would be ringing you the week he got home for summer break? of course.
did you expect him to timidly ask you how to fuck during that phone call? never in a million years.
see, dick grayson’s first year of university was full of studying, staying in his dorm, and acing every exam. he went to school a good boy, and wasn’t tempted by parties, clubbing, or the mere idea to get a fake id. the last thing he cared about was girls, wanting nothing more than to make the dean's list.
he was a good boy, but that only went so far. dick realized at some point or another (specifically, when wally had a video called him telling about this girl he was fucking, dick was just slightly jealous) he had to lose his virginity. he wasn’t thirsty for pussy. he knew how to get himself off, but when measuring if he should hookup with a random from campus or you, the answer came easy.
a week into his summer break and he’d brought takeout to your place, the house he’d grown up going to. and when all was said and done, and you’d led him with a hand to your room, his cock was already hard in his pants.
but you didn’t rush, you taught him a woman’s pleasure before you’d decided to ride him. you helped him prepare yourself, his fingers exploring what was your entrance. calloused fingers rubbing and catching the feel of your most sensitive parts, memorizing the face you made when he experimentally curled his fingers. measuring how much pleasure stimulation on your clit gave you. and, as any good boy would, did exactly what elicited moans from you with his fingers alone.
and when you’d felt yourself ready, you decided riding him was the safest option. allowing him time to get adjusted to your hole and finding a slow pace that would make the both of you comfortable.
sinking down onto his length, you watched the way his eyes closed, black waves falling back as his neck fell backward. you felt so much better than his fist.
"ya-ya alright?" you ask, inching down until the man’s full length sits tightly inside of you, checking in with the man before you. and he nods, hands finding the fat of your hips as he begins attempting to lift you.
"p-please, jesus christ, need you to fuckin’ move," he moans, eyes meeting yours once more. without a single thrust, without a full ‘fuck’ yet, dick found himself pussy drunk over you.
the feeling of your sweetness surrounding him was something he could get a high off of, addiction setting in. but when you helped him lift your ass off of his thighs, he moaned your name and it was as sweet as honey the way it hit your ears.
"be nice," you fake-warn with a laugh, finding a small rhythm to fuck his length to, not missing the way dick’s eyes roam your body. from the way your tits bounced with every thrust, your lips that remained parted and the whines you executed, and the way your thighs spread atop his every time you brought yourself down.
dick thanked himself that he asked you to take his virginity. his sweet best friend fucking him like it was her job… could he find himself in a better situation?
the answer was easily yes. because, though dick grayson was a strong man, happy trail littering a strong abdomen and biceps and triceps that flexed every time he brought you down onto his cock, he was still a virgin.
so, when a loud and porn-worthy moan fell between his lips and you felt his cock twitch deep inside of you, you couldn’t blame the man.
red flushed his cheeks as he looked up to you, who found rest against his thighs, hands once more finding place on his shoulders. "fuck, sorry, you’re just… have thought about fucking you since forever," he wasn’t lying, and you slipped a hand to cradle his face.
"hey, you lasted longer than my ex," you remind with a laugh, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, allowing him to come down from his high comfortably.
and every other booty call he gave you that summer was followed by apologies, the food he grabbed from a takeout restaurant, and a mind-blowing fuck.
so, it was only instinct that when he found himself on campus again, he had to find a replacement for you. though, hard, because nobody was you, he was more encouraged to go out. finding himself at a different frat party every other friday, finding a new girl to take to his apartment.
even with his imagination running wild, eyes closed as he attempted to imagine that every pussy was yours. that every ass was yours when he groped it. that every girl was you, he failed every time. nobody fucked him like you did, but that didn’t discourage him.
at the end of the day… he still liked fucking.
and with every frat party in his sophomore year of college, came with ideas of recruitment. flyers filled with infographics thrown at him and greek letters surrounding him.
wally liked his frat, talks of brotherhood and free booze. he wore his letters with pride, and it seemed that every house on campus wanted dick.
for good reason, too. who doesn’t want a tall, ripped, smart stud in their frat? can you imagine the bitches dick pulls from that alone?
and even when he gained his greek letters, found a new girl to fuck every day of the weekend, and consumed enough alcohol to grow his tolerance double from the time he entered his university, thanksgiving break comes around… and it comes around fast.
"hey," dick grayson, new recruit from his frat, says as he’s headed home for the week-long break. a few quick hours and he’s headed into the hometown you'd both grown up in.
"hey, dick," you say from the other line, sitting in your bed, already home for the time being.
"you free anytime this week? ‘m headed home now, will probably be there in the next hour," he says, and you notice a change in his voice. the man who was your best friend had a suaveness in his tone. a sultry seductiveness that you’d never heard leave his lips in all ten years of knowing him.
it’s hard to deny the fact that it made you want him to come to your house before he had the chance to drop his bags off, but... you weren't desperate.
"yeah, i’ve got a few free days," you reply and dick chuckles on the other line.
"hm, doin’ anything tonight?"
dick grayson, home for the holidays with a trunk full of comfortable winter clothes and coats, wasn’t a fucking animal. he went to his house, unloaded his trunk, and grabbed a bite to eat. greeted his adoptive father while a chunk of steak made its way down his throat and he stumbled to slide a pair of easy shoes on.
but, he also wasn’t going to deprive himself of you when he could only imagine you in your bed on the phone with him. when he visualized the way your legs looked in pajama shorts that he’d plan to slide to the side, a tank top that your nipples would poke out of.
oh god, in the few months away, he had matured; took him work to get hard. but when it came to you? the second you opened the door, his hands were holding you in all the places you’d missed him (after seeing your car was the only one in the driveway, of course).
"missed you," he breathed out in your mouth. mint mixed with some chocolate protein shake was all you could taste on his tongue. his mouth moved against yours skillfully, lips moving in a sloppy yet patterned way that had his tongue lapping up every taste of your saliva like a hungry dog.
you laugh, hands wrapping around his neck, pushing scruffy curls out of the way. longer hair than he usually sported, but fuck, did he make it look good. "missed me? or missed fucking me?" you correct, dick’s lips still pressed to yours as one hand knots itself in the back of your hair, his other hand following his brain waves.
the door? no, you deserved more than to be fucked against the hardwood of a fucking door. the couch? he debated falling to his knees while you stood leaning against the wall behind you, tongue salivating at the thought of tasting your sweetness again.
oh, your taste.
his legs made their mind up for him, quads spreading underneath black joggers as his knees hit the ground a little too rough. if you weren’t in a daze of him you’d cringe at the sound of him hitting the floor beneath him. instead, wide eyes looked down at him, finally taking a full look at the man.
maybe you were reminiscent of the first time you were with the man. when you were the one held by your knees as he stared at you with wide eyes. but, there was nothing curious nor naive held in his current gaze. his gaze that, even while on the lower level that his knees brought him, made you feel like prey to a wolf.
wavy and shiny black hair fell just short of his shoulders, some sort of a mullet that suited him in a way you couldn’t explain. the three greek letters of his newfound frat stitched into the navy crewneck that held a ring around his neck. adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the almost embarrassing build-up of saliva in his mouth.
"not here," you warn.
"yes here."
"dick, come to my fuckin-" you’re cut off by him leaning forward, nose hitting the spot where your own thighs met. skimpy shorts and underwear covering what he wanted most. and like a dog in damned heat, dick takes a long and deep smell of your womanhood, one that makes your hand fly to his hair and a groan leave the depths of his throat.
"are you fucking with me?" and dick chuckles. "you have no idea how much i missed your fuckin’ pussy. fucked a lot of girls this semester and none come close to you."
the sentence makes you cringe. if the man below you was attempting a seduction technique, he was failing miserably. "i don’t wanna hear about your other girlfriends when you have your face in me," another chuckle.
"want me to tell you what i think about when i jerk off?"
another cringe.
"no, you fucking freak," you groan while pulling at the hem of your shorts. dick is quick to help you, fingertips dipping under your underwear in the same movement, allowing them to fall in a pool around your ankles.
"think about fuckin' this pretty pussy," he starts, index finger finding your slit and collecting the wetness on it. "i think about being in this pussy, i think about licking you up and fucking all my cum in you," with every word his lips come closer.
with a lick of his upper lip, a rough hand falls underneath your thigh. guiding you to rest your leg over his shoulder, thick muscle holding you up as you let him maneuver your body. any means to get him to shut the fuck up.
his nose brushes against your womanhood, another deep inhale. "you got me whipped," dick laughs, moving forward while he sticks his tongue out. laying it flat while his fingers help to spread the lips of your entrance. and as soon as he sees the way you instinctively move the muscles that control your entrance, he just knows he has a wet patch of pre leaking from his cockhead.
"shut up," you say, words flowing easily until you inhale sharply when the flat of his tongue falls on your clit. it's hard to hold yourself up, and given the circumstances, you can only be half thankful that the man below you has graced you with muscles that held your partially standing form.
dick grayson, your childhood best friend who-just a few months ago had asked you to take his virginity-was clearly no longer a virgin. without knowing much other than what he's explicitly told you since he's walked inside your home, he has become a womanizer of sorts. a womanizer whose sweet spot was none other than you. because none of the girls he fucked were woman in the way you were.
your eyes peer down, and you're unsure if you're enjoying dick's tongue to the extent that he's giving you himself right now. his blue eyes closed and throat groaning as his mouth moves in ways that have your knees buckling and mouth falling agape. "h-holy fuck," you moan, and dick finds approval in that, palms gripping your soft flesh until one moves to begin playing with your entrance.
no consideration for teasing as the wetness of your core has his cock twitch in his joggers. he needs you, and he doesn't care if it's more than you do him.
though, based on the slick that's dripping from your pussy down his calloused fingers, it's hard to differentiate.
"missed me too, huh?" he asks, lips moving and humming against your sensitive clit, middle and ring finger gliding their way into your entrance with ease. "c'mon... tell me you think about me too," dick groans, too eager to allow you time to adjust to the lengths of his digits filling your hole. instead, finding a pace while he kisses your clit, eyes looking up and meeting yours.
"fuck... yeah, i think 'bout you," you begin, a hand finding his dark waves and tightening into a fist while the other attempts to hold yourself up against the painted wall you supported yourself against. "always think about how pretty ya looked," you moan with a small laugh, and dick meets your laugh, though his fingers never halt.
a small glint of appreciation can be read across his face as he admires yours. admires the hair that's beginning to stick to your face and your lips that are slowly swelling from the pressure of your teeth biting down on them.
"'m not gonna look pretty tonight," he says, the pace of his fingers slowing as he finds a scissoring motion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. with the help of his head, you straighten yourself once again, regaining composure as you repeat the words he said in your head.
"huh?" you question, and dick smirks something wicked.
"you took the reigns last time, 'm gonna fuck you all up tonight."
and dick grayson, no longer a virgin, no longer a pussy-less nerd, proved himself by staking claim on yours. because, even though he claimed he wouldn't look pretty for you tonight, the way he did when you rode him and introduced him to the world of sex, with sweat dripping off his forehead and onto yours, cum filling your pussy, and fucking you in every position he could think of, he looked ethereal.
dick grayson did as he said he'd do. he fucked you up for the rest of the break. he had you calling him for late-night dick appointments and had you slobbering on his cock just the way he had intended you to. dick had corrupted you in a way you'd never been before; finding yourself sitting and waiting for his call when summer would eventually roll through.
#also i am sooo sorry ive been gone asf... have been soooo unbearably busy#THANK YOU CRESSIE!!!#this was so fucking fun to write like... this idea?#jesus!!!#i need to PUSSY WHIP THAT MAN!!!!#dick grayson smut#dick grayson#dick grayson x you#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson x female!reader#nightwing smut#nightwing x you#nightwing x reader#nightwing
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my store is open for the winter! buy your queer friends some stickers and art for the holidays, and support a queer artist.
store link here!
#store#small business#my art#linocut#printmaking#printmaker#queer artist#queer art#trans artist#trans art#dont have anything new for the store bc i am so fucking busy. lmao#i’m hoping to get a few more prints up#thank u guys for buying my things <3#yeehaws
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apologies to all of you who know me personally and congratulations to all of you who do not. i am quickly spiraling back into degrees of lewdity hell and i fear this time it may be terminal.
#i maxed out dancing right away this time (like literally over the first weekend) and it was game changing#i am seducing middle aged business owners like never before#also trying to get whitney as a love interest but that bitch is just so fucking hard to find#what do you MEAN i can only find them once on the roof during lunch and that's it#and the rest of the time we just have to absolutely beat the shit out of each other#whitney i need your itinerary three weeks ago PLS#personal#anon ask
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hilarious that with each new day that passes a new bit of dirt from JD Vance's past gets discovered and plastered over the internet...it's almost as if this is why presidential campaigns have always announced their running mates well before the convention...so that if glaring issues with a candidate came to light quickly there would be time to replace them on the ticket before they were officially locked in...it's almost as if certain things in political campaigns were done for a reason, donald...because the very same critical failures had happened before...but no i'm sure you and your guys attempt to recreate a fantasy version of history while ignoring all the reasons that history was a disaster will work this time...because you are built different and the 10000th time trying fascism will work like a charm...
#us politics#politics tw#i view the MAGA movement like this:#the conservatives have been desperately trying to jam a square peg into a round hole for a very long time#and they keep trying because one of these times its GOT to work! a very long time ago they heard the hole was more squarelike#so if they just TRY hard enough it will work!#failing to understand that the hole has become weathered and changed over time and the solution they are trying#will never work (if it ever did)#and then donald trump comes along and looks at the square peg#lobs one of the corners off and proclaims 'this is a triangle! THIS will work! I am so smart!'#and everyone around him is like 'whoa! this guy gets it! he's a genius and understands the problem! he's our savior!'#ignoring the fact that the peg is not a fucking triangle. it's just a deformed square now#so its still not going to work. and even if it WAS a triangle it still wouldn't work because THE HOLE IS ROUND.#it's the same damn peg but it looks a little different so everyone thinks its a genius solution that is DEFINITELY going to work#so they're all excited! they're FINALLY going to prove those idiots trying different types of oval pegs wrong!#they were right all along and it just took donald trump to see it! thank goodness he came along!#but that's just it-- he WAS just COMING ALONG. he was just walking by and saw an opportunity. he never spent time trying to make pegs#all he did was saw a crowd and took a chance to break an already failing peg even further#but because the people were desperate and it was different enough it seemed revolutionary#and now some of the conservatives--who can still see that the 'triangle' peg isnt a triangle are starting to look around#and see that elsewhere there have been some who have forced a triangle into the center of the round hole#and these people think well what if we ACTUALLY tried a real triangle?#and it does not matter to them in the slightest that it will never be the true solution to filling the hole#they just want credit for solving the problem#and so they are going to back donald trump and when the time is right put a real triangle in his hand#while the people trying ovals are busy arguing over the right type of oval#and once the triangle has been jammed into that hole...well...#it is going to be really really hard to force out#anyway thats a long and complicated metaphor and i probably should have just put it in its own post aaaaaahgh#long story short dont be a fascist triangle alright
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I just KNOW Jonathan had the hottest gossip at Hawkins High because people forgot he was there
#they're just running their mouths right next to him#because he's so fucking quiet they don't notice#he knows all about Tiffany's dad's affair because he was minding his own business in English#i mean doesn't Tommy call him lurch at some point or am i misremembering that?#i also KNOW that when miss Nancy thinks she has SCOOP he's like oh you didn't know#stranger things#jonathan byers
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Seb comes to Fernando's bedside to cheer him up! (aka resolving my turmoil over there being no vettonso moments yesterday)(long gif!!!)
+ what if Fernando hadn't been out sick!
#oh my god what the fuck have i made 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#this is my magnum opus.....#i love these projects where i keep going back and forth btwn#I CANT FINISH THIS to IM GONNA FINISH THIS SO HADD#and i DID finish it. at 5 am. sick.#im oddly proud of this despite how fucking stupid it is 😭😭#its so hilarious to me 😭😭😭😭#ty to suzuki as always for contributing by being my fellow freak <3#i love how i been able to finish anything lately cause I've been busy and stressed#like i keep putting off stuff just to work on this for four hours straight#I NEEDED IT TO BE RELEVANT#also its up to you to decide if seb is actually wearing that or if its fernando's fever dream#WAAAUGHHHHHHH IM STILL SO SAD THERES NO PICS OF THEM#sry i am actually delirious rn oh my god#WHY DIDNT THEY MEEETTTTTTTTTT AAAAGGHHHHH :(((#f1#formula 1#sebastian vettel#fernando alonso#vettonso#2024 brazilian gp#catie.art.#normal things that catie normally makes in a normal fashion
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But who is saying this tho? Lol. I haven't seen a post like this in the transandrophobia tag and I catch up on it regularly. Like what wide spread talk is saying that there is anyone who is only transphobic to trans men?
Last I checked most of there are saying "transphobes are transphobic to everyone" which is very different of a sentence and idea.
I think you made this up to be mad tbh. And that's sad. Hope you stop being s lying tar pit who blocks anyone who asks for proof of said talk.
#if u rb fite club on my dash thats an auto block lol#get the fuck outta here with these takes#g speaks#transandrophobia#transphobia#his shit takes strike again#will add an image id but if someone else can eatlier than me feel free!!#i am just rlly busy and probably shouldn't even be taking the time to make this post so i gotta do the id in a bit
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Honestly, my only KinnPorsche the Series headcanon I will not budge on no matter what is that VegasPete is a demiromantic (Vegas) for demisexual (Pete) couple but they don't learn this until five years post-canon where Vegas, with a glass of wine, is going full drunk uncle ranting and raving about how bullshit romance is (not Pete though, Pete is different) until a too sober Porchay pulls out his phone and shoves the demiromantic definition in his face.
The rest of the month is absolute chaos at the compound as Tankhun, Kinn, and Macau rethink their entire lives with Vegas with the sudden lens Vegas had no idea what the fuck were talking about whenever they talked about romance. Meanwhile, Kim is going through a whole crisis because what do you mean that is a thing which sends the compound into a whole other round of chaos.
Now, you may think Pete would have a crisis about being demisexual, but honestly Pete is just happy there is something about him with an actual term and definition that is not a mental illness nor disorder.
#kinn: so all the time you were fucking my bed partners and romantic partners behind my back you never actually cared for them#vegas: i was supposed to?#tankhun: what did you think romance was?#vegas: i thought it was a weird variation of a business investment! i didnt realize a ring meant something!#pete: at least this explains why you haven't proposed to me#is this a fic i am writing? maybe#vegaspete#kinnporsche the series
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The thing is Billy’s unpredictable.
He claims it’s just a symptom of his ADHD, he’s a naturally jittery guy.
Steve may not be going to Harvard anytime soon but he’s pretty sure ADHD isn’t the cause of what Steve means.
It’s like Steve never quite knows where they stand.
Some days Billy loves him to the stars and back again. Some days Billy doesn’t acknowledge him at all.
It’s not like they’re together. Like Billy’s his boyfriend or anything. And of course, Steve has a vague idea of the storm brewing behind closed doors. There’s not a person in Hawkins who doesn’t have their story about Neil Hargrove.
He knows all of that but facts can’t exactly ease heartache.
So Steve takes what he can get.
He takes to gripping to Billy in a feverish heat, passion and fear woven into kisses.
Like he’s scared Billy might slip away.
It’s still a shock on July 4th 1985 when he actually does.
Life feels like a haze after that. Robin offers him tips for grief, he starts talking to Carol in earnest again.
None of it fills the emptiness. Not really.
1986 dumps itself on Steve’s doorstep unceremoniously and with it, more demons, more heartbreak.
It’s his first time actually in the Upside Down and he’s already nearly been torn apart.
It’s horrible, stinks of rot.
Well, almost all of it.
A shadow lurks in the darkness.
About 5’10. Muscular. Carrying a machete.
It almost looks like
“BILLY?”
Those are the last words Steve manages to get out before arms wrap around him and pull him into the dark.
Ok, so Billy’s alive. Well, alive might be a stretch but he’s certainly not dead.
And the way he’s staring at Steve………it almost looks like love.
It’s probably not smart to bring maybe-a-zombie not-quite-a-boyfriend to the real world but Billy can’t exactly cause more mayhem then Dart did.
What’s the worst that could happen?
@shieldofiron @oopsiedaisiesbaby @robthegoodfellow @thatgirlwithasquid @harringroveobsessed I am apparently physically incapable of not writing more monster Billy whoops
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#harringrove ficlet#I am so fucking busy but the boys call to me#angst#but like#not forever angst#ohhhhhh what’s Billy#who could say
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