#i’m high asf

[puppgirl]

This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted omg

[highathanamothafucka]

Hey hey. I’m gay gay. And we’re coming live to ya, tonite at 6:24 special. ( I lied. Itz actually 7:24, 24/7)

Imma tell y’all, i got top surgereh consult on decemba eighth. this is what ive been been waiting for, for forever. gettin top surgery is the thing ive wanted, literally from the day I learned i was gonna get boobs. course, i didnt realize that was a thing, i just knew that i did not want boobs, no matter what. i even had night mares about waking up one day with a huge pair of boobs. in those night mares, i felt so disgusted, horrified, and embarrassed that i just kinda decided to hide forever. I couldnt stand the thought of people seein me like that. when the nightmares became real, about 2 years later, when i was 10, i was in complete denial. I was just pretendin it wasnt happenin, so thats what i did. i didnt let them grow. i just said “chest im not gonna let you go on. You need to stop and just get rid of that bit you gave me.” And that did it! It stopped my boobs from growing! yeah, it didnt. but i sure as hell told myself it did. when my mom told me we need to go shopping for training bras, i pretend we didnt. We didnt go to walmart, we didnt look look at training bras, she didn’t go into the fitting room with me and see my chest while i tried them on. We didnt take some training bras up front and buy them. And we didnt go home with them and put them in my room. none of that happened, or so i said. but denial doesn’t work like that. it doesnt make happen, whatever you think should happen. what it does is convince you that what is actually happening, isnt actually happening. so i didnt wear those dumb training bras that summer. i felt gross, and subconsciously knew i should have been wearing them. but i didnt wear them, because i couldnt admit that what was happening was real.

once 5th grade started, i started wearing the training bras. i didnt have enough denial to overcome the embarrassment of my peers seeing me with out a bra. and it felt more uncomfortable than anything has ever felt for me before. but it made those horrid growing boobs seem smaller, by rounding them out, instead of them being a bit pokier.

And there wasn’t anything else I could have done. I continued wear bras, because as long as I got the right bras, the ones that lightly compressed or just kinda loosely held them so they moved around less instead of the ones that push up or have underwire, then it made them smaller than without one. I was so embarrassed that i would even wear them to bed so no one saw me with out a bra on underneath my shirt. I’d usually take in off once i was alone in my room, in my bed, in the dark. and every day, right after my mom woke me up, that was the first thing i put on. eventually, i stopped wearing them to bed. the discomfort i felt from wearing bras was too much.

when i learned what binders are, i did try wearing them. unfortunately, with my asthma, i could barely wear them. it sadly made it too hard for me to breathe. despite that, over the years i still tried a bunch of different binders. ive bought at least 25 different binders in only 2 years.

but back when I learned what binders were, i learned about being trans. thats when i knew, deep down, that something was wrong. despite that, it took me many more years to actually figure out that im trans. 

but to make a long story short, i figured things out, and now I’ve got my consult in only 4 days. Its what ive always wanted. And before i know it, it will have happened. And I can’t fucking wait!

[lithiumrenaissance]

bigotry and accountability go hand in hand, but not in the way they are usually discussed. bigotry is a crutch in which even the most progressive privileged people use to correct and control the marginalized. and their own marginalization does not matter, because they will fall back onto upholding the status quo and we see this in forms of media all around us, we see this on twitter hate mobs, we see this even in nature.

when the black woman is held accountable the phantom of misogynoir is in the room, when the transman is held accountable transmisandry is in the room, and there is often not a place to call out those forms of bigotry because they’re stripped from their identities. people have made it acceptable to be bigoted towards marginalized individuals they dislike or hold contempt for and that’s not the case.

and we see this with dream and his community, we see this when they wield homophobia, misogyny, and other violent manifestations of bigoted behavior against us. from ableism to racism, they wield bigotries in order to keep us “under control” and to sway us away from dream because they can’t fathom our freedoms. they can’t fathom that we don’t think like them, that we aren’t the model minority they want us to be, that we aren’t a part of some monolith that speaks for all trans people or all queer people, and that there is space for individuals to exist freely within their “sacred communities”.

[mhrsb]

we made it <3

[sa4phire]

y do i feel like

hella people on here know me but i don’t know them

i feel eyes and i feel creeped.

[fr0gheart]

there are people who hate the taste of water because it has a taste and people who love it because it has a taste

[erenyeagerswhore]

you such a GOAT fr😫

goth and nerdy mikasa w/ a baddie yn just simply in love wit a slight spicy scene😋😋

y’all must’ve known I’ve been itching to write about my baby again! bc I’ve actually had this in the back of my mind for a couple days.

cw: fem x fem, !black fem reader, nipple play, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, just them being simps for each other

so imagine !goth nerdy mikasa who works at a bookstore downtown..a quaint little place with a coffee shop attached to it. It was her favorite place..quiet, cozy and surrounded by literature of every variety. She’d spend her days aimlessly thumbing through books to add to her own collection and helping customers find their next big read. The girl who always wore silver plated rings on her fingers..nails painted jet black at all times. Her pretty little pixie cut underneath a unique headband every day. Dressed in the prettiest lace, corsets and pleated skirts that never had any color to them, down to the six inch Demonia boots on her feet. Her makeup always flawless and featuring a Smokey eye and red lipstick. She was breathtaking..but one day, along would come someone that brightened her world beyond comprehension. “Excuse me..do you think you could help me find something?” the voice coming from possibly the most gorgeous person she’d ever seen. In comes walking this literal goddess: a girl dressed akin to that of a Bratz doll. Her curvy frame perfectly modeling the pink mini skirt and matching top. Thirty inches of frost white platinum blonde coming down her back in perfect contrast with that pretty brown complexion. Plump lips stained with glistening gloss as well as chocolate liner and nude lipstick. It was the first time in her life that she had been completely awestruck..as anyone rarely captured her attention outside of the characters in the works she read. You explained that you were looking for something pertaining to the history of fashion for an upcoming course you were taking. She was more than thrilled to assist you and even walked around the store to help you find what it was you were searching for. Maybe it was an excuse to get close but it didn’t matter..she enjoyed every bit of that interaction. As did you, stealing glances and smiles of the goth girl with the cutest face you’d ever seen. By the time you’d go to leave, she couldn’t help but ask: “what’s your name?” being met with a sweet reply. “..(y/n) and yours?” Naturally, she replied and you couldn’t help but smirk because her name was as beautiful as she was. “Well thank you for your help, Mikasa. I’m sure I’ll be back..see you later!” And she’d patiently await that day when you did. Luckily for her, it wasn’t long before you’d not only pay her another visit but begin frequenting her workplace. Stopping in to study, grab a delicious Frappuccino from the coffee shop..any excuse to see her again. The two of you eventually and inevitably struck up a conversation, which led to a fast friendship and soon…much more. Although polar opposites in every essence of the word, you were equally smitten with one another! That infatuation soon blossomed in to the most beautiful of love stories that not even Sparks or Roberts themselves could pen down. Six months came and went since that day you first stepped foot through the door and you fell deeper and deeper each day. You’d bring her flowers or her favorite food and she’d show up to your college campus, doing the exact same. Every second you got to spend with your lady was a win. And trust, she never thought she’d fall so hard for someone yet here she was..head over heels for the little hottie that changed her life. Her cheeks burning bright red and her breath catching each time you came around.

tonight though..was for a whole other reason. As it was closing time and you had stopped by to see her. It was then that the two of you began flirting heavily; as the outfit you wore that day just looked too damn good on you and the tension became too much to bare or wait until she got home. As soon as those entrance doors locked, Mikasa snatched you up to a back room where she put you against a wall and began sliding her tongue between your jaws..the steel ball of her tongue ring thrashing around in your mouth as her fingertips made home on the seat of your panties. Rubbing on that clothed clit as you moaned out for her. “Ah-ha! Fuck!..baby..” the words spilling in a choked moan but they were music to her ears. The sweetest sound she had ever heard and she wanted to keep it going. Sliding that thin pink thong to the side, she’d slip a digit into that tightness and work it around as she pulled your little tube top down and suckled on those pretty titties. Flicking that jewelry around your cocoa colored nipples to make you shudder. “Mmm…you’re so wet right now. All this for me?” clear as day that she had caused you to whimper and fall apart so pathetically. The two of you made out as you rode her fingers to a climax. That sweet honey trickling down her knuckles until she pulled them out and let you lick them clean. You couldn’t let her go that easily and in a matter of seconds, you found yourselves lying atop a pile of discarded cushions. Her back to the floor and you on top of her as you tugged her panties down. She too was dripping like a faucet but you’d make haste in lapping it up. Bending down to flick your tongue across her breasts before making a trail down her exposed stomach until you reached that aching center and those fat, plump lips of hers rested against your mouth. If walls could talk, they’d tell about the very sexy scene that was taking place there. Two gorgeous girls licking and lapping on one another, trying to bring the other to a mind numbing climax. Glaring right into those dark eyes of hers, you’d go down, tasting and devouring her pretty pussy to your hearts content. “Mmm! (Y/N)…baby…” unaware that those sweet little moans and high pitched cries were only pushing you further. “What’s the matter, you gonna come for me?” Sucking on her aching bud and shoving the only short nail on her full set of acrylics into her tight little hole. She was losing her mind and eventually couldn’t hold back any longer. That’s when she became completely unraveled and filled your mouth with her cum. So sweet as always. You’d finish out this little impromptu session with legs intertwined, tribbing and grinding those cute little clits against each other until you both collapsed in climax. Once you came to, you’d both laugh and realized that all those months of tension had exploded into this. Even still, right there on the floor of her employer, Mikasa turned to you and kissed you once more. “I love you, (y/n).” and best believe that you felt the exact same!

[gallaghersgal]

just started s10 when tami is pregnant asf so now i’m thinking about lip with a lovey needy pregnant gf 🧸🩷 ((not edited + been awake 24hrs+))

“good morning baby,” you croon, watching lip come sleepily down the stairs. he runs a hand through soft, messy curls and waves to franny, who had started giggling the moment she saw him. you sat at the table with her while debbie was in the shower, filing out your crossword and letting franny ask you questions she had about her new baby cousin in your tummy.

“what uh-, fuck, what time is it? how long’ve you been up?” lip asks, rifling through the cabinet for a half-eaten, half-stale box of cereal. he’s tired, you can see the dark circles from across the room. you’d made the decision to let him sleep in, leaving him in the morning with a sweet kiss on his cheek before drawing the curtains and shutting the door.

you shrug, “about noon… been down here since seven. this baby sure is a gallagher, ‘cause he’s real hard headed and stubborn,” you say, playfully pointed at your baby bump.

“baby gallagher,” he mumbles, almost in awe as he pours two bowls of cereal.

you stand, one hand on your back to ease the constant weight of your pregnancy belly, and make your way over to lip. he smiles knowingly as you hold out the fruit basket to him, and takes a banana to cut up in your cheerios. just the way you like it.

he’s thoughtful in that way, knowing what you wanted, what you needed, understanding you in a way no one has before. while lost in thought you feel his arms wrap around your middle, hands resting gently on your baby bump. then, you feel your son kick right under lip’s hand. sure, there’s discomfort attached, but it’s all worth it when you look back at the sweet smile on your boyfriend’s face.

“hey buddy, how ya doin’ in there? hm?” he murmurs down toward your tummy.

“he’s been rowdy this morning,” you confess. you’d barely slept because of your son’s constant kicking. “i think he’s ready to be outta there, aren’t you little man?”

lip laughs softly at that, moving to finish slicing up the banana for your cereal. “you should’ve woke me up. i could’a helped try and get ya comfortable or somethin’,” he tells you, turning his head towards you with concerned eyes.

you just shake your head with a dismissive smile. “you needed the rest, lip. i let you sleep in.”

“hey, look at me will ya?” he says, reaching a hand out to guide your cheek. you meet his eyes, seeing him softly search your face. “you gotta rest too, mama.”

you shrug him off, but fall in at his side as grabs the milk from the fridge. “baby keeps me up, then i think about all the shit i gotta do and-“

“nuh uh, none of that, we’re in this together yeah?” he says bluntly, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“of course,” you respond with a kiss to his cheek. his skin is still warm from sleep, and you breathe in the scent of tobacco and cologne.

lip nods, satisfied. “there we go, end of discussion. you wake me up next time, you hear me?” he says playfully. he turns around to grab the shaker of cinnamon but you reach out and catch his sleeve, pulling him in so your faces are nearly touching.

“thank you,” you murmur to him, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “and i love you. so, so much.”

you can feel lip heat up at your words, but he kisses you softly instead. the two of you are so close together, the world falling silent as you lived in this brief, shared moment.

“yeah, yeah,” he murmurs, laughing softly, but after a moment his shifts into a genuine expression as he adds, “love you too mama.”

end.

[lazyraton]

I’ve been in the fandom for over a year and

😭

The first fanart was me trying to get used to the stone fruit trio(plus my celestial monke OC) designs

I did not cook 😭

But dw I do now :)

[dollsexua]

getting turned on by the fact that I know i’m turning them on but pretending I have no idea >>

[peachanonie]

- big dick soobin who has no idea how to use it </3

- big dick hyuka who’s embarrassed abt his size

- big dick beomgyu who knows EXACTLY how to use it

[heart-of-the-card]

If I ever get my hands on a time machine,

I would travel back to 2012, and I would write a 200k ianthony fic with a Rhett and link crossover with the plot being that Anthony leaves smosh, not before asking Ian to come with him but Ian, and has a bunch of resentment towards Ian and Smosh as a whole since it was supposed to be just him and Ian’s thing that in his eyes came soulless and bastardized. Some time after Anthony cuts all contact which makes Ian sad so he sends Anthony a message how he thinks he’s losing him and on the other side Anthony feels the same but they both feel like the relationship is unable to be saved. Anthony spilts off and makes a whole other brand totally separate from Smosh as a interviewer to the point that a majority of people didn’t even know his history with comedy. And defy collapses completely out of the blue so Smosh was homeless for a hot second but then they were bought by mythical and Ian’s persona becomes bummer Ian where he’s like a depressed dad. But one day they end up reconnecting because of Ian’s friend and because they grew as people, Anthony realizes the magic is still there and so become close friends again. And one day at a party Ian asks Anthony about buying smosh back because he’s been thinking about it and Anthony starts going on a 30 minute tangent about his plans for smosh and so they decide to buy smosh back and drop the news on their fans with no warning and Anthony interviews Ian on his channel and Anthony tears up multiple times and Ian says “If we burn it to the ground, I’m happy to do that with you” as they softly look at each other. And as Anthony returns they become increasingly flirty with each other, and so much so that they make a whole mv about being “submissive and breedable” 

The fic would stop at present time and stay as unfinished so I could see everyone’s reaction towards it

[luxesiren]

oddly enough i just got a thought about peter parker…you know how he was a freelance photographer, right? he makes sure that he never stops using his camera especially since he barely could afford the nice camera but every time he sees you, he thinks about how he manhandle you into different positions and take pictures of you (with your permission, of course).

he’s definitely the type to keep all your nasty pictures in a box underneath his bed to look at on the nights he misses you so much that he relies on his hand to relieve him. the picture in his hand showcases your body, all your curves showing, your thighs thicker than usual because of the position you’re in, your titties sitting perfectly in that bra he bought and, you were gorgeous. “fuck…” peter curses, hissing slightly as his hand rubs against his sensitive tip, whimpering lowly. precum leaks from his tip and onto his shaft making it easier to stroke his cock — he tosses his head back and moaned softly, his mouth agape as small gasps leave him. he looks back down at the picture and that’s it, that’s all it takes for him to cum, shooting ropes of thick cum across the picture.

he loved having your pictures in his possession, just because he likes to see your pretty face.

[boxofbonesfic]

we got an eviction notice. 🫠

[aniposting]

this is so kimharry right ????