#iNNOCENCE + eXPERIENCE

[uncanny-tranny]

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them

[crossistent]

[robotsandjunk]

TF Ones great because I now have the option to make Soundwave and Starscream cougars

[evermorepeyton]

100k views in 7 hours in the same day in which there was discourse about shipping phan being Wrong.

i’m so sorry to say, but the shipping is paying the bills

[mishiami]

the silly kind of crush you develop on the only other person your age with the nice smile and the soft voice

[vanityangel]

leave him alone?? he is literally a baby???

[medusa-fem]

Not all trans women are innocent bystanders to the patriarchy

My trans girlfriend from highschool used to complain that I didn't want to sleep with her because "I didn't see her as a real woman". This was a coercion tactic, used against me as a traumatized female who simply did not want to have sex often.

Another trans woman I knew adamantly defended lolicon, stating that "they aren't real kids". Of course I later found out she got off to "legal loli"

Same trans woman as before adamantly defended the movie cuties. Did not give two shits about the exploitation of young girls. Even said that bullying maps online was wrong because "pedophiles need support to not act on their urges"

I have also had a run in with a male who clearly did not even care to be a woman, simply called himself one as a sissy to get a pass to get closer to female people. Absolute fucking freak. Abusive towards a younger female coworker using sexist slurs, kept touching me when I explicitly said to stop and said I lead him on after getting kicked out of my home, even used his fake label to try to get head from a trans woman he had known for 3 days who showed no interest.

I knew a trans woman who kept dating people younger than her. Saw a freshly 18 trans girl as a 23 year old. Consistently talked about how immature she was, which makes it clear to me she knew the power dynamic.

I had a trans woman I was hanging out with get permission from the other trans woman in the room to strip down to nothing, but did not ask me if I was comfortable with it. Then asked me if I wanted to see her botched circumcision scar. (I had only met her twice prior).

I had a trans woman use love bombing to manipulate me into jumping into a relationship with her. Once I realized how manipulative and mentally unwell she was I was going to break up with her. As soon as she figured out she drove to my house drunk to "get her things". She screamed at me and kept balling up her fist like she was going to punch me while I sobbed. I texted all of my nearby friends that if I didn't text them by x time the next day to call the cops, because I thought she was going to assault me.

I know of a trans woman in the area who was a friend of a trans man for about 6 months. He described them as something close to platonic soul mates. She raped him when he was too intoxicated to speak.

I knew a trans woman who would fully strip at any given opportunity while hanging out with a group of friends. Everyone was uncomfortable.

An abusive "friend" of mine from highschool began labeling himself nonbinary to sleep with traumatized trans men and nonbinary afab people who did not want to date men. He didn't do anything but use the label. He falsely accused me of rape because I began telling people about his abuse. He made comments about trying to get a trans male partner pregnant to trap him. Last I heard of him he was trying to sleep with my trans man friend, being extremely coercive, while I had to tell him to get the fuck out of there so he wouldn't get raped.

This isn't even all of it. I know some radfems who do not associate at all with the trans community may not realize it, but this is common place for trans men and nonbinary afabs. I have faced so much at the hands of trans women who were not held accountable for their behavior because no one wanted to hurt the reputation of trans women as a whole.

The concerns about bathrooms don't strike a cord because the trans community doesn't see it happen, that is actually rare. Please use the stories of the regular victims of trans women's actions, because these are stories I hope the lgbt community can take seriously. I'm not saying trans women as a whole are "men" or "just faking it", I'm saying they need to be held accountable just like other male individuals who harm female people.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

[add1ctedt0you]

Sucker for pain

That's for all the writers who look at jiang cheng and decide to put him through other unimaginable woes. <3 As if his life wasn't rough enough lol.

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Drawing of Lou Jitsu and Draxum from ROTTMNT. Lou Jitsu sits on the floor in a cage and Draxum leans over him, looking excited as he asks "Can I use your DNA for numerous illicit and probably dangerous genetic experiments?" Lou Jitsu responds "Eh, sure". End I.D.]

How it would have gone if Draxum hadn't mentioned the whole 'making super soldiers' thing probably

[eemoo1o-animoo]

Oh, neato, some panel parallels! (Ch.6 & Ch.9)

[punkeropercyjackson]

'We need to get weirder about gender!!!'You guys can't even handle femme transmascs who don't wanna be called f*mboys,binary feminine trans women or fucking afab she/theys

[laughable-umbrella]

ON MY THIRD LISTEN OF TMA NOW AND I JUST PICKED UP ON THIS ABSOLUTELY DELECTABLE FORESHADOWING TO THE FINALE AAAAHAHSHDJEB

[our-arospec-experience]

is this condescending? i genuinely think aros are superior to all people. Like I feel like I'm less cool when I get in a relationship. it's like gross you're relying on someone for your satisfaction.

that's why... aros are cool. all of us. we are so superior

or is that A NORMAL NOTION

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[crowleycorvid]

Everyone is entitled to their own interps but I think ignoring the tomorrow's tea is lame

[jooba]

cheater x reader p3

“You're gone. What do I do without you?”

TW: MDNI, dubcon, handjob, blowjob, cheating, nudity, sexting, texting

wordcount: 786

Read the First Part.

and the second

It’s only been 3 days. Three days you’ve been gone and Emery feels like he’s going crazy. He misses your warm kisses and sweet hugs. You’re going to be gone the whole month but he knows that he won’t last without you that long. He knows that if something doesn’t change quick, he’ll end up quitting his job and flying to Europe to see you. But he knows in his heart it wouldn’t be enough: he’s liable to steal you away from your oh-so-precious sister’s wedding just to be with you. So he has to find a solution quick so he doesn’t ruin your trip. He’s sending a text off to the first woman he thinks of, hoping she’s the solution. She’s certainly not you, he’s aware. But her smile is just enough to soothe the ache in his chest (or more correctly, in his pants). 

“Don’t stop,” he grumbles, one hand twisted in her hair, yanking her back and forth on his cock as he likes. She’s gagging around his cock, crying and swallowing pleasantly. She’s on her knees in front of him, wearing only one of your T-shirts. The color of it almost makes her look sickly. He’s barely paying attention to her, more focused on the phone in his hand.

You’ve sent him a rather naughty photo, and he can’t help the way his dick responds. You’re completely naked, wading in a silvery pond. It looks to him like you’re in a jungle or forest of sorts, which sends his mind racing.

The woman deep-throating him seems to feel this change, and suddenly becomes much more enthusiastic. He falls back onto the bed completely, releasing her hair, letting out a groan. He can’t stop looking at the photo you sent, wishing he was there with you. You send another photo. This one is a close up of your tits, half in the water; nipples just barely visible. The bottom of your jaw and chin is visible, and you are wearing the cheekiest little grin. His grip on the phone tightens, but he can’t tear his eyes away. He barely even notices as the mouth on his cock pulls is replaced with gentle hands

“Miss you, miss you, miss you!” he mumbles, jerking as the woman works his length, fingers squeezing the base at random intervals. As he cums, he closes his eyes, pretending you were there with him. He breathes heavily for a long time, just thinking about you.

“Hey, are you okay?” 

He startles up, nearly smacking into the concerned woman who was hovering over him. She has a downtrodden expression on her face, and for a moment, Emery feels guilty. He hops off of the bed, grimacing at the feelings burrowing into his chest. 

“Yeah, just thinking…” 

“About (Name)?” She says your name with such familiarity that he is reminded that this woman and you are actually friends. He wonders, not for the first time, if he should have chosen a woman that didn’t know you, in case something were to go wrong. But it just so happens that this woman was not only convenient, she sometimes reminds him of you: with her warm smiles and understanding nature. After a few moments of him not responding, she speaks up once more. 

“I know I said it before, but I still don’t understand why you two split so suddenly… The two of you seemed so happy…” 

He wants to rolls his eyes but barely refrains. He thinks she’s incredibly stupid, for falling for such a lie and allowing him to use her like this.

‘Don’t you have to work today?” And just like that she dashing around the room, throwing on clothes and straightening herself out. 

“Oh my god! I almost forgot! I’m going to be late!” He watches her lazily, not bothering to help. Fully dressed and things gathered in her arms, she rushes to the door.

“The shirt,” he calls out suddenly. She looks back at him, confused and flustered.

“That’s not your shirt,” he says lowly, doing his best not to glare at her. He only let her borrow your shirt due to missing you: he certainly wasn’t going to let her leave with it. 

The woman smiles, unbothered, not noticing his dark tone. 

“Oh, I’m sorry! Ah, just a moment.” He’s almost impressed at how quickly she takes the t-shirt off and replaces it. She tosses it at his head playfully and sings a goodbye, whisking out of his apartment. 

Emery is quiet for a long time, just holding your shirt close to his chest. 

It doesn’t smell like you.