#me from the rear

[empressofmankind]

Buggy insists on calling my poor girl carnival-candy themed pet names. She HATES that (and says so). He does it anyway, because her glances like thrown knives probably do it for him. And, like, he's got the emotional maturity of a 12-year-old, so he's absolutely pestering her because he likes her. We're all back in kindergarten, apparently. If she had pigtails, I am sure he'd pull em.

So, I think it's only fair if she starts mispronouncing his name intentionally, the way Luffy does accidentally, with the exact same energy in which he uses the pet names. As payback & to get a rise out of him.

I feel like him and his draconian temper are going to lose this battle.

[meirimerens]

youtube shorts is just tiktok without being on the app the amount of "i'm a [qualification] and [misinformation]" could make one turn their skin inside-out in protest. "i'm a board-certified OB-GYN & it's only been about the last hundred years that women have actually experienced menopause. We didn't live long enough to experience it" how can you be so incredibly wrong about something so integral to your practice. King of the Hittites Hattusilis III was told in 1250 BCE that his sister was too old to reproduce at age 50+. Aristotle wrote in the 4th century BCE that women stopped menstruating between ages 40 to 50, common menopause ages today still. i cannot begin to tell you how 4th century & 1250 BCE don't really count as "the last hundred years" unless that -s is doing a lot of heavy lifting. waiter waiter more misinformation laws.

[theborzoiarebackintown]

Was feeling nostalgic and found these pictures of Charlie from before I got him. 8 weeks and 16 months! A handsome lad!

[skyward-floored]

It’s kind of weird I’m so awkward about admitting I’m a writer, especially since my sister is literally taking a college-equivalent thing to learn how to write and become an author basically. but also maybe it’s not that weird since I just write fanfiction and she’s actually working on an honest to goodness novel

[punmster]

being ace means i don't get giggly or horny about omegaverse aka abo but instead become painfully obsessed with details in anatomy and world building

[cecoeur]

Kind of a little bit 🤏🏼 repulsed by the yacht. Like private jet I guess I can rationalize (gross). weekly plane travel for the job…it serves a need and is probably economical for him in the long run. But a yacht serves no purpose but to be a massive lawn ornament. It is solely a status symbol and a physical reminder of obscene and frankly unnecessary wealth. Sure, it’s his money and he earned it so he can spend it how he wants. Doesn’t change that it’s ostentatious as hell.

[geoledgy]

Looking for a low-tech car without fancy touchscreens in 2020s probably feels like looking for a car without seatbelts in the 1980s

[ruthlesslistener]

Ngl something that really pisses me off about the way that Tumblr deals with mental health is the fact that there's this seeming disconnect between trying to be inclusive of mental/personality disorders without acknowledging the grotesque, uncomfortable nature of some of them (OCD intrusive thoughts, for example, esp. if they're POCD) and the fact that others are, in fact, the root cause for a lot of actual abuse

Like, I've been hearing a lot from my mom about how my dad is a narcissist and an abuser bc of it (she's only just now realizing how awful he is after starting therapy, and her therapist is who told her what I've been trying for years), but I'm uncomfortable talking about that because as soon as I rant on it on my own damn blog, people will jump at my throat to snarl at me about how narissistic abuse isn't real or w/ever. Hell, even hearing my mom TALK about her experiences in that light makes me feel nervous/uncomfortable bc I knew if she said that shit on here she'd get piled with hate asks for her not using the 'correct' language, even though she basically flat-out admitted that the only reason me or my siblings existed was through coercion/marital rape when she was drinking. That shit's been haunting me ever since she said it bc I genuinely did not know that it was that bad (though I should have, bc he used to be very phsyically abusive to us before my brother was born), but I knew if I said anything about my discomfort for it til now that people would get mad at me for calling my dad a narcissist, even though that is the root of his behavior and this is my own damn blog for posting these sorts of thoughts/musings. Like, cool! Here's my mom gushing to me about how grateful she is that I'm the reason she figured out she needed help, and I'm sitting here feeling some kind of fucked-up queasy fear-guilt bc she's using wording that would get her cancelled on tumblr even as it contextualizes 30+ years of abuse in a manner that is accurate, easily digestible, and assisting her in getting aid. That's not helpful. But the obsession with 'proper inclusive language' over 'respectful conduct' takes priority over actual help

I don't think all people with NPD are automatically abusers, because I know myself just how easy it is to be an abusive, manipulative asshole. It's really only bc I grew up detesting my father so much that I'm not a piece of shit, honestly. People should be judged based on how they treat the people around them, not how they actually feel or think about it. But at the same time, saying narcissistic abuse doesn't exist is just plain falsehood. No personality disorder is automatically abusive, but many of them are the source of very particular abuses, and claiming otherwise is not helpful to the people trying to be better than their brain, nor to the people who got harmed by those who never bothered to try

[sleepanonymous]

When you left I walked into the ocean. Not to drown but to be held by something reluctant to let go.

[yesloulou]

helloooooo do you have that video of max and daniel playing a sport (i forgot what) and then one of the people they’re playing with asks if they can swap teammates with each other and max gets all defensive 😭 i’ve been going crazy trying to find it. thank you! 🤍

xx why would you mention this im so fragile rn i can't even 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[broadwaydivastournament]

Happy Opening to Death Becomes Her and Happy First Preview to Audra Gypsy

It's a busy night for Manhattan's gayest populations as our loyalties are put to the test in this embarrassment of Diva riches. Death Becomes Her, starring Megan Hilty and Jennifer Simard will open tonight at the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre on 46th. Two blocks south, eschewing any invited dress, Audra McDonald will open previews for the very first seated audience in Broadway's sixth production of the landmark show that is Gypsy.

There are still a few Death Becomes Her opening night rear mezzanine tickets open to the public for the low-low prices of $59-$69. Or, if you have disposable income and didn't jump on the more "reasonable" first preview tickets to Gypsy months ago, they've just released a few house seats for the high-high prices of $176 (back row mezzanine) - $521 (prime orchestra).

[askfallenroyalty]

Not that I needed a NEW project to work on but... Here's my Underfell take. Let's see where this goes.

[neonbodyache]

so so excited for the fresh start that is october. im gonna try harder this time. im gonna do better this time ☆

if you’re like me (someone who often obsesses over the apathy of time, specifically the way it’s ever moving forward whether you want it to or not) it’s okay to latch onto the idea of beginning again, it’s okay to allow yourself the simple miracle of approaching the world anew, just because you can

[glowstone23b]

Making you look at him. Rotating in my head.

Anyways, here's Flint post-Overworld with some of his kiddos because he deserves the happiness :) Idk if he'd have any biological kids tbh, but it doesn't really matter because he loves them all the same! A couple of things about him are nebulous to me, family being one of them.

Left piglet would be closer to warped forest coloration for youngins, and the right more for the wastes. It varies pretty wildly by bastion and colony, as a lot of piglins tend to mingle between bastions in their horde, but generally piglets are striped and colored like that of their home terrain. The baby colors typically wear off when they get a bit older, somewhere around 6-8 years old, when they're growing in their adult teeth and tusks. I feel like baby piglins would be 'piglets' and then turn to 'piglings' before they mature into full-grown piglins (like our difference between newborn & child).

[elephantbitterhead]

Absolutely demented image from a trend-forecasting company -- although I will admit to being modestly intrigued by the twisted center-back belt loop (not its blue tacking, though).

[urlocallesbiabs-nsfw-sideblog]

keep fantasizing about a scenario where i get to gently forcefem a cute femboy...

what if there's a sweet cis boy who likes to lean into his natural femininity and not conform to gender expectations, who has soft hair he doesn't cut often and big, brown, doe eyes, who's a bit chubby and a bit curvy as a result, who likes to wear spinny sun-skirts and frilly shirts, cat ears and thigh-high stockings, real lavenderboy darling. and he's into me, he thinks i'm cute and fun and hot, he'd love to get it on; but i turn him down gently — i'm a lesbian. his body is pretty, but i'm not into boys in my bed: i want a partner whom i can call my princess, my baby, my kitten. he's dejected — not pushy, just really pathetic — and i take pity on him. i tell him we can try, but only if i get to treat him like a girl the whole time, and if he promises to be nice and submissive. i can tell the idea is doing something for him, the way his pretty eyes light up when he says yes. they say yes, my pretty girlthing for the night.

i take them home, push them onto the bed, hitch their short skirt up — they're particularly shameless today, little slut in their tiny little skirt, out on display for everyone, but for use only by me — and i find cute panties under it. then i strip off their crop top, and find a bralette gently hugging their flat, tender chest. i tease them about being feminine down to their bones, to their lingerie — were they hoping a cute girl would notice and compliment them on it? it does look nice on them, by the way. they blush at my words, and then blush even harder when i undress myself and they see me wearing plain boxer shorts and no bra, my tits hanging freely. i ask them, isn't it cute how they're even more feminine than me? aren't they my sweet little femme pet? they nod enthusiastically, wordless and aroused and eager to submit. then i take off their stockings, because i want all of them naked and open to me, and i see that their legs are shaven smooth. they already look like a girl, i coo, they're adorable, they're so hot. they get me all riled up with their shy expressions and sharp sighs, with how they hide their face and shiver, i can't keep myself from having them, from devouring them.

i free them from their lingerie and touch them. i kiss them and make them moan, make them take my fingers in their mouth and suck on that, call them a good girl, watch them squirm, watch them get hard and wet. i won't touch them there though, not yet, i like to play with my food. i flick at their nipples, i pinch, make them whine; i tell them how sensitive their chest is — are they on estrogen, maybe? they shake their head no. do they want to be? they just shut their eyes closed and whine harder. it's alright, they're already such a pretty kitten for me, so soft, so responsive. they don't have to think about what they do or do not want — they can let all thoughts go, i'll take care of them, i'll make them feel good. i kiss their neck, leave hickeys there to mark them mine, to hear their sweet, pathetic sounds. i kiss their mouth, push my tongue down their throat until they choke, then praise them for doing so good. i touch their nipples and make them suck on mine, call them my babygirl, so eager to help me, to please me. by the time i get to rubbing between their legs, they're dripping wet and twitching, desperate to unravel for me. i tell them how beautiful their girlcock is, how slick they are, how cutely they buck their hips and blush for me and moan for me; i mount them, and guide them inside me. they cry out, twitch harder, get all adorable and helpless under me. i try to ride them, but they keep jerking their hips, they can't lie still, their breath is all broken and their expression is almost pained from all the stimulation, i can see they're dying for release. i tell them they can do it, they've been such a good girl for me, they're allowed, they're so obedient and deserve a reward, they can cum inside me — and they do, and they moan so loudly, they cry and tremble as i help them ride it out until they're limp and empty.

then i cuddle them, pet their hair, kiss their forehead, tell them they were great and adorable and i loved all of it. i ask them if they liked it, and they say yes, slow and fucked out, a little sleepy. i ask again if it was nice to finally have lesbian sex with another girl, and she says yes louder, hugs me tighter, buries her face. i ask her if she liked being a girl, my girl, and she cries, and i let her find comfort between my tits as i stroke her back.

next week, she wants to do it again, and of course i let her — but on one new condition: she needs to let me do her first estradiol shot. if we keep this up, the rules have to change, okay? she agrees so easily, almost like this is what she wanted all along. we do it again, and again, and again, like she's addicted to whatever i do to her; gradually, her skin gets softer and her breasts fuller, her nipples even more sensitive, and every time she cums her sperm is more and more watery, but her orgasms are more and more intense. she stops cutting her hair at all, starts going by a new name, starts calling herself my girlfriend. nearly every time we have sex, she kisses me and thanks me for fixing her, for shaping her to my needs. i say i'll do anything for my good girl, and fuck her until she forgets who she was before she turned into my sweet femme fucktoy, my beautiful girl.