#my ass is fat and i dont care

[p4nishers]

they're in love. if you even care.

[angel-mira]

[whimsycore]

my favorite thing i realized is when someone makes thier mind up about you theres no changing it. when they need other people against you its because they feel threatened. and theres no point of staying because those people are already against you because someone else is. working in a pwi i see that my experience wasnt in a vaccum they are very aggressive and rude to black women specifically in these spaces. they do not want black women in academia.

[longelk]

Thank you for helping spread End Avatar Grimora propaganda; I’m glad I’m not the only one with end!Grimora taking residence in my head

YES im happy to help my queen claim her rightful place. i enjoy being fair on polls and not blindly voting for my faves but i feel so so deep in my bones she is unequivocally one of the best characters to represent the End in any media ever. i couldnt let it slide. she is The End Of The Game for the love of god

[evilchildeyeeter]

every time i have a pe lesson i lose a tiny bit of my will to live

heads up i kinda started venting in the tags so if you dont want to put up with that just scroll <333

[termagax]

sighs. yk i dont think it was anything they were ever planning on but i do think they would at least have had a conversation like "do you ever think about getting married" and i wonder how that would go for them

[gamblersdoll]

true form! sukuna can sense when you’re ovulating or when that time is coming.

and quite frankly, he loved both of those times. just a waiting game for him, seeing how long you can remain with this whole “fuck me , my period is coming soon if you dont” charade and it makes him chuckle, because a period doesnt stop shit for him. hell, it was common in the heian era.

however, he guesses that he can be a little less rough with you on your period. the heavy flows, the meanest cramps, fat and tender breasts, you feel everything for the next five or eight days. and because he is a man, he allows you to cling to him and he doesn’t get mad at that..

youre more focused on the cramps in your uterus and ass to focus on his heart beating faster, or when he shifts from uncomfortable to comfortable.

“uruame.” he beckons, a figure then coming out from the shadows of the corner in the room. “fetch her a heating pad, now.” and they only nod, leaving as soon as they walked in.

“you didnt have to do that..” you groan out, being tucked away in his arms and he scoffs. “what?”

“are you ungrateful, woman?” he asked, eyes flickering to you and a scowl on his face. “i dont have to do shit for you.”

“.. i am grateful, ryo.” you scoff back, not in the mood nor having the strength to argue.

“okay then,” he continues to rub circles in your back, a subconscious feeling that he loved when it came to feeling depths in your bones. they were smaller than his, you were smaller than him.

just shut up and let him be a man to take care of you.

[yaoiplug]

when i bleached and toned my hair last time i kinda went too gray by accident and now i dont think I'll be able to go back to platinum again 🥹

[grox]

I do hold scorn for people in weed states I do. I really do. The way your stupid 21 year old ass can go to the weed store and buy weed. The way your stupid 21 year old ass can buy weed online not a care in the world. And you have so much to choose from. You have so much fucking gorrila cumshot big fat load of cum horse cock mega 1 billion tch % to choose from and they all got different names and when our good texan plugs come home from colorado they bring that poison with them. They bring that poison home to us. And the people of texas, we're smoking that poison. Were smoking that filthy filthy colorado 10000 thc shit, and were dying. Were dying out here. The soil down here is lerfect for weed. If we could have weed we could create, beautiful poison. Way more toxic than colorodo. Way more toxic than california. We can make weed so insane, bitched from colorado will come down here, to smoke OUR poison. And WE could name it shit like Ram Ranch. We could name it shit like Horse Erection. We could name it shit like, I dont know, Forget The Alamo. YOU, worthless idiots up north, can smoke our latino magic. You dont got tejanos. You dont got our technology. You don't got what it takes. You dont know what its like. Theyre not legalizing weed down here cause they hate us. You know they do. You know for a fact they do. So yeah. Just think before you spark up with that shit you got down the street trouble free. Do so in my name. In our name. Keep the less fortunate in mind. I HOPE THE CIELING FAN FALLS ON YOU

[nychthemeron-rants]

Tell me why it took me nearly a year to take advantage of the fact that I now live in walking distance of things. I tried making something new for lunch, didn't like it, said fuck it and walked to the local diner. Because I can.

[mystellenia]

christmas mirror sex with vi ୨ৎ

summary: you look a little too good in your christmas pajamas, and vi simply can't control herself.

content: answer to this req!! dom!vi, sub!r, desperate!vi, strap (r!rec), makeout and through-the-chonies rubbing just for a little bit, dirty talk i guueeesssss, rough!vi, mean!vi, vi's thrusts are like a fucking JACKHAMMER like paralyzingly fast (is paralyzingly a word (did i just make that up (call me an entrepreneur))).

notes: this is pretty filthy guys. merry christmas my kittens eat well. OOH OOH ALSO GUYS. yk when cait and vi fucked and cait was like "while you were gone... i- i saw someone..." and vi is like "i dont fucking care."? yeah thats what the line later on thats in red is giving. muehehehehehhehe. and i double posted too i’m such an active queen. read soft christmas morning with vi thru the link ;)

(wc 1.2k)

your head slammed against the plush of the mattress as vi roughly dropped you on the bed. 

just twenty minutes prior, you were just standing in the kitchen brewing two cups of tea, one for yourself and one for her. the two of you were in your own version of matching christmas pajamas: the pants of the set were sitting low on vi’s hips, her toned v-line visible with a taunting red happy trail peeking out from under a plain wifebeater. the long-sleeved, buttoned shirt of the set loosely draped across your body, the top few buttons undone and showing your upper chest, and the lower hem just barely covering the fat of your ass, clad in a pair of white, cheeky underwear covered in little red and pink hearts. 

vi was splayed across the couch with her phone dangling in her hand, her eyes unabashedly trained on your ass while you moved in the kitchen. just looking at your bare legs in the warm light of the kitchen was enough to get her going, and once you turned around with a mug of tea in each hand and approached her, nipples erect and poking through the fabric of your pajama shirt, she knew the two of you were going end up in the bedroom in the next fifteen minutes. 

“here, baby,” you said, carefully setting her mug of jasmine tea on the side table next to the couch. “let it cool a bit—it's really hot.” 

“is it, now?” vi mockingly mumbled, not caring how obvious her intentions were, her gaze lowered to your thighs. “c’mere,” she says, hooking one hand around your waist and the other under your ass cheek to pull you onto her lap. 

“jesus, i have piping hot tea in my hand, violet.” you rush to carefully place your mug of tea next to where you set hers on the wood side table. your voice wavers a bit when vi’s lips suction to your neck, suckling on the skin and leaving wet patches as her mouth moves. 

her kisses trail up the side of your neck to your jaw, disconnecting right when she gets to the corner of your mouth. your breath has already begun shuddering from her sudden teasing, and you pant into her parted lips. 

“but, i just made... but the tea,” you squeak out, trying to stop her from devouring you, because you know once she starts, you won’t be able to say anything but yes and please. 

her head tilts to the side, lips brushing over yours. with a scoff, she says, “i could not care any fucking less about the tea,” and then pulls you by the back of your neck to close the small gap between you, immediately pulling moans from your chest.

a particularly sharp thrust from vi snaps you back to the present. you lay on your back on the edge of the bed, your head dangling off and facing a full-length mirror in front of you.  

through your upside-down view, you watch her lean figure snap forward at a diabolical pace through the mirror. her wifebeater was discarded, her bared chest making your clit throb as she pistoned into you with a long, red strap. with every jolt of her hips, her small breasts bounced and hypnotized you in the mirror’s reflection. 

if your vision wasn't getting blurry from the stimulation and the blood rushing to your head from your inverted position, you’d try telling her how salivating she looked. you give up the thought of even trying because the idea of forming words dissolves just as quickly as it came about, pleas and begs the only coherent words your brain can make. 

vi had the stamina of a seasoned race horse, so while you had already cum twice, she was steadily building up to her first orgasm and had barely broken a sweat. out on the couch, she had unbuttoned all of your shirt’s buttons except for two at the bottom to expose your boobs, her mouth latching onto them immediately while her fingers rubbed you through your panties. your shirt was still unbuttoned, and your free boobs bounced with every one of vi’s devilish thrusts. 

“jesus christ- can't believe i hadn’t fucked you like this yet,” she ekes out. “i love this pussy so damn.. so damn much...” her voice trails off with a long grunt. 

that familiar, hot swirling begins in your body, your legs softly twitching on either side of vi’s hips.  

“vi, please- please don’t stop,” you whisper, unable to remember how to speak at a louder volume. 

“oh, what was that?” she evilly taunts. “did you say something? i’m gonna need you to speak up, mama.” 

you whine in frustration. in between cries, you mumble, “please, don’t stop, please. keep going, keep going, don’t move.” tears fall from your eyes and up your face from gravity being flipped, salted drops disappearing into your hairline and down your hair that hung to the floor. 

your strained begging just eggs her on more, her thrusts somehow picking up speed even more and further bruising your already abused cervix.  

you wonder how at such a relentless pace, she has remained nearly silent, but before the thought can develop, you’re cumming hard around her cock, your mouth open in a silent scream. vi grins at your helplessness and continues fucking you through it, only slowing down once you begin nonsensically babbling. your dumbification pushes her to her climax, too, and she fucks the both of you through your orgasms. 

after a minute or so, once the two of you have come down from your highs, she grabs a fistful of your hair at the crown of your head to lift your ragdoll-like head up to face her. 

“you think you got another one for me in that hollow skull?” she teases, slightly shaking your head side-to-side by her grip on your hair. her smile is evident in her eyes, knowing you couldn’t give her another one even if you wanted to. 

all you can do is pant words out incoherently and shake your head, your eyes nearly crossed from the sheer strength of your orgasm.  

pulling your body fully onto the bed by your thighs, she sets your head onto a pillow, pulling out and removing the strap from her hips to get a warm washcloth to clean up the mess you’ve made in between your legs.  

she walks around the bed to where your head rests on a pillow and smooths the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat out of your face.  

“you did good for me, baby, i’m proud of you. i know i was rough.” leaning down, she drops a kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling at how you still haven’t seemed to get a grasp on your surroundings. “merry christmas, mama.” 

merry quismos chat. make sure to wish all your favorite skibids a merry gyattmas (i’m gonna throw up in my mouth i’m cringing)

[dirt-str1der]

1998 trigun literally wins because i was terrified that it would only be stampede and i was preemptively crying and hugging myself then the haul

[wis-art]

Can y'all believe the type of straws these people are grasping? It feels so fucking gross to be called Salem's fetish considering the specific trans girls with trans bulge this person is referring to is based off of ME, A REAL PERSON.

ARTISTS DONT OWE YOU ANYTHING.

Sucks if you're a trans girl who doesn't like their girl bulge? Yeah I'm sorry other trans women make you uncomfortable in that case but that's not really an excuse to discredit his art because you feel like some people in your head might get uncomfortable with it. Also like look at these, you have to cherry pick his work to not see the actual diversity and willingly obfuscate the pieces he has made over the years.

These 2 are heavily referenced from my body, they actively represent ME and people like me, slightly chubby and tall trans girls. Trying to shame him for doing a good thing without doing ANOTHER good thing is SO PATHETIC and scummy. Also like what are you talking about he never draws men with top scars or fatter men/women.

You mean you're upset at this guy for representing himself in wider collective of the art space? Some trans dudes just got tits for whatever reason, him including his and his friend's body a lot more than others is not some kind of calculated fetishization and transphobic action.

If you truly care about representing the fat and passing transfems by all means, go ahead draw them all you want. But shaming trans people for depicting themselves and trying to call it as some kind of fetishization is VERY TRANSPHOBIC and designed to alienate the trans artists from drawing what they like, which scares more people from drawing trans people because what if I do it wrong and then I'll get called out and a stalker blog on my ass.

It's a calculated smear campaign ran by reactionary dickheads trying to hijack trans community against themselves.

[kisses4kaia]

i think…i think about art fucking me…but then patrick fucking art…sandwhich style…yk?

get out of my head anon.

it would be art’s idea, 100%. he’d be fucking you so stupid while patrick had you suck on his cock, getting it nice and messy and wet for him. the thought came to art as he watched patrick tap his cock against your pouted lips, mesmerized by the glossy coat of saliva dripping from the entire length.

“pat—pat,” art slowed down the movements of his cock into you, completely ignoring the whine and squirming of your hips and the begs to ‘keep going!. “what’s up, man?” patrick says, a little breathless but flushed in the cheeks, lips, and chest, turning him godlike in any mortal’s eyes.

“i want you to fuck me.” the blonde was blunt, unwavering as he stared stone into his best friends eyes. patrick doesn’t trust his own words after feeling his cock twitch against your face at the ask, so instead he just nods. slowly. “like—like at the same time?” he clarifies, hand moving down to massage at the fat of your tits, less in hopes to please you and more trying to keep himself grounded. “mhm.” art nods once, eyes fiery as though they were offering a challenge.

patrick cursed at his friend with a smile. his attention is drawn down on you as he placed a little peck to your lips, a promise to return, all before his weight is lost at the head of the bed. very soon, however, you feel it redistributed behind art, gentle kisses pressed onto his shoulder blade as patrick pumped two saliva-lubed fingers into his friends taut asshole.

gently, he eased the blond’s hips back into yours and encouraged the pistoning of his mean cock into your pussy through the push of his digits in and out of art’s ass. “so pretty,” patrick cooed at both of you into his best friend’s ear, forcing him to whine and nod as his eyes, glued onto the mesmerizing giggle of your tits through every pump, fluttered shut in pleasure. he found himself very close very quickly, warning patrick through breathy huffs and curses. “fuck, pat, i’m gonna—“ his sentence trailed off as all he could do was whine when patrick’s fingers found themselves missing from his hole, which now pulsed and breathed with want.

“i’ll take care of you, baby, don’t you worry. hey, dont stop fucking her, understand?” patrick placed a biting kiss onto the lobe of art’s ear which burnt bright red as he kept fucking into you with a certain and desperate rigor and adoration. it seemed art’s entire world flipped upside down as he let out the sluttiest moan probably ever conceived at the delicious stretch of patrick’s envy-inducing cock into his asshole. “god! please, fuck, i need it, need it so bad,” art begged as he pulled nearly all the way out of you and backwards onto patrick’s dick.

“i said, don’t.” thrust. “stop.” thrust. “fucking her.” thrust. patrick’s needy, incessant, sloppy, pounding into his best friend had the blond falling on top of you, sucking on your tits as the unforgiving ramming of his brunette’s hips into his did all the work for him. “that’s so good,” art whimpers at both you and patrick, practically drooling all over your chest.

cumming came fast for all three of you. you were first, and also priority for both the men. as art nipped at the fat of your areola, patrick reached around art’s body to make a mess of the arousal drowning your cunt. your orgasm came over you in twitches and tears, biting down on art’s shoulder—unintentionally triggering his own climax.

“gonna cum!” art hardly warned through the spurting of white ribbons painting your insides, washing over his body in shakes and tremors. “fuck, you’re so tight,” patrick’s voice is up nearly 2 octaves, his clearest sign of being close to his peak, and art swears he can feel his cock twitch inside of him.

“please cum, pat. for me.” your eyes were round and pleading, his fucking kryptonite, and you knew it—so it was no surprise that with a whine and a curse, patrick is pulling out and splurging his load onto art’s back.

falling down next to you and easing you in between the both of them, art and patrick don’t bother cleaning up as they let their exhaustion win and pull them under, responsibility a mere, distant, irrelevant, obligation.

[nightingale-prompts]

I don't think I could be an alien pet. Are they going to give me the right care? How much social interaction will I get? Don't leave me in the house all day but don't leave me outside alone. There could be alien predators.

Also what about food? Will they don't study the foods humans eat and give me junk food all the time? I could get fat and then they'll post pictures online of my morbidly obese ass. That's not funny. And what if they give me treats but it's like caramel? I don't like caramel and then they'll complain about how expensive the treats are but I can't control what I like and I'm not eating it.

What if they have kids and expect me to play with them? Sure I can handle being a nanny pet for a while but not all the time, especially if the kids are always trying to touch me or worst pick me up.

Also if they have people over I would be uncomfortable because they always want my attention. I don't know them and I shouldn't be expected to like them just because they are in my house. I will hit them if they try to pick me up.

I make a lot of noise too, I hate when it's too quiet but I hate when other people make noise.

Also what if they decide they dont want me anymore? Do I go to a shelter? I already have abandonment issues!

Im clearly not ready for domestication.

[tojisth3rdwife]

⚠️nsfw/mdni⚠️

The parts of your body that you hated the most after having babies, Toji was obsessed with.

That tummy that just wont seem to go away no matter what you do? Toji couldnt keep his hands off of it. When he hugs your from behind, thats the first part of you he touches, smoothing his wide hand over it possessively and pulling your ass back against his crotch while he kisses your lips.

Your breasts that have seen better days due to breast feeding and the constant inflate/deflate that happens every pregnancy? Couldnt keep Toji’s mouth off of em. He was most definitely the baby daddy begging for a sip straight from you when you detached your breast pump. Just the sight of milk dribbling from your swollen nipple did things to him that he couldnt explain. When you had sex, you sometimes felt self conscious of them since they were no longer as perky as they were when you and Toji first started dating. It wasnt a big deal when Toji was on top of you but when you were riding him, you sometimes couldnt help but keep your hands on them to hinder their movement with every rock of your hips. Sometimes you didnt even take your bra off (which didnt last long with Toji) but that man didnt give a fuck about any of that.

The love of his life, the mother of his fucking kids, and true leader of the household was in his face with her tiddies out. Tiddies that kept his babies fed, fat, and healthy until they were weened. He was gonna show them all of the love and appreciate they deserved every damn chance he got. His mouth is latched to you, licking ans sucking your nipples like his life depnesed on it. If you were lactating, he’d pull back and express milk with his hand, and sticking his tongue out to catch the streams of sweet milk in his mouth with a depraved groan. They were big and heavy in his hands, but Toji showed not a care when he held them while you bounced on his dick, telling you how fucking perfect ans sexy you are. How hard you make him and how he could nut in you just like this if you kept riding him like that.

Apart fron that, Toji is kissing very stretch mark, every scar, every bit of hyperpigmentation, every blemish. He loves your body through every phase and he’ll be damned if he ever lets you forget that.

Do with that what you will..

A/N: yall dont even know how much baby daddy*husband toji/family man toji/dad to shit i have in my drafts that i cant drop yet. Im tryna establish a timeline and its taking a while cuz i gotta be an adult lol Soon tho. Hopefully lmao