#not like euphoric but like just kinda

[pocketoon]

i feel like im going CRAZY today whats going on huh??? Im

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[maddymoreau]

I NEED A PLUSHIE OF HIM!!!!!!!

[grossillygirl]

My brain is actually broken. In so sleepy that in barely even doing my nightly Tumblr scroll, plus im sleeping at someone else's house yet my brain is like "just do a bit of camming come on just go on and show ur tits that doesnt require moving around too much and u wont make much noise faffing around" like ???? Ok but... I'm tired as hell???

Need to rewire my brain to have regular expectations of myself for real. I push myself to unhealthy habits to the point it gets to this where i cannot differentiate between kinky fun/ sexualising myself and actual self sabotage

Like camming? Sure thats fun! But... For the whole night to the point that the sun is up and the day has started?? NO. At

[nexus-nebulae]

as a Canonically Woman aloy fictive it's so weirdly affirming to know i was modeled and designed with peach fuzz??? like yeah women do have a little bit of fuzz on their cheeks it's barely visible in game but knowing the devs put the effort in to make my skin seem like real skin is?? nice for women

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

major Tw for death mention under the cut

Do you ever lay down and just get the feeling that you’re never going to wake up?

It’s happened to me a lot lately, like I’ll close my eyes and something inside me will just go “you’re going to die tonight” and all I can really do is accept it because it doesn’t go away no matter what I do.

It feels like this really eerie calming feeling, kinda like how people describe near-death experiences, but it happens so often and i always wake up with little memory of the previous night.

I just get this feeling, “you’re not going to wake up tomorrow”, and so I say a little prayer for my soul, write a quick note goodbye just in case it’s real this time, and fall asleep. I have so many goodbye notes that I’ve ripped up and thrown in the trash, lest my family find them and worry.

It’s so odd- I’m not suicidal, nor do I wish to die and/or fall asleep forever. I’m excited for my future, and happy with my life right now. It’s just that something in my brain tells me that it’s all going to be over soon, and I might as well prepare to go as peacefully as I can.

It’s the weirdest sense of peace, and it freaks me out when it happens but it’s this kind of morbid sense of euphoria, like I’m settling down to rest for the last time. I float, for hours on end, like I’ve already died, and then suddenly I’m awake and I can barely remember the past twenty-four hours.

[feeling-kinda-sad-ngl]

i dont think i could wear these out regularly though, more of an inside alone thing just for me yk?

[vaugarde]

Me: man i need to catch up on my crossposting to other sites, let's post my pmd h/p pairs in order

Me immediately: .... i gotta rewrite nuri's deal

[hypnosthesubbykitty]

I just took a photo and oh my god? I have a teeny tiny lil tdick?? It's so cute????

[quasieli]

Idk if it's bc I've been talking about legal name change stuff a bit recently and gender stuff in regards to presentation in my new job, but recently, I've been feeling more positively towards maybe starting HRT. It's something I haven't been sure if I wanted to start or not, but thinking about it lately has been making me feel p good. I think I need to maybe find a gender affirming care clinic/doctor or something, talk it out with a professional who knows better about all that stuff. But yeah, I think I might embrace The Boy in me a little more lol

[zero-pax]

Why do you identify as it/it's? You are a human being with worth and value, not a thing. Your life has purpose.

I genuinely have no proper answer for this, favourite anon ask ever.

[lakeeffectbitch]

Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep at night I will fleetingly experience a sense of calm and self assuredness that I know I will carry myself with at the age of 40 and then I am shunted back into the insecurity and oscillating dread that encapsulates my current experience in my mid twenties and it’s just a “damn bitch you live like this” moment @ myself.

[tulsa24]

this is old news to probably everyone but the little italian fish boy i named myself after is queer & that makes me so happy!!

[the-mechanisms-system]

oh my god I wish I had a good childhood I wish they didn't fuck me up I wish they didn't make me into a black hole for any scraps of attention I can get my hands on I wish I could be healthy and well adjusted and able to feel normal things. I never had a chance and it wasnt my fault and it's not fucking fair

[xenasaur]

estrogen is magic

it is genuinely euphoric to tear up at little things. to be able to just. cry because something was really sweet or cute. or even like a sad scene in a movie. before estrogen I just kinda sat there stone faced through them and just. wished they would impact me more. crying genuinely makes me feel more connected to the scene. it's magic. I love it. thank you estrogen

[dhampir-dyke]

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[hanaonesflower]

18+ only for the love of all things holy

Gojo loves seeing you rip your bra off at the end of the day and abandon it to the wastes of the laundry. When you lift your arms straight up in the air to stretch and he sees the shirt tightens and molds against the soft lines of your breasts without their constraints, oh it makes him salivate. The slight bounce of your tits when you walk around his house, paired with the curves of your ass peaking out from underneath the shorts that are honestly way too short. But Gojo isn't complaining.

He catches himself staring intensely at you, shifting his gaze between his two objectives, not knowing which to pursue first. So when your back is facing him he pounces, because there is no time like the present.

"So soft," he massages the plump flesh of your ass before kissing up on your neck. Part of you satisfied that Gojo is doing this, part of you wondered what got him to be so obsessed. Especially when it's almost that divine time, your breasts are only more tender and plump, his touch only grows hungrier.

"What's gotten into you?" Amused with the way he's touching you, so focused yet languid. He doesn't seem to be in a rush, taking his time with intention, his enjoyment doesn't come for free.

"Are you serious? How can I let you go home after this? Should just move in with me."

"Don't know what you're talking about." His hands travel, leaving behind your soft cheeks to attend to the warmth of your inner thighs. He groans softly. "You're sexy, babe." He loves and he loves loud, even if you're gonna be the only one hearing him. He hasn't dared to press his entire erection between your ass, the last thing he wants is you to freak out...

"...want me to–," "no, honey" he hisses, "let me just touch you for a bit yeah?" He turns you to face him, Satoru is flushed. Lips intertwine, hands to your hips then eventually slither upward, his favorite destination. Each pinch, each squeeze pushes you further into his alluring hold, all guards are down.

Must have been the way you pull away for a bit to tell him you love him so much, that explains why Satoru takes you by the hand to the bedroom and enjoys his meal from the back. Your face presses into the silken sheets, your arms splay across the bed with your fistfuls of fabric and your Satoru's face buried deep in your pussy and finges twirling your puckered rim. He's slow, then fast then his pace defied rhythm. His finger traces your rim slowly, not taking any attention away from your euphoric from cunnilingus alone, until he speeds up and you are torn between two pleasures.

"You're so yummy," as your holes only squeeze tighter, his pleasure is only intensifying with his fingers up in them, "you're kinda nasty babe, letting me do this to you, playing with your asshole like this," you are embarrassed, this felt kind of degrading but you love it. "D-didn't say you could~," he cocks his head, "it's okay I won't be rough. You whine a little when he replaces with his cock, how thick and warm and delicious the stretch he's giving you.

Satoru isn't counting, he doesn't care how many orgasms he can get from you. Today is about quality, not quantity, and he intends to have you for as long as possible. Even if it means all... night. With each stroke, you see stars. The way your face is shoved further and further into the mattress, he's rough but soft. Satoru is full of contradictions today.