#okay anon

[the-real-gmail]

you're disgusting. fuck you. go kill yourself. i hope you die

[rwby-confess]

Confession #362

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

nijika

[only-man-in-the-sky]

lmao

[bee-snail]

Tall strong Varian does not exist

anon:

[catgirlxox]

Calm down

me trying to figure out why you think you can tell me what to do

[ningtual]

you are, in fact, very annoying.

[pet-shop-of-horror-fan]

Stranger online, I say this with the best of intentions and the most kindness I have. You seem to be in a hell of largely your own making, and as much as it is not my business, I need you to know that the world is not as evil and hopeless as it may seem.

Like listen, I was you. Discourse was my friend bc it made me feel good to be "better" than others who I deemed "objectively wrong" and have a moral high ground. There is a place to talk about real issues without assuming everyone is out to get you and hates you. There is joy and love to be found in assuming good or neutral intentions, because most people are not out to harm you specifically. A perfect person does not exist and the harder you push yourself and others to be that perfect person, the more distrust youre going to have in strangers who literally mean you no harm.

Yes, some things are ableist and some people hate aromantic and asexual people, among many other causes you seem to champion. Many things, and many people, many issues. I am ace, and I am disabled. But if you go into everything trying to find ableism and aphobia, youre going to find them whether the person in question actually holds those beliefs or not.

I'm not here to harrass you or tell you "touch grass" in some condescending way. You can feel free to ignore this message altogether. Or show it to your friends and followers to laugh at, whatever. My feelings will not be hurt. But please do consider that others are not always out for blood, and that there ARE brilliant and vibrant communitties doing good work every day to help end things like aphobia, ableism, and all other manner of societal wrongs you care about. It is easier to focus on the wrongs and the persecution, bc righteous anger feels good. But whipping yourself into a fuss and assuming the worst of strangers online does not help you or anyone else.

I hope you have a good day/night/etc and that you can take time for yourself to reflect on the good being done for the causes you care about. Peace ✌️

Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?

[buscandoelparaiso]

spiace..

[tearmannfoilathe]

GIRL YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP LUSTING AFTER THAT OLD MAN SO PUBLICLY

" Well, frankly, I do not have to stop doing anything because a faceless voice said so. I have no shame left, ran out of that a few million years ago. "

" If I wish to speak about my personal relations, I will, thank you very much. A woman has wants and needs, even immortal ones. "

[medievalpup]

29 on tumblr is CRAZYYYY

bruh im back here bc i hate twitter now!

lmao shhhhh & chillllll

[shouyuus]

okay…okay TRULY SORRY (am not) for adding onto shirtless sleeper hc once again buuut roommate!Vi waking up hours after the encounter to an empty apartment and a lightbulb-bright idea — it’s been sooo long since she’s made you blush this hard and worried she’s been losing the knack of it, but now it’s like you’ve given her a whole new arsenal of ideas to turn you pretty pink

cue to you running into a various degrees of undressed vi in your apartment in the upcoming weeks (all instances paired with grinning, half-assed excused like ‘i just got out of the shower, i running was hot, i just got a new tattoo, i needed to check my form etc etc)

(pls everyone put ur hands together for our lord and savior the shirtless sleeper anon -- they're single-handedly feeding us all)

18+, mdni, college roommate!vi cinematic universe

college roommate!vi who walks out of the bathroom, steam billowing out behind her, a tiny pink-stained towel wrapped around her waist (it's so low it's seconds from falling off), oh so casually bumping into you in the hallway, her hair still damp and trickling water down her neck and the tattoo snaking up her shoulder, her skin gleaming with steam --

"oops, sorry princess -- forgot to bring a shirt into the shower --"

but makes no move to cover her tits. you jerk your eyes up to her face, your own cheeks burning.

"n-no sorry i -- uh, i came back from study group a bit earlier than i thought it would uhm -- i should've texted or something --"

"no biggie, princess. so, did study group go well? you were complaining about some asshole last week who --"

but you really can't focus bc did she change her nipple piercings out? those don't look like the same ones from --

"hello? earth to pretty girl?"

"uhhhhh -- sorry?"

vi has the audacity to smirk as you blink rapidly, swallowing hard, finally looking back up at her.

"i just asked you a question, sweetness. gonna answer me or...?" her eyes flicker down to her own tits.

you feel the inexplicable urge to slam your face into the hallway wall.

"sorry uhm i just remembered i've got -- an assignment that i -- sorry --" you push passed her, shouldering into your room and slamming the door, pressing your back to it the moment it's closed and sliding down to the floor. faintly, you hear the sound of vi's little chuckle as she walks into her own room, but you never hear the door close. a second later, loud rock music starts blasting and you let out a long breath.

barely three days later, you find college roommate!vi lounging on the living room sofa with a vape and what looks like fresh black boxers, the white waistband accentuating the muscles of her abs, her eyes a little hazy as you walk in and nearly drop your books at the sight.

"hey sweets -- can you do me a favor and grab that charger cord?"

you stare for a few seconds before glancing at the white usb-c cord not even a foot away on the dining table. gingerly, you reach over and hand it to her, trying very hard not to look down at her chest, at the way her nipple rings catch the dim light when she breathes in and out.

she lets a puff of smoke wreathe out from her lips, sucking in through her nose.

"mm -- thanks cupcake. this thing was getting low."

"r-right..." you press your thumbs into your workbook, the plastic cover crinkling beneath your touch; you glance up at the cracked window before letting your eyes wander back to vi, still sitting half-naked on the couch, "uh... is the fan broken? or..."

"huh? nah -- i just always run hot. y'don't mind, do you, sweets?"

you chew on your lower lip for a second before shaking your head and making your way across the room.

"it's -- it's fine. just -- uhm -- just close the window after you're done, okay?"

vi catches you eye and winks, letting out another thin stream of smoke from between her lips. and, not for the first time, you wonder how they'd taste, if they'd be soft enough to kiss.

and then not even a week after that, you catch college roommate!vi working out in her room, but at least she's got a sports bra on this time, the only thing is, she leaves her door wide opened, whereas before, she'd at least close it enough to only leave a sliver.

you catch yourself pausing at the sight, at the flex of her forearms as she curls a set of bright pink weights, at the thick tug muscle in her shoulders and back as she puffs out a breath, sweat slicking down the long expanse of her back tattoo.

you swallow.

"might wanna take a picture. heard they last longer."

you squeak, jumping back only for your back to hit the tv stand behind you, nearly knocking it sideways. you reach out to steady it, turning around to find vi watching you with a smirk the size of texas slung across her lips.

"i -- i was just --" you flounder for something to say -- you'd wanted to ask her something, what was it? "a few friends and i are going out tonight -- uhm... i was wondering if -- if you wanted to come with us?"

vi finishes her last rep, setting down the weights. you feel yourself hiss out a breath you hadn't even remembered holding. your head feels light as she makes her way over to you, leaning up against the doorframe with an easy grin.

"sure. but on one condition."

you frown, blinking up at her storm-gray eyes. but in the halfway light of your shared apartment, you could swear that just sometimes, they look like the palest shade of blue.

"what... condition?"

she cocks her head, making no move to hide the way her eyes flick from your eyes to your lips and back up again.

"don't let anyone else make you blush like that tonight, hm?"

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[castrovulcant]

Please eat dinner!

Okay, anon, a bowl of beans it is

[lycandrophile]

I love you lifelong vaginal atrophy

i love you topical estrogen that treats atrophy and doesn’t interfere with testosterone at all. i love you modern medicine that makes safe and harmless transitions possible. i love you health professionals who explained the risks of taking testosterone to me calmly and told me exactly how we would respond to each one if they ever became an issue because they’re not scary or unmanageable if you have good, competent people on your side.

i hate you terf rhetoric that completely ignores the actual reality of testosterone hrt in favor of portraying it as poison. i hate you transphobes who try to make me scared of the medication that gave me my life back.

[reigningm4x]

Max over the summer break with Antonio Felix da Costa's father