#t: table for two?

[bullseye-stoddard]

If Bullseye could have blushed, he probably would have at her comment. While he had brought Mary home not too long ago, he was not exactly picking up ladies every single time he went out. Not for a lack of being noticed--he usually did get more than a few looks thrown in his direction--but because he was too nervous about revealing himself to be sleeping around constantly. "Aw gee, thanks for th' compliment," he said, ducking his head down under his hat a bit, "I wouldn't wanna ruin that for you either. Bet a pretty lady like you has got plenty o' potential, erm, dance partners." He had assumed she had been there longer than him, and he was not wrong. But then again, most vampires could be somewhere for only a few days and would blend in better than him. He had also assumed she too had been "around long," but her question and her interest in the places he used to frequent made him wonder if he had been wrong on that assumption. "Yeah, I been 'round for almost two centuries now. Th' hat ain't jus' for show. 'M a genuine Ol' West cowpoke. So I seen plenty o' saloons an' speakeasies in my day. Th' ones these days are definitely cleaner though, an' better managed. But sometimes it was a bit easier t' feed back then, since plenty o' humans were killin' each other in fights over th' silliest things inside those places, so maybe it's a trade-off?"

@mighty-mitte

Table for Two? | Mitte & Bullseye

[thecurvyprince]

It's so ridiculous being transgender as an adult. You'll have spent your entire life being conditioned (even by your own self) to believe that so many things just aren't options for you. You deeply internalize the "knowledge" that it would be impossible to be who you want to be and have the body you want to have.

So then you might find yourself in situations where you sheepishly ask a doctor who specializes in trans healthcare if you can have the minimal of help, just enough to keep surviving, because you know that if you asked for what you want, that the answer would be "no" (it has always been "no"). And then are surprised by your own excitement when the very thing you secretly wanted is offered to you with full sincerity as a very real option and with absolute intent to follow it through with you.

As though the whole time you were keeping it as this buried secret, this personal ache of want. But you never actually allowed yourself to consider it anything more than a dream. So when it becomes real and you can finally conceptualize it as a real choice, only then are you able to feel just how badly you wanted it the whole time.

Does that make sense?? It couldn't be real and even though you're desperate for it because you're not sure you can survive without it for much longer, you still don't allow yourself to consider how deeply you WANT it. You never know just how excited you'd be about it. You expected for so long to have to settle for less and never considered that you'd have the choice.

[bookishjules]

started a four (4) hour recap of a beloved ship from disney channel latin america's soy luna today and i am struggling to keep the obsession under wraps.

[notjanine]

the post-grad unemployment blues have not been helping my annual summer depression, so my brain has been... not great. my lease is up in just a few days, but i can't move into a new apartment until i know where i'll be working. i'm having to put all my shit in storage until i can find something. it's been rough.* but i spent a few days at Books' this week and even though everything sucks, they did a lovely job cheering me up. when i got to theirs, they surprised me with a silly and refreshing beverage i'd previously mentioned in passing that i wanted to try** and this book that they picked up from work.*** then they took me to their campus so we could play board games on the massive group study tables.**** we got dinner at my favorite ethiopian place in the city. we cozied up in bed and double featured they cloned tyrone and the lighthouse (which they hadn't seen before). i finally got to an alamo drafthouse weird wednesday! we saw let the corpses tan,***** after a delightfully nasty late night diner breakfast. we played mario kart and i lost, terribly, but still had fun.

i also had an interview yesterday, for a job that sounds like a great fit for me.****** all of my interviews so far have been strange, for one reason or another, but this one may have been the strangest- because halfway through, the interviewer started pitching me a different position that sounds AMAZING.******* i'd be happy with either. i really hope this works out. i should be having a second interview next week.

i'm back at my apartment now and i have to be out by monday afternoon. i'm glad to be leaving this place, even though things are still so up in the air. and even though i haven't been my best lately, i'm glad to know that i am still loved.

[foxcassius]

host clubs are so weird tho rly. they made me pick a fave guy, and my actual fave was the fucking guy who ran the store i guess, so i refrained from choosing him. there was a 20 yr old underdog freshie type who was nice and easy to talk with so i picked him and he came back to talk with me a bit. then they tried to pressure me into buying a bottle of champagne for $50 (classic move). once established as my favorite guy he just kept saying thanks over and over i guess bc he hasnt been selected as fave by many customers yet. he also started like putting his hand on my back which sure you're a host but Youre Literally Twenty thats an infant. then he asked me if i had plans "later" (後) and i fucking hate that word what does it mean. then he was like "wellllll we do cleaning until 2 am but if you're willing to wait for me 🥺" nd i was like WHAT do you think i am gonna do w ur baby ass at 2 am. then he asked if he could contact me via line later and i was like okay and he was like "can i call?" AND I WAS LIKE NO ? THE FUCK hosts are SO bold these days. DO NOT CALL ME!!! also i think i told every single guy i talked to that i am just in japan for another week and have a boyfriend. i know hosts sleep with customers sometimes and more power to them but that is not the assumption of a host club the assumption of a host club is to go talk to some guys who are your platonic ideal of a man for a few hours and have some drinks. noah fence but i will not be cheating on my boyfriend and paying for it. WITH A 20 YR OLD... anyway they kicked me out after that bc i had been there for 3 1/2 hours. they kicked me out real politely but still. "free time" my ass.

[fluffypotatey]

LOL, Arthur and Merlin coming back to the royal chambers to see Gwen and Freya already conked out on the bed after Girl's Night.

Merlin: We've been replaced.

Arthur: Ha-ha. So. What do we do?

Merlin: ....

Arthur: ....

Merlin: I get Freya's side, you get Gwen's?

Arthur: You're not sleeping in a bed with my wife!

Merlin: And I'm not waking mine up!

(They do this for 20 minutes before one of the ladies wakes up, throws a pillow at them, and tells them to shut up and get in the damn bed. They do.)

they say this like they're not in a ot4

silly king and his silly sorcerer

[slashingdisneypasta]

One of my favourite movie/TV things is when a character tricks another character into eating something that is actually something else? Like their pet horse, or their friend.

[theinfinitedivides]

Do Sik: *sees In Hae head out to follow Woo Hyul after he semi-storms out of his own party*

also Do Sik: *heads over to the bar to cause trouble with the other vampires*

[bunnyb34r]

Hmm so now that I figured out that I get that "kidney" pain during my period last time I've been more aware of my pain and surprise! It starts the week before (:

Which in retrospect I did know but I didn't know if that makes sense? Like oh yeah... I did have that pain two weeks a month... huh...

Anyway im experiencing that fun pain again! And it brought a friend 🥰 I'm having a horrible fibro flare which may be related bc I've been having at least one a month 🤔... but anyway my body feels like it's in hell and my brain is torn between being cranky bc of the pain and just Gurkling™️ like it's only visiting hell my body is taking residence (:

[thedragonagelesbian]

i am once again emotionally bodied by monster of the week

[lathrine]

9,400 eggs and 167 species in the GPX plus shelter, and none of them are my fucking chinglings

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[sweet-as-kiwis]

Never before have I turned in negative peer reviews. The time has finally come.

[nightmarist]

The euphoria of personal freedom to finally improve my home space 🤝 the euphoria of personal freedom to finally transition

[loveanddeepdick]

nerd!choso who is so unknown at school that people go, “who?” when he’s mentioned. you’re pretty sure that only five people knew who he even was.

nerd!choso who is most definitely the president of some club like chess or dead poets society. he saw you at the club fair and fell in love

he thinks he went to heaven when you approach his table at club rush. yuji, although not in chess, was helping choso recruit people since his poor brother was too shy to talk to anyone. you go up to your friend yuji, making small talk with him.

“i’ve never played chess, yuji”, you giggled

“my brother can teach you!”

you glanced over at choso, not even noticing him at first. he was.. pretty. not pretty as in a way your friends would giggle at you when they saw you in a new outfit, not pretty as in the comments you got under your instagram post, but he was a natural beauty.

yuji had to snap you out of it. of course he noticed though, the way you two looked at each other.

nerd!choso who teaches you how to play chess, not letting the two other members of the small club play with you.

nerd!choso who helps you study, helps you carry textbooks, and helps you with midterms and any exams you have.

nerd!choso who has a nosebleed when you give him a small peck on the cheek when he finally confesses to you after months of pining for you.

you two had been studying in his dorm, comfortable with each other as your head was leaning against his shoulder as you two relished in each other’s presence.

“i like you.”

“oh! i like you t—“

“no. i like you.”

you turn to him. a small smile creeping onto your face. you didn’t say anything, only pressing a short kiss on his cheek. he immediately freezes up, his hands turning clammy and sweaty.

“i—uh..”

then, a trickle of blood comes from his nose, dripping onto his cupid’s bow.

“oh my god, cho!”, you gasped as you jump up, running to grab a tissue from his nightstand where he also kept a picture of you two and a bottle of lotion

you leaned in, wiping his nose attentively. as you chide and nurse him while mumbling, choso can’t help but stare down to take a peep at your tank top. he could see the valley of your boobs and the top of your bra. he choked, letting out a startled gasp before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

he knocked out cold on the spot

nerd!choso who keeps a special picture of you in his wallet. he’ll be at his chess club meetings, at lectures, out with his family, and he keeps a hand on his wallet, knowing you’re in there.

the picture was a polaroid he took with your camera, your eyes were just out of frame but he could see a portion of your fucked out face, his cum dripping from your mouth and splattered on your cheeks. you were completely naked and sprawled out on his bed in his childhood home

it was almost funny how a hot goddess of a girl was naked, covered in his cum, and sprawled out, pussy on display on his old lego ninjago bedsheets.

nerd!choso who dedicates every single one of his orgasms to you. if you were with him, he’d find a way to cum inside you. in your mouth or your pussy, he’s find a way inside. of course, he’d also opt for cumming on your tits or on your face, he wasn’t greedy. but what he really wants, is to cum inside your cute little ass! he’s too shy to ask, of course, but the day would come eventually

if you weren’t here though, he’d pull up his personal secret album for you, filled photos and videos with shots of under your skirt, through the crack of your bedroom, from your window, when you just walking around with a tank top. he loved it all.

but his favorites were videos you’d allowed him to take while he was fucking you from the back or in missionary. he loved watching them on repeat, never getting bored of them. after a while, he gained the courage to show you as well.

you checked your phone to see a notification from your boyfriend and gasped when you opened it.

it was an image of the picture he kept of you beside his bed, covered in his semen. in the corner of the photo was his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.

‘i miss you 🖤’

[autism-corner]

being gay =3=ppp