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likepetalswealleventuallyfall

im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to

spiderman dances to the beat

no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour

creepymutelilbugger

hey guys do you want to circulate the heirloom dancing spiderman again i feel like we could stand to do that

lizluvscupcakes

Yeah, we could stand to have Spider-Man dance for us; maybe it’ll help

the-haiku-bot

Yeah, we could stand to

have Spider-Man dance for us;

maybe it’ll help

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

saturnerens

every whizzer outfit !!

chicagoeggwhisperer

If King Charles dies on or before March 25th, 2024, he will technically be the shortest-reigning king in English history.

Anyway, like to charge, reblog to cast.

bread-and-roses-too

Not feminist as in "women should be included in the draft" but feminist as in "being drafted is a violation of bodily autonomy for any gender".

The draft should not exist. Drafting people into the military is a violation of human rights. You should not be able to force someone to risk their life. If you can't find enough people who care about a conflict to keep it going then it simply shouldn't keep going. You can't even force someone to donate a kidney using government power, why the fuck can you force them to donate their whole body and life to a cause they don't agree with or don't care about?

callistoscollection

SCENE NEGOTIATION

A scene in basic terms a time where two or more people engage in BDSM and/or power exchange. Sex is optional, but it is a common feature of many BDSM scenes.

BDSM negotiation forms are forms used to negotiate and discuss everything you need to know before a scene, basically an extensive consent exercise.

Consent: What are your limits? What safewords do you use? What words will be ignored if any?

Goals: How do you want to feel? What toys/tools do you want to use, if any? What kinks do you want to incorporate? Will you include sexual contact?

Safety: What barriers will be used for sexual contact, if any? Does any participant have a mental or physical health problem that might affect the scene? What safety equipment may you need? First aid kit? Medications such as asthma inhalers? Safety scissors for rope play? Water for fire/wax play? Etc.

Setting: Where will the scene take place? When will it take place?

Structure: What is your story? What order do you want things to go? How will you incorporate foreplay into it?

Aftercare: What's your aftercare plan?

Of course you don't have to rigidly adhere to the plan. The scene can change or stop at any time you want; this is just a guide.

I've included a negotiation form template and two example negotiation forms for inspiration.

Negotiation Form Template.

Negotiation Form - Example 1.

Negotiation Form - Example 2.

butyoutoldmeiwasfunny

chaser

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

chaser

First like and this has already found its intended audience

chaser

uh oh

itsmyturnonthegender

blind-the-winds-deactivated2024

Google Ambient Chaos if you ever need background noises for writing! It's a customizable soundscape website.

Anon, when I first saw this ask, I thought it was going to be one of those mixers of nice, traditional sounds, like rain or a coffeeshop. And it is! And there's lofi hiphop, my favorite sound to write to! Which means this is legitimately an excellent tool for writers, and I love you for introducing it to me.

But I also want to say. There are some choices here. That I need to point out. Because they're either fantastic or questionable, and I can't decide.

Things like . . .

Couple arguing.

Medieval battle.

Beehive, where you can write to a fuckton of bees.

Crime scene.

And actually the perfect soundscape for NaNoWriMo.

(It's here, for those curious.)

blind-the-winds-deactivated2024

Somebody found this last week and reminded me it existed, so I'mma bring it back to this blog because it's about ten days until some of you will need that last one. :D

bunjywunjy

I'm never using any other noise generator ever again.

bisexualseraphim

ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.

ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week

osprey-grace

It’s him….

It’s Shrimp who fries the rice…

the-shrimp-that-fried-rice

You called?

osprey-grace

Omg hi im such a huge fan

muppethole-deactivated20240312

"capitalism breeds innovation" was only ever true in the mid-2000s when cell phones kept getting more and more fucked up

muppethole-deactivated20240312

^ healthy and diverse breeding practices

^ wild inbreeding in pursuit of uniformity and an arbitrary ideal of breed "purity" resulting in gross health complications

pawnarchy

when ur gf makes you leave the party because it's not "serving cunt"

the-haiku-bot

when ur gf makes

you leave the party because

it’s not “serving cunt”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

homosexualmorelikehomiesexual

like dont get me wrong natasha lyonnes acting is stellar too. everyones is. but theres something about clea duvall...idk. she plays it differently. she carries herself differently. she acts differently. she plays graham like its not a satire movie, she plays it with every single ounce of raw pain and grief and fear and tragedy that would come about were this situation real. and everyone else plays it as a heeheehoohoo camp comedy, (and it fucks!) except natasha lyonne who starts out closer to the satire end of things, but after she meets graham, she quickly and subtly begins playing it more seriously as grahams understanding of reality rubs off on her to the point it changes the way she carries herself through the narrative, she stops seeing it as this pastoral greeting card and sees the reality. megan is lucky, by the time it fully clicks for her and shes sent packing, she already has somewhere to go. graham (at least in her mind) doesnt. graham is alone. she has no friends. even if she passes her parents may very well cut her off anyway. shes constantly berated and seen as the poster child for evil butch bulldyke but shes *so* vulnerable and so hurt, moreso than anyone else there. (besides jan for the 10 seconds she realizes shes trans. youll get there, man) and its...man it makes me ache. and megan coming through in the end with all of...herself, everything that came across as ditzy and silly and just a performance of comphet, comes through in making the ending beautiful and *sincere*. at the end of the day, shes still a cheerleader. thats *her*. her genuine, kindhearted sincerity and optimism, and grahams raw, aching trauma, is the beating heart of the movie. without the sincerity and the undercurrent of real hurt, the satire would fall short into vapid parody. its so well balanced, i love it.

teaboot

You know being transmasc after a life of growing up as the sole "girl" in male-dominated areas gives you a weird and complicated relationship with gender identity.

Like... being told straight to your face, "you're naturally bad at this cause you're a girl", "you're naturally weaker cause you're a girl", "you can act tough but you'll always just be a girl", "stop acting like you can keep up with the men", and even the well-intentioned, "Yeah women are like that, but you don't count, you're basically one of the boys"...

It leads you to this weird space where it's like. "Fuck you, women kick ass," and then busting yourself up to prove that you, a woman, *can* keep up, and not only keep up but do it better than anyone else, and taking pride in your femininity because it's not a fucking weakness, but at the same time knowing that... You're not a woman.

You're not a woman. You're not a girl. People just see tits and curves and decide that nature made you delicate, and then all of a sudden it's your responsibility to prove that you're not fucking weak, women aren't weak, while also saying, "I'm not a woman, though."

It's... bizarre.

I'm not a girl. But so long as I'm interpreted as one, I'm still gonna be held back by the same stereotypes. But if I ever stop being interpreted as one, then all the hard fucking work I put in to excel in my field is going to go down the toilet as "just something you can do because you're a man".

And fuck that. That's stupid, too. Guys shouldn't have their effort taken for granted like that, and it stings extra hard because you remember people just naturally assuming you suck and earning respect only to lose it immediately the second you step over to the "man" side. Because you've worked your whole life for something that as a man you'd just be expected to have naturally.

You SEE that shit staring you in the face, and worst of all people still walk around you in plain view and still talk about how women can't do shit and conveniently forget that you've BEEN ONE. "Because you were a man all along" or "because you overcompensate to prove yourself", whatever they think of to justify the cognitive dissonance that keeps their narrative going.

Nobody seems to consider that I'm not really different from women OR men, because those differences don't exist.

I'm not "naturally better" than women because I don't identify as one, and I'm not "worse than" men because I wasn't assigned the title by a third party. I'm just a person. We're all just people.

I'm just tired, man.

mtfdomme

Like if you hate the US government

Reblog if you want to be a party favour at a gathering of transfemmes, meeting in the woods under a full moon, their sheer dresses flowing in the breeze giving you a glimpse of their girlcocks, leading to you being on your knees and crawling to them without even realising it, taking their meat into your mouth as though it was ambrosia, savouring every moment, moaning into them. The next thing you realise, it's morning and you're on the floor, cum still leaking from your holes and dripping from your face and body. You see a note saying "Same time next month." Which, after reading, turns into ash and falls away between your fingers.