CIRCUS

𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽

[kissedbyblades]

What I hate to see is when a conventionally attractive person calls themselves ugly and someone in the comments starts going “are we serious?” “If you’ re ugly I’ m ____!” “Attention seeker !!”

Or better yet, a person that’ s obviously skinny saying they feel fat or would want to lose weight and people go “oh my god but you are so skinny !” “I looked at myself and cried” etc etc etc . . .

First of all, I think people have become way too insensitive. Insanely inconsiderate of other people’ s emotions. Have we seriously forgotten what it means to struggle with self-image ? To have insecurities ?

A person may be conventionally attractive, but beauty is subjective. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and sometimes our harshest critics are ourselves. What you see and deem perfect may not be what everyone sees. We tend to nitpick our appearance, every pimple and unplucked piece of hair becomes an imperfection because an instagram model doesn’t have any of that ! We are heavily influenced by people with a higher follower count, someone elses beauty becomes something to compete against instead of admire.

And stepping on that scale is even worse. A distorted body image comes from hours of analyzing and comparing ,whether that be on purpose or simply remembering a triggering photo whilst looking in the mirror. It’s a silent struggle. What might appear as attention seeking is often a cry for help or someone just searching for a community to not feel alone. At the end of the day, these are real people behind the screen. Someone who possibly doesn’ t have any kind of support system to keep them on their feet at hardest of times.

Before judging those kinds of people who are already struggling as is, try to put yourself in their shoes. Try to feel uncomfortable in your own body, and if you already do, stop projecting and seek help. This isn’ t me judging you or anyone, but please, choose kindness.

A kind word or two can help immensely and it costs you nothing.

Remember you are loved. You are more than your body.

[bowlware]

can everyone stop talking to me at once before i literally fucking lose my mind and slit my throat in front of everyone holy fuck

[spookystrawberrystarlet]

if you see my sh scars this summer no you didn’t

[hanapaw]

[bowlware]

18🎂

[ryoride]

pornstar!nanami is such a gentle lover that it'd make even the most seasoned pornstar blush, with a soft affection in each thing he does for you—far different than what you imagined when he first asked you out.

pornstar!nanami spends most of his time outside of his shoots with you, cuddled up in your apartment or out with his costars & you; the relationship really brought him out of his shell.

pornstar!nanami avoids speaking about your relationship whenever a fan sees him publicly, but some of his costars have let slip that he sounds like a man yearning whenever you two are apart.

pornstar!nanami felt his soul collapse into itself when you asked to make a sex tape one night after one too many glasses of wine—hands pausing mid-twirl of his pasta as he raised a brow, clearing his throat and muttering about "We'll talk about this when you're sober."

pornstar!nanami asked about it again the next day while making you breakfast, making sure you didn't want to make a sex tape because of his job or worrying about him preferring to be on film.

He was beyond relieved when you said you just wanted to see what it looks like when you make love—you'd seen his films and felt zero jealousy or unease about them... just wondered what you looked like when he was fuckin' you.

pornstar!nanami sat on it for a few days; he didn't see anything wrong with filming the two of you. It would be something special—authentic, and god did he know you'd look like a damn temptress in it... it just worried him that you felt like you needed to film with him.

pornstar!nanami asked to wait; he was open to making the sex tape, but he wanted near-perfect conditions before doing something like that, wanting to make sure it'd only bond you together and not risk your relationship.

pornstar!nanami decided to film the two of you making love on your first anniversary—so there was a reason to film it. Something that'd feel right for both of you.

He set up the bed perfectly, lighting candles on your nightstands and leaving a bouquet in the middle of the bed, and his phone was set up on some shitty tripod he'd gotten as a gift, angled just so.

pornstar!nanami was careful as he guided you to your shared bedroom, peppering your shoulder in soft kisses before you even made it through the threshold—undressing you nice and slow and kissing up your thighs reverently as he guided you to sit on the edge of the bed.

pornstar!nanami kissed your clit through the dampened red lace, with toe-curling eye contact, before hooking his index finger, pulling them down to your ankles, and then tossing them uselessly behind him.

pornstar!nanami hooked his arms around your thighs, dragging you as close as possible, before slipping his tongue out to taste you in one long lick right up your slit, nudging his nose right against your clit as he tilted his head into you.

pornstar!nanami made you cum twice on his tongue before pulling back just enough to wipe his bottom lip off, smiling up at your dazed expression, and rubbed your thighs gently as he rose to his feet, making quick work of his belt.

pornstar!nanami guided you into missionary, slowly pushing each thick inch into your syrupy walls, rubbing your hips tenderly with each drunken thrust, tossing his head back with a desperate whine as your walls fluttered around him.

pornstar!nanami fucked you into the mattress nice and slow, biting down on each of the pathetic sounds that threatened to escape him, watching as your sloppy cunt swallowed his already throbbing cock.

pornstar!nanami leaned down to press his forehead to yours as his pace quickened, watching your face flush with each slap of wet skin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his eyes fluttered, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled deep into you.

pornstar!nanami crushed you against his chest, rolling onto his back with a sigh as he got you comfortable on his chest, rubbing your back with a hum as he glanced at his phone, reaching out and turning the recording off, feeling the small affectionate kisses you were scattering across his chest.

pornstar!nanami rewatches that sex tape all the time, whether you're in bed with him or he's alone missing you—it's the only film of his he can stand to watch after the fact, just from how in love the two of you looked the entire time.

[ryoride]

＃ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 !

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨'𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨.

"God, I missed you so bad today, pretty girl." Gojo breathed out, already stretching you tight around the thick inches of his cock, sinking deep in as he pushed you into the mating press. "You'd never believe how tired they made me at work today."

"Oh baby, I'm—fuck—sorry." You all but cooed in his ear, clawing at his back as he slowly rolled his hips into yours, a filthy groan escaping his throat. "We don't have to—"

"No. Don't you dare try to take this from me." He hissed, slamming his cock hard enough that the blushing tip gave your cervix a bullying kiss. "I need it."

"Gojo, baby... you just said you were tired." You whispered up, your free hand brushing some of his hair from his forehead. "We can stop if you need to."

His calloused hands fumbled to grip your hips, his cock twitching deep as he pistoned in and out faster. A desperate whine escaped him, his forehead falling against yours.

"Oh, please. I can survive fatigue if it means a taste of that perfect pussy every night." Gojo rasped, bringing one hand down to sweep swift circles around your clit before capturing your lips in a messy kiss.

He pulled back half-lidded and breathless, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as his hips slowed to a filthy grind.

"All the bitching and moaning from higher-ups is so worth it, knowing you're this tight waiting for me at home." Gojo purred, drawing his hips back, just to slam back in hard enough to slam the headboard against the wall.

"Fuck, fuck!" you whined, a breathy tone floating through as you arched up into Gojo, hands reaching up to hold on tight to his biceps as he fucked you into the mattress.

You couldn't miss the way his eyes fluttered at each wet, sloppy, downright heavenly slap of his skin hitting yours—breathy moans escaping his throat as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"Baby... how are you this wet?" he whined, pulling his fingers from your clit to wipe them off on the sheets haphazardly, kissing the skin on your shoulder to shush you when your only response was a broken moan.

His hips drunkenly thrusted into yours, bodies moving in sync as yours bucked up against him. He felt almost drunk off the feeling of you.

"Toru, I'm close." You whined against his ear, unable to ignore the way his cockhead twitched deep within you.

"Fuck, thank god, me too." Gojo rasped, biting down on your shoulder as he pounded into your fluttering cunt, tongue swirling over where he'd stung your skin.

"fuckfuckfuck!" You cried out into his ear, walls spasming furiously when your release hit, gushing out all over him.

"Oh damn you." Gojo choked out a sob, pumping his release deep into you, collapsing on your chest with a shuddering breath. "You... you tried to kill me."

"Me!? You pounced on me." You hissed as he rolled off, settling on his side, gaze sweeping over your figure as a warm smile spread over his lips.

"Damn right I did. I mean, just look at you." He whispered, pressing an affectionate kiss to your shoulder. "My pretty girl."

[ryoride]

＃ 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 !

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞... 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝. 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬. 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

Gojo's chest was still heaving as he leaned down, slowly kissing down your chest, smiling at each shiver he felt escape you from the cool metal glinting on his lower lip.

Sleeping with Satoru Gojo wasn't something you had on your bucket list—or any of the frat boys on your campus, for that matter—but holy shit.

He had you seeing stars in the corner of your eyes, for fuck's sake.

"Are you still alive down there?" He whispered in a teasing tone as he shifted his body off of yours, legs still weak as he settled into his dorm bed beside you, a tender hand laying itself on your stomach. "You're quieter than usual."

He took quick notice of the way your body tensed at his touch, your gaze avoiding his, and how you just felt... uncomfortable now that he'd pulled out.

"Hey... if something's wrong, you can talk to me." He assured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, before pulling back to lie comfortably next to you. "You alright?"

"Mm, yeah." You whispered softly, nodding gently against his pillows, turning your head slightly to face him. "Just. . . needed to catch my breath."

Without missing a beat, Gojo sat up & slipped off the bed—giving you the perfect view of the scratches you'd left down his shoulder blades just minutes prior. "Give me just a second." He beamed before beelining to his closet.

Coming out just a few seconds later, he came back out in a pair of boxers and sweats slung low on his hips, with a big ole' band teen slung over his shoulder & a water bottle in each hand.

"Figured this might help you feel better?" Gojo murmured, handing you a water bottle before slipping under the sheets with you. "And so you can cover yourself up." He gently laid the T-shirt over the blanket.

"That's so sweet... Thank you." You smiled, clicking the water bottle open before pulling it to your lips.

He was right; the moment the cool liquid hit your tongue, you were already feeling better.

"You can help yourself; I have a whole mini fridge hidden away in my closet." He whispered, watching as you put the water bottle on his nightstand before sitting up next to him.

"You have a mini fridge... in your closet? Do you keep alcohol in there or?" You tilted your head, pulling on his band shirt, catching the soft hitch in his breath as you settled the fabric around your waist.

"No, no. I keep water, soda, juice, anything to drink except alcohol really." He muttered, slipping his arm around your shoulders like it belonged there. "I can get you a drink if you need it. No one would mind if I got a glass from the main fridge."

"No, no, I don't want you to leave. That'd be embarrassing." You leaned on his shoulder, getting comfortable on his side. "I kind of just want you to stay here, if that's ok?"

"Of course it is." He assured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your temple, "And just so you know, none of the guys would care if you wanted something from the kitchen, honest—I wouldn't be either! Sooo, if you want something, just ask."

"I'm fine; I was just wondering why you had a mini-fridge in your closet of all places." You mumbled, the cool metallic touch lingering on your forehead for a moment, before he pressed another kiss on your cheek.

"Oh, I just keep a stash in here for when Suguru and I have a study session... or gaming session... or whenever I just don't want to go all the way to the kitchen for something to drink." He admitted, tugging you closer into his side. "It's full, you know. If I fall asleep and you want something, go ahead and get something; it won't bother me."

"You pull late-night study sessions?" You giggled, glancing up at him, his piercing blue gaze causing your breath to hitch.

"Well, yeah? I gotta focus on my grades. My pretty face can't get me everything—even if it caught you." He teased, slipping his hand lower to hold it against your waist.

"You're a little bit more than just a pretty face, Gojo." You mumbled, pressing your cheek against his chest as he chuckled, the rumble vibrating down your spine. "You're a lot sweeter than I thought you'd be."

"Well, duh." He teased, slipping a hand under the covers to hitch one of your thighs over his. "I wasn't going to just be an ass after we slept together."

"Is it bad I thought you'd be an ass?" You mumbled into his chest, and Gojo's hand started slowly rubbing up and down your thigh in a comforting motion.

"A little... Yeah." Gojo whispered, tucking you under his chin. "Did I exceed your expectations?"

"Mm. Definitely, I think I'd actually want to do this again if you did." You admitted feeling the way his hand tightened around your thigh.

"If I did? Like that shit's even a question." He muttered, pulling back to press a kiss to the crown of your head. "Of course I'd want to... often."

"Yeah?"

"Well, I don't knowww, not like I'm cradling you against me like a prized possession." He hissed, gently rubbing his thumb over your thigh. "No shit, I'd want to do this again."

"Ok, ok. Noted. We should do this again." You whispered, leaning up to press a gentle kiss, pulling back just enough for him to turn his head to yours, his lips catching yours in a gentle kiss.

"We will do this again... preferably after a date." He whispered, pulling back half-lidded as he stared into your eyes.

This was dizzying.

"I'd like that." You whispered back, fingers coming up to rub against his bottom lip, prodding at his piercings.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the skin of your thumbpad. "Are you getting tired yet?" He mumbled against your thumb, slightly muffled, but you still understood, nodding as you slipped back down to his chest.

"Little bit." You hummed, melting against his warm chest as he chuckled.

"Are ya' alright if I put a movie on?" He leaned down, pressing his cheek to the top of your skull, slowly moving his palm from your thigh to your waist, bunching the fabric of his shirt up just a little so he could rub your bare side.

"Mm. Yeah, of course." You mumbled into his chest, stretching across his torso like a lazy cat. "Go ahead."

And so he did, clicking on some shitty 80s horror flick, with a pretty girl sleeping on his chest—and neither of you would want to change a single thing.

That was just the start of something beautiful.

[apocalypseswhore]

i was born in the right time. i love pinterest and pirating tv shows

[imsojuliet]

i want your things in my room ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🦌 ₊˚ ⊹ ᰔ

[bowlware]

guys i’m literally a gf now?? does that mean i can’t read ffs anymore???

[littledeerxxx]

Mdma, mephedrone, cocaine :3

[bowlware]

Hello, hope all is good. No matter how down you feel, it will pass, and when it does, you will feel stronger. You may say to yourself, why did I let myself,feel that way. You learn,you grow. Kindest regards anon 🙏

omg anon you’re so sweet, thank you so much 😞💕

[bowlware]

i need him but i just know he needs me too

[bowlware]

i need that cookie real bad

[sleepypenguiin]

[littldxsire]