Lost Glasses @gremlin-named-scout - Tumblr Blog

They say cleanliness is close to godliness so baby lick me clean / worship is all I ask for, can I pursue your love in a way like no other / a single touch breaks barriers unseen to the eye, my darling you are causing me to shatter / glue my cracks back together with your tongue, more beautiful I will be / marks left on you from my sharp edges are that of devotion, possession / peach bruises and indents from desire, oh the risks we are taking.

#gremlinscout

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SPIRITED AWAY (2001) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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yoursadistdvm

Cuddling is underrated. Snuggling close with their sub, a Dom softly caressing their hair as they gently doze off. The Dom smiles as they admire their sub, feeling warm and protective as the evening moon rises. Peaceful, calming. Alone in the world, yet neither feels lonely.

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Chat Noir: My hands are cold

Ladybug: *holds his hands*

Chat Noir: You know my lips are kinda cold too

thoughtkick

“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

— Ernest Hemingway

hungryfictions

“our messy but cozy kitchen”

bowserwife

Wow bro that sounds really rough *gently places my hand on your cock* I want you to know if you ever need anything I'm always here for you

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Zane Phillips as Dex in Fire Island (2022)

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Joe Manganiello and Bubbles for Dolce Magazine, 2022

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MATTHEW GOODE as MATTHEW CLAIRMONT

A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES 1.02

abowlofpetuniasandawhale

honestly the worst thing about adhd for me is that a new hobby or hyperfixation is one of the greatest sources of joy, but its always haunted by the knowledge that it won’t last and i don’t get to decide or even know how long. I can’t count on being interested in anything long term.

it feels like theres a clock ticking above my head and i cant see how much longer i get to enjoy something. i can’t start big projects for fear of never finishing them. i have to hold myself back from anything that requires long-term commitments or consistency because i can’t rely on future-me to follow through.*

when i pace myself and try to casually keep up with something after the hyperfixation ends it just isn’t the same, the joy is gone. when i say fuck it and just let myself run, i end up trying to cram years of a hobby into weeks or months. i bite off way more than i can chew, burn out spectacularly, and spend the next month feeling guilty every time i look at the pile of expensive, unused materials that i sat down one day and never picked back up.

Theres a toll that years of it takes on your self-trust, it compromises your ability to make decisions without second guessing the most basic things. “What will I want?” and “what will I like?” aren’t any less opaque at six months from now than six years. I can’t count on what I want. In a way, I can’t count on myself and there’s a grief that comes along with that.

i see so much about dealing with adhd shame, but i dont think i’ve heard more than one person express the grief that comes with losing something you really love, not because it leaves you, but because your body simply decides without your permission to stop loving it.

libbyframe

A few recent bouquet commissions

Deconstruction

In hindsight, while my intentions feminist, I spent so much of my time ensuring my femininity was appealing and digestible to the male gaze. Forward 6 years and 30kg later, what seemed so important about my feminine image has disappeared and I am left wondering how to express myself.

I feel like a woman, I am a woman. But society's patriarchal conforming views of what a woman is and should be, I am not. So many of my hobbies and personality traits lean "traditionally" masculine, but now throwing out identifiers of "manly" or "womanly" ideas I am left with just facets of me as a complex human individual.

My whole self is one interpretation and expression of what a woman can look like, because I am a woman, and I am entirely valid.

I am a 30 year old queer bisexual polyamorous woman, figuring this out one day at a time, while I keep losing my glasses.

#lostglasses #gender #identity #queer