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i know this is an nsfw blog but i want to put this out there:
block me if you believe âall lives matterâ.
block me if you support, defend, or respect cops.
block me if you believe white privilege isnât real.
and seriously reconsider your fucking beliefs. âyour beiefsâ are killing people. complacency is not enough!
the insane need to tie a much bigger, stronger man up and play with his cock however i like and ride it whenever i want oh my god. âŠ. and duct taping his mouth too to shut him up đ”âđ« my turn to be the bad guy. let me slap you around a little while iâm in your lap actually :} if you didnât like it, you wouldnât be hard
Me and my big bro have this wonderful game called "closed legs". He insert his dick between my legs and grinds on my cuntâand I can't open my legs because...
"If you open your legs, I'll fuck you and cum inside."
So I do my best to endure, but... My panties are very thin, I feel his precum mixing with mine, his cock head grinding against my clit... I cum over and over, but I won't open my legs.
Until I couldn't. One day he made me cum so good that my body twitched, then I accidentally opened my legs and big bro slid his dick inside me!
Gosh... He fucked me senseless. Uff...
fucking your dad in his truck. Country music filling the background as he makes you ride his cock. maybe hes smoking and blows it in your face while he praises you. or alternatively
Dad pounding you in his room while the radio blares to drown out your noises. Gruning and sweating on you as you struggle to shut up. Him clamping a hand over your mouth and saying 'shut up before mom gets suspicious' or smth
Son who isnât just in love with his dad, but in love with the man his dad is. Son who snoops through old photos of his dad in his youth and drools over how attractive he was and still is. Son who fantasizes about meeting his dad when he was younger, maybe theyâd be friends? Maybe something more? Maybe heâll steal a photo and hide it under his pillow for safekeeping to jerk off to later.
Son who starts seeing his dad as less of a dad and more of the man. Son who watches his quirks and mannerisms closely and falls more head over heels. Son who gazes longingly at his dad when theyâre together and wishes they could cross that boundary without consequences. Son who desperately wants his dad to be his boyfriend/husband and stays up at night thinking about kissing and making love to him.
Bonus points for dad who is completely clueless.
Having a crush on someone when you have fucked up kinks is so embarrassing bc youâre just like âwow theyâre so cute I want them to get off on the way I cry while they fuck meâ
Also highly recommend looking thru the reblogs on this one cause so many people add their own versions, and the dom / sadist versions especially just fuckin tickle me. I love yâall bunch of perverts
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Y'know what, this reminder also includes non-Americans. Let's watch our words and keep the victims of American aggressions in our heart always
So thatâs basically how it went down
I resent just how fucking accurate this shitpost is, congratulations OP, you effectively illustrated how Darwinâs Theory of Natural Selection became accepted by the wider public using a FUCKING MUPPETS MEME, here is your A+, get the hell out of my office
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since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...
reblog this post if your account is a trans safe space or owned by a trans person!
along with that, reblog if your account is a trans non-binary spectrum safe space or owned by someone on the trans enby spectrum!
I will always be a safe harbour for the rainbow.
So while doing some pirate research for the play Iâm writing I stumbled upon one of the most amazing things Iâve ever read. In the 5th century A.D. there was a Scandinavian princess called Alwilda whoâs father tried to set her up to marry Alf, the Prince of Denmark. Alwilda wasnât cool with this so she and some female companions dressed as men, stole a ship, and sailed away. Eventually they met a company of pirates who were in need of a new captain and they were so captivated by her that they elected her as their new leader. Her crew became so infamous that Prince Alf was sent out to stop them. When their ships met he took Alwilda prisoner and she was so impressed by Alfâs skill that she agreed to marry him after all and eventually became the Queen of Denmark.
I stopped caring whether this was factually accurate about halfway through because itâs completely AWESOME.
Medievalist here for triumphant fact-checking: this story is, if not true, at least true according to the history of the Danes (Gesta Danorum) written in the 12th century by Saxo Grammaticus. You can read his account of Alwildaâs story in the original Latin here, or in English translation here. Highlights include:
She exchanged womanâs for manâs attire, and, no longer the most modest of maidens, began the life of a warlike rover. Enrolling in her service many maidens who were of the same mind, she happened to come to a spot where a band of rovers were lamenting the death of their captain, who had been lost in war; they made her their rover captain.
I love the implication that there were lots of Danish maidens just WAITING for the opportunity of a life of piracyâŠ
Reblogging my old post for this A+ addition to it
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
As the once-shy kid in the back of the class who loathed being perceived turned professional corporate facilitator who regularly does presentations for hundreds of people--this. Practice, familiarization, desensitization, all of it--you can overcome a lot of things that make you anxious by learning to navigate them and by teaching your nervous system, through repetition, that they won't actually kill you most of the time.
the among us show being a total gorefest on par with john carpenter's the thing is a really fun choice
the among us show having a gay orgy in the middle of it is another really fun choice
realizing many people don't know about infinity train creator owen dennis' among us show from years ago, which has been trapped in unreleased limbo all this time and was just dumped on streaming this morning with no advertisement. they don't even know about its weirdly stacked cast
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Want to ignore some CNC kink bitch's safeword in the middle of a "scene." Watch the gears turn in their head when they say it again, louder, not processing the fact that they went from being "raped" to actually being raped. You said you have a rape kink, isn't this what you signed up for? No? You just wanted to roleplay it? Too fucking bad. You shouldn't be getting off to those thoughts if you can't handle the real thing, you dumb bitch. Now come on, just enjoy getting raped like you fantasize about, won't you?
itâs been happening for days now. itâs always the same. you wake up dizzy and whining and slick between your legs, either coming down from the high of an orgasm you donât really remember, or building up to one you end up giving yourself with desperate, clumsy fingers before youâre even fully awake.
and every time, you make the same realization. the big comfy tshirt you wore to bed is pushed up to bare your tits to the cold air, and the panties you were wearing when you fell asleep are crumpled on the floor at the foot of your bed.
every day for nearly a week. and every day when you finally wake to full consciousness, you climb out of bed, toss the (shockingly dry, but you must have kicked them off before the good stuff) undies in your hamper, and hurry to get dressed for the day. you try not to think about it because you canât really remember the details of your dreams.
there are flashes, of course. mostly words, hushed whispers or deep guttural groans. âchrist, baby girl, do you know how fucking greedy this cunt gets when youâre asleep? do you know how slick and tight it is, clenching down on my fingers like you think iâm gonna leave you wanting. maybe i will. i love when your eyes get teary for me even in your sleep. all closed eyes and glittering cheeks and desperate, sleepy little whines. fuck, sweetheart, you look so goddamn good like this.â
even remembering it has your cheeks flushing as you busy yourself with brushing your teeth, your hair, getting ready for work as usual. thereâs still sticky heat between your legs, a new wave of slickness conjured by your memory of his words, but thereâs nothing you can do about that right now.
you put it out of your head as you make your way through the day, but that doesnât stop the thoughts from nagging at you. your body is still desperate for more even while your mind is able to get you to focus on mundane task after mundane task. youâre filing papers as youâre trying to remember more of what he said to you. youâre eating your desk salad when the flash of dark hair and dangerous eyes hits you. youâre driving home when you remember the awful, mortifying sounds of his slick fingers inside you, the way those noises continued, somehow louder than your whines, louder than his words.
itâs when youâre home again, snuggled up in your bed, ready to open your laptop to play your comfort show when you finally notice that thereâs something wrong. the screen doesnât wake up to show you where you left off watching last night.
the screen wakes up to a frame of you, sleeping in your bed, surrounded by the soft grays and blues of a winter sunrise peeking through your window. and when you start to play the video, everything makes both more and less sense. the blankets arenât tangled at the bottom of your bed like they were when you woke up. no, theyâve been folded down neatly, baring your feet, your thighs, yourâ your panties are already missing in the video.
he doesnât face the camera directly, but it wouldnât help even if he did, since heâs masked. you can see that same dark hair from the flash of memory earlier, but other than that, heâs dressed in black. black pants, black tshirt, black surgical mask, covering his mouth and nose but leaving those eyes bare.
and you settle in to watch, horror and arousal twisting into this vicious, needy thing in you chest, the pit of your stomach.
he does exactly what you remember him doing in the dream. flattening his hands on your inner thighs to get you to push them apart, trailing his fingers over your messy, wet cunt, laughing softly as he pulls his fingers away and holds them up to the camera. âso fucking wet, sweetheart, like youâve been waiting for me to come back.â itâs the only time heâs acknowledged the camera, a direct statement to you, the you thatâs watching now, not the you thatâs shifting groggily on the bed.
and then he turns back to your sleeping body, slipping his fingers inside you and letting out a harsh little moan when it makes you whimper. you should be worrying about much more important things, like who this man is and how he got into your house, but instead, the only thing you can think of is the abject humiliation of watching your body surrender to him so easily. itâs only moments before youâre watching yourself start to moan, start to try to grind your hips in uncoordinated, sleepy little motions, start to try to ride his hand in earnest. itâs only another handful of moments before his voice starts again, soft and cajoling. âthatâs it, sleepy girl, are you gonna come? gonna come on my fingers when you donât even know who i am? gonna show me how badly this sweet little cunt misses me when iâm not here to do this to you? go on, baby, show me.â
and like your hazy unconscious mind actually hears and understands him, you can see the moment your body starts the tremble, the sharp little yell you let out when it hits, and his voice again, all encouraging, like heâs doing nothing wrong. âthere we go, honey, thatâs it. thatâs it, baby, keep going. let it all out for me. i know, i know, i know.â
and as your body starts to settle, your sleepy little whines hushing down to nothing, he briskly makes his way around your room, putting your laptop back where it goes but leaving the camera recording, twisting the blankets around your feet. he stops for a moment and pulls two nearly identical scraps of fabric from his pocket. the panties you went to sleep wearing, but one pair still has the tags on them. he rips the tag off, slides it and the other pair back into his pocket, then scrunches up the new pair in his hand before tossing it on the floor, right where you found them this morning.
he gives an infuriatingly casual wave to the camera before he walks out the door. you look at the time on the recording and see that itâs about five minutes before your alarm goes off. then the video ends.
and youâre absolutely horrified. youâre not safe. your home is unsafe, your room is unsafe, your own body is unsafe. you jump out of bed, hurriedly checking all your doors and windows, double checking that theyâre all locked and secured.
you lay in bed for several minutes, trembling with fear and dread and something you donât want to name.
before you fall asleep, you take your panties off and throw them across the room into the laundry hamper. you leave the laptop on.
Stuff like this makes me question if Iâm actually passionate about anything
Although he lost the use of both legs, Xie Junwu from Jiangxi Province never lost his sense of freedom. Watch him take on a skateboard from
