THIS USER IS A FUCKED UP DOG
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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@puppyevie
THIS USER IS A FUCKED UP DOG
I need them in doggy i need to bottom out in it and stretch it out and make it say my name
I need these things as well, but the other way around.
When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing I’ve ever read
This is actually so interesting to read- it’s from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardian’s later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyone’s problem because they have the power to do so
He says, “I’m still the same person.”
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel I’m being interviewed for a job I don’t even want. I say, “But you’re not. You’re different. I will never look at you in the same way again. It’s a visceral feeling. Maybe because I’m your mother. All those years of looking after your body – taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If you’d lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this – this is desecration. And I hate it.”
Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with “vest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glasses”; like, just say you hate poor people
Yeah, no I had to keep checking the article to make sure she was just talking about a tattoo. This is literally just a find-replace away from being a hand-wringing transphobic screed.
i love it when the trans girl is it/it.
That's me! :3
Woke little sister, flushed and in between heavy breaths: "we should be doing this. It's perfectly fine. Incest taboos are based in eugenics."
hypnosis works on me because I listen to women
"I'm immune to hypnosis" okay so you're basically a misogynist
50 shades of Pavlovian puppy purple
Holy shit, puppy goals
Reblog to hug prev
Please
i'm gonna be real i've been fantasizing about the most vanilla stuff lately it doesn't even feel worth writing posts about, like "ffffffffffffuck i need a loving partner to engage in casual intimacy with me so hard unggghhh"
the shit just doesn't hit right you know?
Nah, this goes hard as fuck
casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now
I'm an adult
You're a dumbass who the fuck says something like that
a few months ago my friend called me and told me she was moving back up near me from 7 hours south in the middle of nowhere and asked if i would help her because she couldn’t move the furniture by herself and the town was so small there was no moving company (there were actually only 5 or six businesses in the whole town including both restaurants) and she had no one else down there to ask.
And even though money is pretty tight for her, she told me I could name my price if I would help her, because it was so far away.
I told her she was a dummy for thinking i would take her money but that i would accept the traditional helping-a-friend-move price: a meal (i know she would feel wrong about herself if she didn’t do something for me in return, that’s just how she is) Tradition suggests pizza and beer, we opted for enchiladas and a margarita.
we crashed on the floor of the empty place and left back north in the morning - when we got back to the city three more friends met us at her storage place (the place she was moving into wouldn’t be vacant for a couple months) and we started to move all her stuff up to a storage room on the THIRD FLOOR (because large city storage places be like that)
we had just taken the first box out of the truck when the (only) lady working there walked by and told us they closed in an hour and twenty minutes, and she couldn’t stay even a little late because she had to get to her other job.
One hour twenty minutes. To completely un-jenga a large uhaul and re-tetris it back into a similar sized room on the third floor.
We all just, shared a look, took off hoodies, and got the fuck down to business.
It was actually.. I still cherish look we passed around. The tiny eyebrow quirks and chin nods. The eye glints. The bigger breath we each took as we prepared to kick it up several gears. That moment of wordless connection, when we all just silently agreed that we were damn well going to do the impossible and didn’t even waste the time it would take to say anything, just got to it.
And we did it too. Finished with exactly two full minutes to spare. And then we all went for dinner and drinks to celebrate. And my friend’s friends that came to help? Two of them were acquaintances/friends of mine already. Like I lived with one for a year a decade ago sort of thing. But this experience? Brought us all closer. Made myself a new friend too.
And the friend i helped move? She and I are closer than ever because of it.
When i left our storage success diner to go home, she asked me again if I was sure i wouldn’t take any money.
I said “I ever tell you when I was 22 I went down to Hollywood to try that scene out? Anyway ten months later, when I just couldn’t do it anymore, and needed to come back, I called one of my best friends and said i can’t do this anymore i need to come back. You know what he said? He said: I’ll be there tomorrow. Not how much will you pay me, not what do i get out of it, not will you be able to cover my gas, just: I’ll be there tomorrow. Okay? You’re my friend. If you need help, I’m going to be there”
If helping someone move ruins your friendship, you’re doing at least one of those two things very wrong.
Reblogging for the last line
well someone’s excited about me huh @puppyevie
Ok to be fair, you do post good.
thanks pup
You're welcome :3
well someone’s excited about me huh @puppyevie
Ok to be fair, you do post good.
Like to charge
Reblog to cast
You're not going to get out.
I know that's what you've been thinking. I've been treating you more like a lover. You think that because I let you sleep chained to my bed instead of on the cold basement floor that I'm going to get sloppy, that I'll start trusting you, that you'll have the chance to escape. I know how that brain of yours works. On some level you have to know the truth- you'll never get out of here.
You probably had a better chance of getting out before, when you were still a cold, crying thing in the basement, before I brought you upstairs to stay with me. I hardly cared, then, you were just another pet. A thing pretending to be a person that was just slow enough for me to catch. If you ran off or died or lost your marbles I'd just get a new one. Your cuffs were one-size-fits-all and the basement window has always been broken. You had a chance then. Not anymore. I'm more careful- you're special now. You made yourself irreplaceable.
You're padlocked to the wall when awake and the bed when you sleep. The chain is thick and your cuff is fitted perfectly. You're microchipped. You're cuffed and collared and branded. Its all permanent. Your captivity is permanent. I don't know why you delude yourself, you're not earning my trust. You're just making it so I never, ever want to let you leave.
Making a girl put on a collar that just says "Meat"
Dumbification: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't smart?
Hypnosis: Would you find me attractive even if I needed a lot of help and direction?
Somnophilia: Would you find me attractive even if I couldn't reciprocate?
Dollification: Would you find me attractive even if I needed someone else to help maintain me?
Kittyplaying: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't perfectly obedient all the time and expressed negative emotion through sass and brattiness?
Monsterfucking: Would you find me attractive even if I was an eldritch horror that you can't look at because it would make you go insane?
I like this framework, some additions:
Ageplay: would you still want me if you had to take care of me? Or if I didn't fully understand the world or even my own emotions?
CNC: would you still want me if I said I didn't like something you were doing? Or if I had large "bad" emotions (anger, fear, frustration, sadness)?
Humiliation/Shame: would you still want me if you saw me for what I truly am?
Pain: would you still want me when I'm nothing but involuntary physical responses and tears (lack of control/put togetherness/humanness)?
Cucking: would you still want me if I had ugly&shameful emotions about my own self-worth or your happiness without me?
Apologizing/blame: would you still want me if I was wrong? If I made a mistake? If I accidentally hurt you? If I was irredeemable?
possession: would you find me attractive even if i didn't have a set body for you to find attractive?
Yandere: would you still find me attractive even if I didn't hold back all the strong emotions I have?
Intoxication: Would you still find me attractive even if I wasn't capable of being put together?
Incest: would you still find me attractive even if the world told me you shouldn't?
corruption: would you still find me attractive even if i wasn't as pure as i think i should be?