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Who wants to buy me some new panties?
PSA: if you’re performing oral sex on people without barriers, be sure to ask for a throat culture on your STI panel.
They won’t do it automatically and you can definitely get an STI in your throat.
It is ridiculously difficult to get this done in my area!
The main indicator I've had that Tumblr activity increased is a large uptick in porn bots following me.
May you wake up with pointed ears, curled horns, sharp fangs, pitch black eyes, and whatever other inhuman parts you would like to have.
I want to boost everything this person has said and add on.
The reason I call myself a tomboy now, despite it being seen as a childish word and having had someone swear at me over it because ‘tHeRe’S nO suCh thInG as BoY thInGs anD giRL thIngS sHut uP’ is because I couldn’t call myself that or be like that when I was a kid. It was seen as a negative thing and I was already bullied enough. “Looking like a boy” was the worst thing that could happen to a girl.
And I’m not even 26 yet. We aren’t talking 30+ years ago, we are talking 2000s and even 2010s. It’s only since trans people have become more accepted in the past few years that gender nonconformity has too.
And the people who helped me accept my gender nonconformity more than anyone else? Were trans people. They taught me, “there’s nothing wrong with how you feel. You’re still a valid woman no matter what you wear, how you have your hair or what you’re into ❤️”
And don’t even get me started on how people treat gender nonconforming men. JK Rowling has a lot of nerve to be like “uwu boys can wear dresses and only us gendercrits accept that!” when she has, even in recent works, made femininity in men a negative trait, as well as making masculinity in women a negative trait also.
A lot of people still don’t accept gnc people even now. Just last year I had someone tell me they’d never let their daughter “dress like a boy”, and I’m always terrified to walk into a bathroom in case the next JK Rowling is in there, sees my gender expression and pepper sprays me or worse.
“There’s no such thing as boy things and girl things.” I don’t need to be told that and I’m sure 99% of trans people also don’t need to be told that. Tell that to the society that hates us both instead of actively encouraging that hate.
Gonna point out the og tweet thread is now full of terfs saying that life was better for gay people in the fucking 80s, that it was super easy for them to be a tomboy in the 70s and 80s and therefore it must have been that way for everyone, and that it was totally acceptable to be a gnc gay person in the 80s! 🤪
They’re rewriting history as we speak to try to argue trans acceptance is making it harder to be gay and gnc for youth than it was to be gay in the 80s. This is a blatant lie.
The fucking 80s??? As in, “aids crisis” 80s?? As in, “the government actively avoided funding research to help gay people” 80s????
Man I knew terfism was brain rot but I didn’t think it was this bad.
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Sorry, I could never be a capitalist, I suffer from “wanting humans to have their basic needs met” disorder, where I care about people who aren’t me.
Someone once asked me if, assuming we got universal healthcare, I would be okay with the rise in “healthcare tourism” where people who are sick come to our country to get their medical bills taken care of and life-saving medical treatment cheaper than in their home countries. I was just like, yeah thats fine, I’d actually prefer it if 0 people died from preventable causes kept behind a paywall for no reason.
“even the addicts?” yeah dude did i fucking stutter
Strong Winds Causing This Waterfall To
Spray Upwards ..
Asexuals are fucking awesome
This also goes out to aromantics
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I found a thread and decided… Hm… Maybe a need a little bit of sin afterall…
This simple meme elegantly and efficiently reframes the responsibility for sexual aggression and violence where it rightly belongs: on the perpetrator, rather than the victim, and sums up in two short phrases that the answer to resolving sexual violence is not to restrict the freedom of movement and expression for one party, e.g., to hide girls and women away, but to teach boys to be better men.
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
https://xkcd.com/150/
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
GROWING UP DOESN’T MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.
YAAAAASSSSSSS
We painted our living room purple and our office has a vibrant teal wall on which we hung the large animal skulls. I have about seven yards of 7-foot-wide canvas on order to use as room divider curtains in the basement and I’m gonna paint a giant map of middle earth on it. Chase your bliss, fam.
When I first got an undercut (5 years ago), my hair was past my shoulders. I went to visit family with both sides shaved and everything flipped to one side as is the look.
My mom: What are you going to do when you need to grow it out?
Me: I dunno.
My mom: But what if you need to grow it out?
Me: ::shrugs; makes an ‘i don’t know’ noise that isn’t words but gets the feeling across::
What happened was I got my hair down to my ass, then cut it to my shoulders to start growing out the undercut.
But that felt weird, so I ended up going full pompadour with nothing on the backs or sides.
And then I saw the first trailer for Endgame, spotted Hawkeye’s Mohawk, and went, “YES.”
So that happened for awhile.
Then Corona. And my hair got so shaggy I shaved it down to nothing.
It all grew back. It’d been five years since I’d had a full head of hair, and you know what I’d learned? A full head of hair is GROSS.
So I shaved off my sides again and await the long version of my hair with an undercut.
It’s gonna rock just as much as it did the first time.
Other things I have done as a “full adult” that have been questioned:
Gotten MORE TATTOOS
Dyed my hair the really bright colors
Bought ever-more ridiculous shoes.
Started wearing a mask to protect myself from allergens.
Cosplayed.
Learned how to apply the most dramatic make-up.
Bought makeup palettes because 10-year-old me fucking needed a Lisa Frank palette, and now it exists.
And the list goes on.
It’s your life. Fucking enjoy it.
Gettin’ that “summer body” ready TikvaWolf.com text reads: A lot of men have felt the need to point out parts of my body that they perceive as errors. “I’d be more attracted to you if you lost a few pounds” The critiques are often minor, but they also cut me deeper than expected. “I don’t really like your hair like that” Perhaps because, just for a moment, I embody the rage of everyone who was socialized female throughout all of history, and I feel like goddess incarnate, knowing how absurd it is for men to complain in the face of perfection. “YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME, TINY INSIGNIFICANT MORTAL?” But it’s not my job to get them to recognize divinity. It’s my job to recognize the divinity in MYSELF, hold it as sacred, and love every corner of my being so fiercely that I never allow that light to become diminished by careless words. It is my job to remember that there is NO SUCH THING as an imperfect body.