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they/them 19yo intj virgo dyke

[soberbyler]

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they/them, lesbian, 19 years old, theology major

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"if the rain comes, they run and hide their heads; they might as well be dead!"

[soberbyler]

my list of fanfic scene ideas is getting increasingly more sexual by the minute

[gr4cefully-ins4ne]

How dare alt mike only be a season 4 thing

[moonywheeler]

i miss s4 characterization of the party so bad

[soberbyler]

yall go add me on twitter if you havent already

[soberbyler]

the world deserves to see this screenshot of boris i took last night

[archangelkoa]

Janie by Ethel Cain except it's Mike Wheeler asking Vecna to take him instead of his sister, and when he does, Vecna shows him all his memories of Will.

[soberbyler]

s1 stranger things party :( i love them theyre my babies

[soberbyler]

youve heard of tboy strap. but have you heard of tboy strapped down by cgirl ?

[soberbyler]

regulus collaring james with a sun themed collar with a star pendant on it. you agree.

[my-dailydreams]

[my-castles-crumbling]

fold - august 25 - rosekiller - NSFW - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 384

“The fuck is this?” Evan asked, voice brittle and barren as he looked up from the pile of laundry he was folding and held up a scrap of fabric. 

Barty, who had been enjoying a small moment of relaxation after an exhausting day at work, looked up from the newspaper he’d been absentmindedly perusing. He had been planning on doing his own laundry, of course, but when Evan had come over and insisted….well….Barty  was working on allowing himself to be taken care of. And it had been such a long day.

Still, now he was trying to remember why on earth he’d ever considered such a terrible thing. Because his boyfriend of only three weeks had a pair of panties in his hand.

He felt himself go bright red. “It’s…erm…” he stuttered, trying to remember how to form words, his own shame stealing his tongue from him.

Of course, Evan looked distraught. Barty wasn’t surprised…why shouldn’t he? Hadn’t Barty, himself, spent countless sleepless nights tossing and turning, lamenting over how horrified his father would be, if he knew how he’d turned out? If he knew what was hidden in his topmost drawer? 

Blinking and avoiding eye contact, he grabbed for the piece of silk. “I…sorry, I…”

“Are you fucking cheating on me?”

At this, Barty looked up, shocked. And Evan looked…not disgusted, but sad. There was betrayal in his eyes, and pain in his expression. Like he’d been hurt. “Rosie, there’s no one better than you,” he said truthfully, face twisting in confusion. “Why would I do that?”

“Dunno, but the evidence is pretty damning!” Evan replied, throwing the underwear down into the laundry basket.

Oh.

Barty shook his head, feeling his embarrassment grow. “Those…are mine,” he confessed, wanting to melt into the ground.

The resulting silence felt suffocating, and Barty wanted to run. He nearly did, too, until he heard Evan inhale, his breath staggering and rough. What…?

“That’s…really? Because if they are…that’s so fucking hot.”

Their eyes met, and the temperature in the room increased by a thousand degrees, something warm and liquid pooling in Barty’s stomach. Evan was looking at him with unbridled desire on his face. “Really?” Barty whispered, eyes wide.

Evan grinned, devilish and lewd. “Will you put them on?”

Barty had never gotten up so quickly.

[soberbyler]

NSFW JAYVIK !!

Hear me out: Jayce discovers his degradation/pity kink due to an insistant boner, and a very inconvenienced Viktor.

Viktor and him are some place public, so he excuses himself to the bathroom. A few minutes later, Viktor gets a very apologetic and desprate text.

"Fuck, I- can't, Viktor-"

"Aww, you can't? What else were we gonna do about it, hm?" Viktor is mad. Viktor is mad, and Jayce is under the mercy of his hands, being jerked off very quickly. Not that he's complaining, of course.

They had places to be. They had time constraints, Jayce knew.

"But you just couldn't help it, could you?"

The ghost of his words filled the restroom. Jayce knew, too, that Viktor wasn't really upset with him. He knew that the only anger that he ever expressed to Jayce was from a place of frustration, not resentment. However, Viktor did always hate when his plans were interrupted.

It was stern but not constricting (which Jayce isn't sure he'd mind either). The lilt in his voice became much more prominent, almost pitying. Mocking him in a way that could have been funny, but in this case, it got Jayce so close to shouting for him. So that everyone outside could hear. His groans had gotten higher in pitch as time went on, revealing more and more that he was just so pathetic, just for Viktor.

"You didn't seem to feel that way when you got so needy for me. Obviously, you just had to. Don't tell me that you can't."

Jayce was losing the assured cadence of his moaning, which was (at this point) borderline whining. His breathing was rapid and chaotic. He held onto Viktors shoulders, something they both knew wasnt for physical stability, but more so a reflex caused by aggressive amounts of pleasure.

"I know you can."

That's what did it. Jayce shook with orgasm, reveling in the sarcasm of the remark, as erotic as it was. He wasn't at all shameful, no. Just in need of more Viktor. More Viktor, Viktor, Viktor.

Their errands were run like a marathon that day.

[starlingsongs-deactivated201608]

Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.

It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.

[starlingsongs-deactivated201608]

no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:

[lesbian-mimikyu]

no white gay will reblog this

[queerfemme]

no white lgb person will reblog this

[lgbtqkidsrock]

Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldn’t be where it is today. Don’t forget the roots, don’t forget the catalyst.

[cyberlesbiab-deactivated2021052]

and then TERFs wanna be like, “hmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!”

but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?

The same fuckers who won’t ever reblog or acknowledge this

[bitterbearsf]

My apologies to the original poster as I photo captured this post to add to the thread-I reposted this last year for pride and expect to repost it every year I have left-it’s our history people.

[internutter]

Marsha P. Johnson allegedly died of suicide in 1992, and her death was never investigated. Even I, a mere prole, could catch the “she was murdered” vibes from the circumstances surrounding the discovery of her body.

Without a trans black woman, LGBT+ rights would not exist. Never forget. Never “pay it no mind”.

R E M E M B E R

[toastbutteregg]

[soberbyler]

help? - jegulus fluff oneshot - word count: 442 - not quite angst, regulus is disabled and trans (wow look at me projecting)

He's tired. Regulus is so tired. Tired of work, tired of socializing, and tired of his own body betraying itself. His chest feels like its caving and his feet and calves are heavy. The moment he gets home he stops worrying about his balance, bouncing into the sheets as they consume him, almost like he's falling into a cloud. Now, he doesnt have to pay any mind to anything but his mind. But his mind has other plans.

His first concern is that he hasn't taken off his binder, and its hurting his ribs. That leads him to remember that he's very poor in the comfort department. He needs to get into pajamas. Now. His eyes gloss over from behind his closed eyelids. He couldn't force himself to get up if he tried. He just misses James.

James who would always help him. Save him from pain in his life, and hardships in his daydreams. James who would bring him the sun if he was cold, james who would bring him the sea if he was overheating. Now, he would say 'speak of the devil', but James is nothing of the sort. He walks in to find a very fashionable, very disgruntled Regulus, laying on his back, eyes droopy. "You can't possibly be comfortable in that."

"...'m not." he hesitates, wondering whether he should assure James of information him about his discomfort.

"You should change into something else, baby, you look tired."

"Mmmmhm." is all he can muster. Silence fills the room for about 5 seconds before James suggests an altervative.

"You want me to help you?"

Regulus nods appreciatively, even if he does think he looks a bit pathetic.

He starts with untying his dress-shoes and slipping them off gently, cautious to not knick his ankles. Regulus silently unbuttons his slacks as James pulls them off from the cuffs. He goes to take off his top layers, but James is quick to hold a hand to his chest, gently telling him that he's got it. How gentle he always was.

After they've successfully completed undressing and dressing Regulus, James heads to their dresser where he spends around a minute doing the same for himself, and then dimming the lighting on his way back over to their bed. Regulus got a bit teary-eyed about James' kindness, and spoke to him quietly about how much he loves his gentle hands and gentle words. Oh, and did he mention he was gentle? No, he didn't think so. James reminded him many times, with words and actions, that yes, he is gentle, and yes Regulus did note that a time of two. They slept soundly.

[soberbyler]

jegulily smut is so bad. like wdym two bisexual boyfriends are together and fuck in front of a bisexual girl and theyre all in love? wdym lily tells them what to do? wdym even when reg doms james lily is still telling them what to do? wdym im hot for it???

[sowlmates]

gotta give it to the percy jackson fans, you really do love your main character. for other franchises, fans usually place the #1 blorbo title on a specific side character. but in percy jackson you really love your percy jackson

[soberbyler]

hes so special to me (im bisexual and autistic)