quick sketch of what i could remember the robe of papa looking like at the ghost concert
haha!!
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
d e v o n
sheepfilms

oozey mess

Janaina Medeiros

No title available
Jules of Nature

⁂
Cosimo Galluzzi
Show & Tell
Game of Thrones Daily

Discoholic 🪩
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Love Begins

izzy's playlists!

JVL
No title available

Kiana Khansmith
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Belgium

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Egypt

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Belgium
seen from Mexico
@superduperswagmachine
quick sketch of what i could remember the robe of papa looking like at the ghost concert
haha!!
FINISH ME, JOHNNY! by 6OKUTO
RAAAAAHH!!!! ATMOSPHERE!!!!!!!!
It’s Only Acting by dex_x
i’m just now logging everything from like. a year ago. these have been sitting in my safari tabs…
need this so bad… public…
i wish the trope of “getting walked in on while masturbating/being watched while masturbating without knowing/person masturbating to you masturbating but you not knowing” didn’t have such… bad writing.
Aloe Vera by Cepheid_Variable
look. i don’t like the musical version of BeetleJuice AT ALL. i’m just… really touch-starved and i like the dialogue. though it gets really cheesy near the end,,,
The Boneyard by WildHarlow
I KNOW HE’S DEAD I JUST REALLY LIKE
how…. cocky he is…. he knows he’s hot…
also i wanna fuck in public OOPS!
so... I've been having this fantasy. not the horniest fantasy, but the anon who wants to wrestle you reminded me of it.
basically I want there to be an underground fight club for tboys everywhere. only us tboys and maybe some curious "girls" are allowed in.
to be initiated, a group of the sweatiest, hairiest, strongest, tboys has to shave your head. they force you on your knees and they get rid of that girly hair of yours. after you're shaved, you get your first t-shot. you're pushed into the ring, sweat dripping down your face, your eyes connecting with the tboy across with you.
ding. ding. ding.
fight.
you both leap at each other. hands all over each other. hands all over each other's bodies. skin touching skin. tdicks getting a little.. close.. the crowd is cheering you both on. you two punch each other, blood dripping down your faces.
you can feel yourself becoming the man you were always meant to be. being hit like that, being hit like a man. having your face marked up like that, bruised, cut, broken up like that.
another blow to the side, another blow to the jaw, you're on the floor. but the crowd is begging you to get up. something inside you is telling you to get up. you get up and you lunge at your opponent. you put him in a headlock. he breaks free, you beat his face bloody. this time, you bruise his sides, you punch his jaw. and he's knocked out.
you take a step back and breathe, you did it, you won. you're officially a man. the ref comes into the ring, he holds up your hand. the people around you cheer for you, they love you, you're one of them now. you are a part of that community now.
one of the men who shaved you earlier enters the ring, he holds up your other hand. he silences the crowd.
"Today, this boy, this boy right here became a man"
the crowd roars
"He was told to destroy something beautiful, and he started with himself, he did what we all did. he bared his teeth and he got them dirty. he proved to me, to all of us. that he is ready to become who he truly is. he has gone through hell and back, in that little body that doesn't feel right. he's gone through hell and back, facing the most painful hardships a man could face: womanhood. So today, I would like you all to forget the girl that once was. and welcome this man before you with open arms"
The man announces your new name. It fits you, it was always destined to be your name, and the crowd chants it. You forget what that girly name was, you don't even remember you had another name. your ears are flooded with the new name. you have become a man.
---
as time passes, you start training with your fellow men. you start working out, you get strong, you get tough. you're happy. everyone loves your new voice. everyone loves your growing tdick. you get top surgery and a hysterectomy. your chest is finally flat, the unwanted blood will never come back, the scars blend in with the rest that litter your body.
you're huge, you're hairy, you're strong. you take up space and don't have time to care about anyone's opinions. you love yourself. after years of people closest to you telling you to be someone else, you're louder and bigger than ever. you make your presence known. you make it known that you fought for your humanity.
you help young tboys transition too, you help fundraise the money. you help them with their shots. you even have the honor of shaving their heads for initiation. hell, you even named a couple of them.
you're so comfortable in your own body now, you don't remember what it was like before. what it was like to shower with your eyes closed, now you shower with all your friends.. you don't remember what it's like to have those disgusting cis "bi" men hitting on you. now you just suck some tdick and get sucked. you don't remember what it's like to be pushed around, now nobody messes with you. you're too dominant to be messed with. you don't remember what it's like to have people tell you what to do, now you wear a collar as you damn please, you do what you want, you wear what you want, you go where you want. when you want.
because finally, you are your own man
---
hope you like this one, I'm the anon who wrote the head shaving ask. (aka the one who won the CBT ask box wars, never letting that go tbh) but yeah :)
i have literally nothing to add. 1000/10
Perhaps a Ride in my Big Car by wango_bangy on ao3 ,,,
back to
The [BIG SHOT]
himself!
character study of MK’s johnny cage
just liked how these turned out
what do you guys think they’re talking about?
chemical reactions by QueenShelby on ao3 is promising,,,
have i seem to have a thing with professors
i don’t know how to use tumblr but i want to show people my jack horner fanart
Bite the Hand that Feeds by Beetlemucus
I LOVE FOOD!!! I ALSO LOVE UM… DESKS!!! AND MAYBE FUNNY IMPLICATIONS!!! jack horner time!
Happy Birthday, Deputy Hackett by NovaSaurusWrex on ao3
ooga booga uhhhhhh ghheghrgehegrhhh…
Enclosed Spaces by BlindPulse
om nom nom nom perspective
Pretty Unanticipatable by CowMeToDeath on ao3!!
travis hackett brainrot,,,, i love voyeurism
Through the bars, part 2
<- Part 1
Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett
Summary: Laura begs Travis for sex, even though her motives for it are questionable.
Warnings: NSFW/18+ only! Dubious consent (prisoner seducing captor), Dom/sub vibes, oral sex, p in v sex, unsafe sex (to the point of almost being breeding kink), cuckolding/cheating, just overall super questionable situation
Tagging: @merakiaes (I would ask who else wants to be tagged for Travis x Laura fics but this is prooobably the last chapter?)
3,328 words
Max slept long and deep the next morning, exhausted by the change, and he kept sleeping soundly even when Travis – Sheriff Hackett – brought breakfast down. You were lying awake on your cot, untangling the information overload from last night. He stared at you intently with those dark eyes, as if trying to determine something. His lids rode heavily down his eyes, his entire bearing weathered with exhaustion from the long night.
“What?” you snapped before your cheeks got any hotter.
He lowered the tray of food to the floor, slid it under the bars, and left without saying anything.
“Weirdo.”
A half-hour later came the familiar clicking of his shoes back down the stairs to retrieve the tray. It was routine after a month of imprisonment, usually done in cold silence. This morning, he gave a friendly smile as he took it. Then frowned and nodded gravely as he turned to leave.
Then he pivoted on his heel, and with a voice softened by nervous energy, asked, “Do you want to shower?”
If you had been drinking coffee, it would have sprayed out your mouth.
Not that he didn’t normally let you shower, but the way he asked… He had no idea how to act around you anymore. Which, granted, was confusing for you, too, at this point. Were you enemies? Allies? Lovers? But you delighted in the rare occasions when he got flustered, perhaps because only one thing seemed to faze him.
“I see,” you purred, letting your hips swing like a pendulum as you took a few steps toward the bars. Your fingers popped loose a button on your shirt. “You want to see me naked, that it?”
Keep reading