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how can people not like cats. they literally have little paws
Reblog if you love and appreciate lesbians.
they should invent immune systems that work
the problem is that a lot of the times they work too well
immune systems weilding the blades of legend is perfectly fine as long as they learn to harness that power only to smite evil. it is the journey of every fine hero to hone their self-control to resist the urge to fell yggdrasil even if it would look really really really cool
︵ ೀ mdni. satoru railing you on the table in the early morning
“you’re still horny? didn’t i fuck you hard enough last night?”
satoru grins against your mouth as you kiss him over breakfast, all needy and desperate like you didn’t get railed for hours last night. you’re straddling his lap at the kitchen table, grinding your soaked pussy against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.
“fuck, baby,” he laughs but his hands grab your ass and pull you down harder. “look at you. one kiss and you’re already this wet.” his lips trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while you rock your hips faster, rubbing your clit against his thick cock through the fabric.
you whimper and tug at his shirt. he doesn’t bother with foreplay. one hand shoves your panties to the side, and with the other he pushes his sweat shorts down just enough to free his thick cock. “always so greedy in the morning,” he mutters, then sinks in.
you moan loud as he fills you up, stretching your tight walls around his fat length. he grips your hips and bounces you on his cock right there on the chair, deep and rough. wet sounds fill the kitchen every time you slam down.
“shit, still so fucking tight,” satoru groans, biting your neck. “fucked you so good last night and you’re still clenching like you need more.” he suddenly stands up with you still on his cock, legs wrapped around his waist. he lays you flat on the kitchen table, knocking a plate aside, and starts fucking you with hard, deep thrusts.
the table shakes under you and you have to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself. and then satoru reaches over, grabs the coffee mug beside your head and takes a long sip while he keeps railing you.
“really!??” you manage to choke out between moans.
satoru smirks down at you, thrusts never slowing. “what? i got an early meeting. need my caffeine, baby.” he takes another sip, then sets the mug down and grips your thighs, spreading you wider so he can fuck you even harder.
his cock slams in deep and fast, balls slapping against you. “fuck, this pussy feels too good. can’t help it if you’re still this horny after i filled you up last night.” he leans over you, one hand braced on the table, the other on your leg to fold you in half.
“gotta multitask today. now cum for me before i have to leave.”
source? i could just tell
the sexiest thing a woman can be is a cringe fujoshi with a very serious day job
fujoshis with serious day jobs have skills and competencies you can only dream of
if you don't do anything else today,
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.
yes transfem supremacy in the sense that I want her to use me as her personal sleeve and fuck me into the mattress
but also transfem supremacy in the sense that I still want her when she learns she doesn't have to comptop anymore. that I help her explore new ways to get off now that hrt makes her struggle to stay hard. that I learn all the ways I can help her feel good and watch her eyes roll back as her body melts into soup in my arms.
You all mean transfem supremacy like that too, right???
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
Shakespeare is like this
Every time I see a Van Gogh that’s not one of his better known pieces it absolutely blows me away
Have you seen this shit my liege? smh unreal
Rebecca Lindenberg | Interview in The Believer | March 27 2012
[image transcription: McSweeney’s: Why write poetry? Lindenberg: I think there is a general misconception that you write poems because you “Have something to say.” I think, actually, you write poems because you have something echoing around in that bone-dome of your skull that you cannot say. Poetry allows us to hold many related tangential notions in very close orbit around each other at the same time. The “unsayable” thing at the center of the poem becomes visible to the poet and reader in the same way that dark matter becomes visible to the astrophysicist. You can’t see it, but by measure of its effect on the visible, it can become so precise a silhouette you can almost know it.]
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You didn’t know what the dream was even about, recalling only the disembodied tangle of limbs and a slick warmth blooming low and hot in your belly.
All you did know when you were finally tugged back into consciousness was that you were panting, sharp humid breaths huffed into the crook of your drool slathered arm, and that you were soaked.
“Shit…” you cursed, whisper barely audible in the silent room.
Still drunk with sleep, you shifted, shoving an arm unceremoniously between the heat of your body and the couch cushions below, teasing downward until your fingers hit their target, and your eyes rolled behind fluttering lashes.
You grinded slowly, sinking back into that delicious fuzzy heat - listening to your own stuttered breaths and the crinkle of leather beneath you. Each creak sounded deafening in the still silence of night, and your pulse jumped with the shame of what you were doing and the vague memory of where you were.
Not that it stopped you, or did anything to cool the white-hot lust swirling in your belly. No, it only made you bite your forearm pitifully, a vein attempt to muffle the desperate little noises slipping free.
Things to say to the trans girl top in your life:
I'd love to have your babies
You could knock me up as many times as you wanted
I'm not on birth control
Would you like some milk?
You look so pretty today, want to breed me about it?
compliments from girls go hard
one of the best feelings is knowing that you’re wanted. knowing that someone wants to talk to you, wants to know how you’re doing, wants to see you.
thinking about “you haven’t met all the people who will love you” and like!!! you also haven’t found all the things that will make you happy!!!! there will always be new authors and musicians and artists whose work you will one day discover and love!!!! there will always be new hobbies and skills for you to learn and feel fulfilled by!!! there will always be new things around the corner that will bring sudden and unexpected happiness!!!!!!!!!!!