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Stranger Things
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
cherry valley forever
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One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost

#extradirty
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle

Origami Around
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oozey mess

Kaledo Art

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horny shit but also shit posts
(also btw if you are seeing this bc I gave you One Billion Notifications I'm sorry I must just love the blog but will stop if told to)
you have to love that cringe girl. you have to commit to her bit.
pomni cures her girlfriends baldness thank fuckingGod
my biggest most perverse dream is to get clocked by another tgirl in public who then comes up to me and asks if we could be friends
Exhibitionist? No. You’re a show dog and I’m treating you like one.
Each morning your outfit is chosen for you. Picked not for your taste, or the style you thought was yours, but because I want to show off specific features. Chosen because I want to show off the lines and curves of your body. Chosen because that’s how I want to advertise you to everyone that might see you through the day.
Your coat and nails will be handled by a professional. They’ll wash you, touching you everywhere you once thought was personal and private. You’ll be spoken over as it’s decided for you what style, what cut, what shade will be the best to frame your face. More importantly, they have to consider what’s in season. Your look will be kept current, clean, and pristine. If you give them trouble you’ll be put in a slip lead, tied off by the collar to the table and kept still by hands used to dealing with nippy dogs. Too much trouble and they’ll muzzle you before continuing.
If you embarrass me I’ll drop you off drugged to your next appointment.
We’ll spend hours training the way you walk. With a collar around your throat and a taut leash you’ll learn to keep perfect step at my side. You’ll learn to turn and halt with the smallest adjustment, the smallest tug of your leash. You’ll learn to keep your steps even, regardless of the pace or what I might have dressed you in. You’ll be expected to show this same level of respect, obedience, and focus to anyone I hand your leash to. If I decide I want to see you paraded around the ring by someone you’ve never met, you’ll be expected to follow. Match their pace without ever looking back or pulling. Show me I can trust your training even away from me, that you’ll work to present and behave in the manner I’ve come to expect from you regardless of distance.
You’ll be expected to hold perfectly still as strangers examine your body under glaring lights. They’ll touch along your back, down your tummy, and between your legs. You’ll be overwhelmed with the simple joy a dog has when it knows it’s doing something right. Just hold still. Let them do as they need to. Just hold still and behave.
You’ll see yourself on the TV when I invite our friends over to watch your latest performance.
“Look at that strut”
“Such a beautiful coat!”
“The judge’s hands must have been cold, look at the goosebumps!”
I’ll call you over, the star of the hour. I’ll show them all the tricks I’ve taught you, all the work I’ve put into your socialization.
The same way the judge’s hands roamed and explored your body, our friends will do the same. They’ll comment loudly over the way your skin twitches and muscles dance. They’ll giggle to each other as they see how excited you get at the idea of performing once more.
You’ll never hesitate to follow along with their poking and prodding. You’ll never consider what these people used to be to you, or the social bonds you once had. You’ll never consider who or what you once were.
Just a show dog.
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You have to love the t girl, okay?
You have to love her when it's easy.
You have to love her when it's hard.
You have to love her when she's spiralling.
You have to love her when she's recovering.
You have to love her when she fucks up.
You have to love her when she's doing great.
You have to love her when she's closetted. When she's not ready, when she's afraid to be herself.
You have to love her when she's depressed, when she's euphoric, when she's stressed and ill and relaxed.
You have to love her when she's vulnerable.
You have to love her when she's curled in on herself, hiding that gaping hole in her heart. When she's pushing you away and deflecting and protecting herself.
You have to love her when she's hurt.
You have to love her when she's happy. When all the cares in the world have melted away and she's in the moment and looking at something and wearing that smile you never see, when just for a moment, everything is okay.
You have to love her when she's so busy loving others that she isn't being loved herself.
You have to love her when she's losing herself.
You have to love her when she's disabled. When she can't eat, or clean or do anything but cry. When she can't stand or walk, when she can't see or hear.
You have to love her when she's in pain.
You have to love her when she's not herself.
You have to love her when she's someone else.
You have to love her when she feels hollow. When she feels like she's little more than a mass of flesh and bones that once had the idea of emotion.
You have to love her when she reads this and goes "yes, except for me".
You have to love yourself, okay?
the amazing digital transgender glow up
Jax haters will do anything but admit that maybe being trapped in a virtual reality for years while being a suicidal closeted trans woman with a shitty real life ON TOP of grieving the only friend you had might eventually make you a jerk who's not exactly enjoyable to be around.
Just saying.
AREN’T YOU LOVELY?
Okay sure. It's probably "unethical" to brainwash a girl so deeply that her own internal sense of identity revolves around devotion to me and nothing else. Sure, it's "unethical" to make little audio files for her to play that reinforce the aforementioned brainwashing whenever I'm not physically with her. To have her so irrevocably marked by my presence that she views everything in the world through the lens of whether it would please me or not. However
However it'd be really fun and she'd look adorable with her sense of self replaced by a need to obey me. And I should kiss her about it because she'll get all weak in the knees and stay up late at night thinking about how it felt to have me that close, spending the entire time repeating a prayer-esque mantra and whimpering over how lovely it feels to deepen her own devotion. Plus it'll feel really good, and she wants to be controlled anyway. Well. At the very least she'll believe that soon enough.
Do you think when two girls frotted for the fiirst time ever that an angel was born?
fuuuck accidentally mixed up dowsing rods and sounding rods and now my pepeneus can detect freshwater springs
"omg baby i'm so wet"
i know
how it felt to fight mad mew mew’s body dysphoria while hatsune miku serenades me in the bg
Uh hey can't help noticing that when I approach you right now my interaction prompt is showing Use instead of Talk
i hate it when people mistake "etymology" with "entomology." like, i know where they coming from but it still bugs me