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[perverted-asexual]

Every day tumblr users get closer and closer to saying you can only be trans in a god honouring way.

Edit: my problem is with the comparison and trying to rate people's transness and who's more transgressive. If you attempt to turn this into a trans guys vs trans girls post you are missing the point.

[belimah]

Fushiguro Toji. / art by ADDIN

[undead-knick-knack]

Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine :)

[gawki]

Abolish these losers!!!! 🖕🖕

!!!!

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@hookieduke

@maliveth

!!!!

[ploppymeep]

Does max have a silk press or is it a wig or is that his hair texture I need to know

He has a SILK PRESS!!!!!!!! His natural hair texture is type 4a-4b, it’s a little inconsistent in texture because his moms hair is a loose wavy texture and his dads is 4c

Here is…. My diagram….. I have a whole thing in my head about his psyche in connection to his hair, hes very particular about it.

Even when he wore it natural as a kid he always preferred it to be heavily styled, he has a big control complex so if he can have somethung done in a meticulous way where nothing will be out of place or unpredictable he WILL do it, which is why around middleschool he was big on braids [still occasionally wears braids as an adult but back then it was his go-to]

BUT unfortunately coupled with that control complex is also his self imposed deranged complex surrounding conformity [despite what it may seem, given his flare for the eccentric] imagine like American psycho levels of Someone desiring to fit into basically the American ideal of people who are “#1” in society, but instead of already being a white cis male like Bateman hes essentially the antithesis of that ideal. and yet he still chases that ideal. So as you can imagine he is a deeply deeply insecure individual [he would never admit this, hes Mr bigshot confidence after all] and it essentially drives everything he does subconsciously. Which leads to him starting to straighten his hair when he starts highschool which he never stops doing [he occasionally rocks other styles, hes not totally against his natural texture but he doesn’t prefer jt ^ points back at the insecurities framed by the ideals of a racist society]. Hes essentially raised incredibly spoiled and privileged with everything he could want handed to him on a silver platter, and yet it will never be enough simply because he was born who he is. Afro-Latino, very obviously queer, very obviously mentally ill. He is a transman but he doesn’t realize this until he has like a mental break in senior year of hs and only “accepts” that and transitions in his mid 20s, and even then thats not something he really talks about outwardly, so being born and raised and living a lot of his life as a black woman also contributes to all of that, and is essential to his life experience a aswell

Sorry I went off on a crazy tangent, but all this to say YES….. IT IS A SILK PRESS…….

Small edit: I FORGOT TO SAY, THE FLY AWAYS ARE AN ESSENTIAL PART OF HIS DESIGN because they sort of symbolize that entire futile chase. He’s never able to get it to sit right and perfect and controlled like he wants nomatter how hard he tries

⬇️ here’s an old timeline of his hairstyles

I hope any of this makes sense it’s 6am LOLLLLLLLLL

[satorules]

⋆ 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 : 𝟙𝟠+ ⋆ 𝕞𝕕𝕟𝕚 ⋆ masturbation ⋆ voyeurism ⋆

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who kinda makes your college experience a living hell. how are you getting bullied by another grown man in college??? doesn’t he have anything better to do???

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who likes to distract you in the lessons you share. likes to “accidentally” spill coffee all over your notes, to block your path when walking to make you late, to corner you in the halls and whisper filthy things in your ear that make you squirm and push him away.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who does it for the reaction, who gets off on the way you cuss him out, shove at his shoulder. he still thinks about the time you slapped him in the face after one particular comment about the perfect “o” shape of your lips while you concentrated on work.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who wants your attention at all times, good or bad, whether he’s making you mad or getting a rare chuckle from you. it fuels him, the memories causing his stomach to swirl when he fucks his fist in the dead of night.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who grabs your phone one day and shivers with delight when you tell him not to “fucking break it,” and go back to sweating over your notes, over the fundamentals he’s already learned and mastered.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru leaves you distracted and stressed, taking your phone with him as he saunters to the bathroom, unlocking it with the passcode you swore no one else knew.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who ventures to your camera roll, looking for anything that can be used for blackmail, stumbling on something you hoped would be for your eyes only.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru whose pants get tight as he stares at a series of pictures in the middle of the array of photos, highlighting something pretty and lacy, dark purple against your skin as it hugs your tits.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who groans into the stillness of the bathroom when he notices it’s a set, a matching pair of panties with a heart cut-out right above your cunt, and he goes to send the photos to himself from your device, one hand hurriedly pressing in his number, the other unbuckling his belt.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who presses send and feels the vibration as the message goes through, rubbing himself roughly over his boxers and going back to the pictures to just stare.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who pulls his cock out and spits in his palm, head thumping against the stall wall when he starts fisting his cock slow, not only thinking about the photos, but about how upset you’ll be when you see the message thread where he sent them to himself.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who grunts, thumb brushing the vein on the underside of his cock as he imagines your angry voice yelling at him, fire in your eyes, hands banging against his chest, mouth curled in disgust.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who lips curl into a grin, biting his bottom lip, fist tightening around his cock when he thinks of how it would be with you under him, still trying to curse his name while he fucks you in your pretty purple lingerie set.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who pumps his cock, so close to completion when he notices the time in the corner of the screen. he sighs, locking your phone and stuffing his still hard cock into the waistband of his pants, making his way back to class right before lecture ends.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who slides in next to you, placing your phone face down on the table. catching your glance out the side of your eye, he makes a niche comment about purple looking good on you.

⋆ pervy bully!suguru who grins wickedly when you freeze, turning to him slow, teeth gritted and ready to scream, all the while his cock throbs in his pants in anticipation.

⋆ 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 >>>

⋆ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ⋆ 

[mrs-meeks-martin]

did you ever do the ethan landry econ kinktober i can’t find it 😢

I WAS AT ECON!

KINKTOBER ENTRY #6.

summ. was he really at econ, or was he too busy fucking you?

warnings:(almost) caught in the act, dom-ish ethan, subbish reader, ethan isn’t ghostface in this fic haha, secret relationship, immediate sex flashbacks, pretty much all smut, chad yells at ethan for like two seconds, reader rides ethan, use of y/n once :>

ethan was always an easy target. whether it was bullying, rumors, what have you. especially the ghostface rumors. he was always susceptible to those due to his quiet demeanor and weird interests in the stab movies. he knew it would come back to bite him someday-

for perfect example, right now. chad is ripping ethan a new one because this is the third time he hasn’t been present when ghostface showed up. coincidence? he thinks not. it just so happens that ethan doesn’t have an explanation.

chad is usually never the angry type, but he seems to have made an exception for ethan. “this is the last time im tolerating this shit. your story better be straight, or else i rip your throat out right here-”

all of the sudden, ethan blurts something out.

“i was at econ! i mean, me and y/n were studying for econ. a-ask her, she- she knows! i swear-”

chad looks at you, as if for confirmation. he raises a brow, and you slowly nod, almost hesitantly, validating his story. little do they know..

YESTERDAY

ethan’s cock finally impales you fully as you fully sit down on it, the dull, crown-like head brushing your sopping walls, eliciting a soft moan from you. “eth, fuck..”

“a-are you okay? you’re okay, right?- fuck!” all of the sudden, you start bouncing. you set a brutal pace, ethan’s toes curling in a last ditch effort to get him from cumming so quick. “wait, wait- holy shit-”

and then a knock on the door gets the attention of both of you.

“hey- ethan? do you know where chad is?” mindy’s voice, easily recognizable echoes through the door. he panics, but it doesn’t stop you. you keep riding him slowly, in desperate need for more friction. he snaps his hips up, making you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood just so you don’t make noise.

“don’t- don’t fucking move.” he whispers shakily, getting ready to answer mindy’s question. he clears his throat as he speaks. “oh, yeah- i think he went out- shit..”

“he went out? are you serious? he told me that he’d be here!” she groans dramatically, and ethan can easily infer that she’s most likely sinking down on the wall right now. not that it matters, anyway- because he’s too busy sinking his cock into your plush walls. he bucks his hips, grabbing yours to still you as he softly thrusts into you, giving you the friction you wanted.

“y-yeah, must suck- aah-” ethan lets out a strangled moan as you clench him particular hard, causing mindy to start.

“are you good?”

“yeah- just- um.. just cut- cut myself. shit…” he blabbers out a half-assed lie, his brain working solely on the desire to fuck you.

“do you want to help me look for him, or…?”

“o-oh, um, i-im- cumming! fuck- u-uh…” he finally reaches his climax, his hot cum pouring into you. bummer, you didn’t even get to finish. as black and white specks fade from his vision, mindy calls out to him.

“i’ll give you like, six minutes to get ready then, loser. im serious, ill leave you!”

“r-right…” he groans, slowly pulling you off of him. “i’ll pay you back, i swear. im sorry-” he cringes, seeming a bit embarrassed.

“who’re you talking to?” what the- mindy’s still here?!

“nobody!!”

a/n: i know i don’t really use y/n that much anymore but i really couldn’t find another way to incorporate it and im already irritated as fuck. this is the best yall gonna get.. im so burnt out lel