#a few thoughts

[bisexual-sensuality]

IMHO: One man's thoughts on a variety of Tumblr posts.

Shaved p****ys on women do absolutely nothing for me. The younger and skinnier, the more I find it creepy as someone looks underage. Really like nicely trimmed. Still would never turn shaved away.

Men, shaved no, nicely trimmed, absolutely.

Cock Rings, Absolutely! Drive me crazy.

Pierced nipples women, love it. Men middle of the road.

Pierced Penis, I cannot even look without being traumatized. You men are far braver than me.

Older women in great shape, Drives me crazy. 50 year old women should not look like 20 year olds. There are a lot of really sexy beautiful Moms next Door out there.

Amateur porn, all the way! AI, highly doctored photos, not interested.

People who say about penis's, you've seen one, seen them all. I must just be a crazy cock-loving slut because I am helpless around a nice thick and big dick.

Great smiles on naked people, Absolutely love. I love being naked, don't know how people aren't smiling when they are.

Tumblr photos that are spontaneous and natural, especially when people are flashing in public.

Any type of humiliation or degradation involving sex of any kind is something I will never understand or take part in. My wife tying me up to the bed with a smile while wearing her biggest strap-on, now that's good loving!

MM, FF, all other combinations. There just isn't enough porn out there focused on how erotic and sensual caressing your partners body is. Oil puts it over the top!

Tumblr porn that you know is really sex, not some pose.

Boomers who are still having amazing sex with a few more wrinkles and pounds but thanking God everyday for a great sex life that would make our our adult children cringe.

Happy 2026! Love people, love sex, be kind.

[geopsych]

The reason for posting some of my favorite pictures from each month last year wasn’t to show off my luck or the quality of my picture-taking. What I was trying to show was that even in a year that felt bad as often as 2022 there were good and beautiful things.

I had a rough year with my depression and I know I’m not alone. But even during the darkest times, when I was too damaged to fully appreciate it, the world away from the news and the internet went on being beautiful and filled with full-hearted life. Seeds turned into brand new plants. Birds arrived from the south, staked out territories, made nests and made brand new birds. Trees that were hundreds of years old bloomed and formed seeds and nuts. Much more: fungi, lichens, insects, all kinds of creatures, life, life, life, plus stones and earth and water and sky where it’s always Now.

While we’re all in our heads there’s still a real world, the one we were born into, out there to touch and hear and feel. It’s what saves me. When all kinds of horrors are being displayed in front of you or in your mind, try to touch something, even just a building or a tree, look at the sky, notice the plants growing in cracks in the pavement. It might help.

This is your world although people will try to convince you otherwise. You belong here as much as anyone. There’s a friend buried deep in the world and it loves you for exactly what you are. You don’t even have to believe it. And if you pay attention once in a while it might wink at you in some way only you would understand. You don’t have to tell anyone. You can just treasure it and hold it in your heart and maybe it will heal you just a bit.

At any rate I hope somehow some good comes to you in 2023!

[austinslounge]

Just a few thoughts:

To me, it is highly sus of DeuxMoi to be posting just about every single little blind item that comes in with Austin's name on it, linking him to all kinds of women, when:

There are zero pictures

No validity at all

One blind is based on an Instagram follow (Emily)

Another is based on a random blind item sent in by an Anon (Kendall)

And this most recent one is sent in by an Anon who claims there's been a "sighting", but again, ZERO pictures (Madelyn)

Yet -- When blinds were sent in that were actually believable and credible about Lewis and [Redacted] , especially after they had already been spotted spending time in Cabo together, she's suddenly SILENT about those blind items. 🙄

If you all can't see something really suspicious with that, then idk what else to say.

Deuxmoi would rather post random blinds about Austin possibly being with random women (I swear, it's a new one every week it seems), instead of actually posting credible blinds that may have some merit about her Nepo friend.

Let that sink in.

[voideadd]

men

[archadoodle]

id love 2 know more about ur thoughts about dirksol

they are two cringefail losers that are fucking NERDS

most of my deranged thoughts might only make sense in my fic (go read it smile chapter six will be out today) so i dont really wanna spoil it BUT here are a few words about my sillies

so in my heart theyre a mix of pitch and pale, which to be real i havent seen much anywhere of so hear my thoughts. so first theyre more in pitch gay love, then they see "oh shit hes kinda fucked up" with the other and then they start to become a lot more pale and take more care of eachother while still having that pitch rivalry, and using that rivalry to help better eachother. so like when dirk is on one of his self-hatred spirals, sollux will bitch slap him out of it and ask if he wants to play factorio and they will spend the day together.

[kaddyssammlung]

I need a new challenge.

It's in my nature to get bored fast and then seek something strange, crazy or extreme. I did a marathon and now what? Ultra marathon?! Ultra trail marathon?! Getting back into dancing? Do something else with my YouTube channel before I end not uploading there anymore because creating videos is boring?! Wait...I found new music through that whole thing. I know my channel is not that popular and I don't care. I tried something new. No big deal. I crave something but I don't know what it is.

[flowersandspacestuff]

Be Free, Be Nothing

Live to die for love, die to live for love.

It is so easy to slip back into the harmful old self destructive habits when things go hard. When you feel this draw begin to happen, just remember to look first for the beautiful places, give yourself permission to be imperfect, but first look for the beautiful places, before you turn and impale yourself again upon the thorny veil of your suffering, of your illusion that covers the open door.

When the wind blows, and the door is open, do not close the door, even if it is cold, for the air is life. Throw yourself wide open and open every window too, and be grateful if it freezes you and be grateful if it is gentle too, but do not confuse the fan or the heater for the breath of the Earth, do not trade the precious intensity of life for the safe and settling of a movie that you'll never be.

When the bugs come in, because your screen is broken, remember that they are living too, gently guide them back into the true light of life outside, remember that they did not mean to follow false hope to disturb you, they are only searching too.

When the vampires suck your blood, remember that your blood is not your own in the personal sense, but it is the gift given through you to the hungry, and you are the one feeding as well as the one being fed upon.

When you wish to run away, you may say it, but wait before the threshold a moment, and as you say goodbye, remember that it is the same as your hello, as you worry for the future and struggle with your past, remember that all you seek and flee from will follow you wherever you go, yet always slip from your grasp. As you strive to find yourself, and as you strive to escape your soul, know that these are only the clockwise and counterclockwise turning of the handle of the well. You are not only the stone, you are not only the water, you are not only the underground rivers that feed the hold, yet somewhere in between, you are the nourishing and the nourished, their union, and the space between.