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thatgaydemigodnerd

I did a graffiti workshop for school so I made this

DNI: terfs, truscum, trumeds

thatgaydemigodnerd

Bringing this back cause of recent events

#in this day and age. for us to survive is a radical act

dragongirlteeth

Air to air combat is the easiest form of warfare to argue that both parties consent to. Dogfighting is basically kink and it should turn you on at least a little.

skc-official

"yeah this is a totally platonic rivalry" you are literally doing this

transgender-dumpster-princess

This honestly does it all such little justice. You need to know your opponents airframe intimately- how it handles, turns, how much it weights and how it pulls against the air. How to dance with her body elegantly, and all for just a brief moment under the sights. The strain of your body as you pull the stick, the strain of the engines as they try to give all the force you need. All for a glimpse. The blood rushing from your head as you push forward, the fight for elevation, dominance, potential energy. Position is gained slowly and lost quickly. Eagerness can find you vulnerable, under the eye of your enemy. And all they need too, just a brief glimpse. Just one moment under her sights till you’re undone, penetrated, bleeding oil and smoke and shuddering.

daylights-rain

Aircraft Mechanic (angry): Hey! You're trying to fuck my wife!

dirt-secret

i do this cuz i like you

serafinanoir

Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy

wiles-art-blog

It's make a terrible comic day.

allthingswhumpyandangsty

“how do people read yaoi in public?” I literally write gay porn when I’m at work 😭

gemfeathers

itsalwaysdark

you have to be careful reading too many things that are good/smart/well-written bc then you encounter something that isnt and you get confused like ? why didnt they just make this good ? were they stupid

delinquentbookworm

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.