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you're all joking about not wearing earplugs to concerts, right? we're not out here rawdogging 120dB. right.

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Many lgbt teenagers and young adults growing up on the internet today have socially conservative beliefs that they voice at all times that they got from their conservative parents which they’ve never challenged because they think the life experience of being gay or trans makes them politically progressive

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while kissing my cat's little head: you're a problem *smooch* you're a terror *smooch* you're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*

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Léo Forest Leo Forest (b. 1985, based Paris, France) - Chat, 2023, Drawings: Pencil, Charcoal, Pastel on Paper

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it's good for your mental health to have mutuals who are wildly horny about kinks which do nothing at all for you

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I see a post, that asks the question "you are now married to your phone background, how fucked are you?"

I close the app and look. When was the last time I considered my phone background? I can't even remember it.

On the screen before me is a purple wildflower, a bergamot, or "bee balm" plant, photographed in North Dakota in 2019 in a family member's back yard.

I am married to a bergamot. She is tall and shapely, moreso than myself, though her choice of purple raiments matched closely my own. She is my favorite color. Maybe that's how we met? Why I decided to woo her?

My wife the bergamot is a socialite. She has more friends than I. Every morning she gossips with a cabbage white butterfly, and cruelly shares their secrets with the rusty patched bumblebees, who compete for her affections with the domesticated aapis mellifera, which trail at her purple coattails like lapdogs.

Her favorite friend, however, is the ruby throated hummingbird. More insect than avian though it does contain a vertebral column, it iridesces like green beetle wings and in my heart I feel jealousy as my bergamot bride and the hummingbird kiss.

I sit with her for a season. Under the sun and the heat and the biting flies. She is covered in dewdrops and in spiders. I spare her from caterpillars and lavish my affections on her with a cup of water.

The world turns at last to its cool side, my bergamot changes her purple coat to her dusty toned night gown. She lies down to sleep and is buried beneath a bed of fresh snow come October.

Love so fleeting, marriage so brief, could I forget my bergamot and move on? Could my love be perennial and evergreen even when my beloved is not? It is winter and my bride is dead. How fucked am I?

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actually very very grateful for the online slash long distance friendships and connections ive made on this hellsite and i don’t think i say that enough but!!!!!!!! i love you all so so much besties in my phone

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Do you ever miss a character from a show but not like in the way that you want to rewatch the whole show because theres so much stuff going on and thats not what youre looking for but you miss your boy

#me with eddie munson #ion care about nobody else's ass #especially noah schnapp and brett gelman's bitch asses #yall know what yall did

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The biggest red flags in town

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shair fic

shu x chair!reader. if you know you know

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, suggestive, dom shu and submissive reader, reader is a chair

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He comes to you in the dark, a man of none other than his own namesake, often enough that you’ve come to expect him at least regularly. But tonight the lights are dimmed than usual, and the pulsing purple lights color his face enough for the flames behind his head to halo him.

This is a practiced ritual: Shu enters to connect with you before exiting stage right, but now, you’re alone with him and his darkness.

He traces a clawed finger along your spine, ridging between your crevices as he leaves a long, sultry scratch behind. You’ve come to expect the motion but the look in his eyes tonight is like none other. How could it compare? Every day is an unrepeatable show, but tonight is the apex of your encounters.

Shu leans along your frame. Haah, the contact. What a drug. He pushes your buttons while you take it wordlessly, obediently.

He presses forward, pushing you along with him, chest skimming you as you teeter. Despite this, his grip on you is strong. He’s the one in control and you’re nothing more than his tool.

But he still needs you to feel satisfied, to put on a real show.

He slams his heel as he steps on you.

The impact sends you reeling but Shu pats no mind to it. You can handle it, after all. You’ve taken much worse than this; how could he use you if you buckled under just a little pressure?

The spotlights cast mysterious shadows through his sleeves. Dim blue highlights the contours of his leg. His leggings stretch and shine under the light, gleaning enough hints of the muscle along his thighs, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking at the backside of his shorts. It just so happens to jiggle, and your lap is his perfect seat.

Shu sits not like a king, but rather the consort that knows he has the lord wrapped around his thumb. He’s warm on top of you, and nonchalantly crosses his legs to the side while you feel his weight.

He presses into you more, and spreads his legs. Shu’s thighs roll along your wood. Another thud of his ass into your lap, and an alien look flits through his eyes. They burn bright galactic purple, locking you in a trance, a victim to his allure.

If your attention wasn’t captured enough, he rolls his broad shoulder, bare between his sleeves and flowy turtleneck. His toned arm trails behind, and you have the privilege of watching the muscle contort to fit as he drapes his arm around your back, pulling you close.

His nails scrape along your wood once again, snapping your gaze back to him. He stares at you in your entirety, letting the nails graze you while his other hand holds a finger to his mouth. He expects you to play your silent part even though he’s planning his next move to perform on you, too.

So you shudder at the heat he leaves under his fingertips, and driven by desire, brace for whatever he’d like to tempt you with next.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

#im on the outside looking but you know what its fine #whatever happened with nijien and that mf chair was definitely Something huh #shu yamino x reader #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino smut

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The excitement on both their parts for "Him" returning to this plane of existence, Phil handing Dan the knife to make the blood sacrifice, Dan then saying He will require blood straight from the source (Phil) and Phil saying he will willingly give it, this isn't even the homoeroticism of an unwilling sacrifice, it's two equally fucked up dedicated devotees who are codependent and enablers to each other, it's the way they only fit together with each other because of the rough edges, it's the way Satan always looms behind the Lovers, the way He is present in the backdrop (here and in the Devil tarot card) but the lovers linked together are in the foreground, the Devil is only the symbol of a bond, what the image is about at the end of the day is the bond itself, anyway anyone else wanna go crazy about this with me?

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Why am I like this

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Today's Seals Are: Slugs

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drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, romeo

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I am once again upset at the forced interest in creativity

I think that having so many thoughts and ideas and ways you want to talk about things going on in the world

and having it fall on uncaring ears is a little painful every time is happens.

It’s not a secret that I’m still in school right? Right. Last year I was in a social studies fair competition and got to state, didn’t win. Tried again this year, didn’t get past the school level. (I got some big ass bones to pick about it, dw.)

I have so many topics for ideas I want to write. And I want to talk about it to teachers who assign these things. But a part of me wants my idea to be written perfectly and in the way I see it. If you’re doing this for a grade, don’t write it. Write because you have a passion for it. And a lot of the time, I feel like I’m the only person who cares about the things I do.

like US imperialism and foreign affairs and how it has lead to the decrease in quality of life for those in countries we’ve colonized, past and present. (See Puerto Rico and hurricane maria)

I don’t want to write it for a news company that’s kissing ass to the government, I don’t want a random ass kid to write my thoughts either. I cant stomach the thought of what it seems to be selling my idea is like.

I don’t want to write it for a competition where I’m judged on my ability to answer questions, and not the passion I have, and the fluttering in my chest I get when I’m given the opportunity to be heard and seen and felt.

I also have some issues with STEAM (science, technology, engineering, arts, and math)

anyone in school can tell you that out of STEAM, only STEM is cared about. And the “S” is thrown out so quickly if you’re not the scientist someone wants you to be.

when I initially wanted to go into journalism (before realizing it was some bullshit, and I wasn’t gonna spend my major on interviewing celebrities) I was having to claw and dig for colleges and opportunities. When we had college and career fairs, none of them offered writing or journalism or English majors. What the actual fuck man. What happened to the “A” in Stem?

why is there such a disinterest in arts careers. Do we really need that many more engineers. And the nurses in high school now, are they aware that they’re going to be undervalued and overworked??

is my brain not as “valuable” because I succeed in creative careers. Are my thoughts not as valued? Do I matter any less?

I so badly want people to wake up and realize what’s happening in front of them but so many people are so ignorant and uncaring. It makes my blood boil.

and this leads to me wanting to create my own professional blog/something somewhere where my thoughts are valued where I can speak on what I want to and actually be HEARD. And talked to and have detailed conversations. Anyway.

I’m gonna go back to writing my erotica.

#I have so many thoughts man #Archivist fic might get finished tonight idk

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