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skywalkerrtno · 2 months
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SLAYY
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ftmgirlie · 4 months
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Detrans Resolutions
I was too late for detrans december, so why not detrans 2024!
last update: jan 3, 2024
Let’s see how far we get hehehe
This will be counted until January 31, however, i’ll immediately start when i get home from the holidays ; )
I hope we can get a whole year of fun though!
every note = a day of letting my hair grow out
every 2 notes = groping my tits for 5 mins for a night
every 5 notes = a day of wearing panties
every 10 notes = a week of keeping my pussy shaved
every 15 notes = I won’t bind for five days
every 20 notes = a week I wear clothes that show off my curves
every 25 notes = I’ll fuck my pussy with my thickest dildo every other day for the rest of the game to remind myself of it’s true purpose
every 50 notes = I’ll go outside with a buttplug without panties or any other underwear
every 75 notes = i’ll skip a shot of t
100 notes = I’ll wear feminine perfume for a month
115 notes = i’ll shave my legs
125 notes = i’ll try to induce lactation
150 notes = i’ll wear lipstick for a month
200 notes = i’ll put my full first dead names on my header
250 notes = i have to keep an edge streak of two weeks to come once
300 notes = i have to get my nails painted once a month and keep it on as long as possible
325 notes = i’ll stretch my holes with an expanding toy every week
350 notes = i’ll try double penetration every 20 notes onward
375 notes = i’ll try pills that help with lactation
400 notes = i’ll make an account on a hookup app
450 notes = i’ll stop birth control
500 notes = i’ll have unprotected sex and try to get bred every 100 notes onwards
600 notes = i get a temporary womb tattoo
700 notes = i have to learn how to cum just from my nipples being played with
800 notes = i cant touch my clit without permission anymore
1000 notes = i stop ordering t vials and i can only use the one i have left until it runs out (its less than 5 ml)
1200 notes = i get a permanent womb tattoo
1500 notes = i get my ears pierced and wear feminine/dangly earrings every day
2000 notes = getting my nipples pierced (note: i may have to delay this to induce lactation better)
4000 notes = i get my clit pierced
5500 notes + submit suggestions in my asks/dms if you have any (i’ll most likely add them + i loooove submissions)
5000 notes = i publicly announce my detransition and return to womanhood
spamming encouraged! do your worst!
i’ll be posting an update on the total count of everything on jan 31!
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anastasiasis · 2 months
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bigcutiebonnie · 1 month
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Can you handle this FAT Bunny on top?🐰🥚 🔥OnlyFans🔥
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malkhola · 1 month
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inkskinned · 9 months
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you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.
you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.
he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.
a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.
he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.
you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.
people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.
wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.
also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.
he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."
you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.
"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."
he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.
you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.
is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?
you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.
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speedl00ver · 4 months
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Maki Oze
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I cannot stop thinking about getting pregnant it’s like a constant itch I can’t scratch, I wanna be fucked and bred by hard hot cock, I want my fertile womb pumped full of cum, I want to be continually fucked until my pregnancy test comes out positive. I need to be mated I need to be pregnant, I need a man to show me my place in society and make me his baby machine
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hecateslore · 4 months
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based off of this little thought I had in the am.
TW: mentions of death and dying
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Simon sat in the living room alone, his baby girl swaddled tightly in his arms. He watched her soft resting face, her little brow twitches and soft sleepy smiles. Only home for a week, he was so used to his little girl. Her sleep interrupted by a kiss on the cheek from her father, she let out a soft mewl, “‘m sorry baby” he says smiling down at the newborn. 
“Such a pretty baby” running his finger over her soft hair. “You’re a big girl, hurt mummy” he said adjusting her position, big brown eyes staring back up at him.  He watches her closely, hoping he could stay like this forever. Bringing her closer to his face to smell her, Baby soap and milk.  
You enter the living room, bottle in hand watching as he holds the baby. 
She looks so small in his arms, He looks so at peace, touching her little ears, trying to remember every detail of her. “You wanna feed her?” you ask, taking a seat next to him. He nods, taking the four ounce bottle, placing the nipple in your daughter's mouth. He chuckles at the baby's grunts. “'I'm leavin' in a bit.” Now it was your turn to nod, speechless. 
A heavy feeling sat in Simon's chest, would this be the last time? His hold on the baby became a bit tighter as his mind drifted. Simon never feared death, he wasn’t afraid of dying.There’d been multiple occasions where death seemed like the only option. But when it came to leaving the two of you behind? He was terrified. Your daughter's wail of discomfort snapped him out of his thoughts. Pulling the bottle away from her mouth, he takes the neatly swaddled blanket off her ( He paid really close attention in the hospital, now it’s the only way she sleeps:( ) holding her tummy to tummy, staring at those brown eyes. “I probably have to get goin’ ” he frowns at the baby, rubbing her tiny back. “Be a good girl for papa” he whispers then smells her one last time, kissing the crown of her head for a moment. 
Simon stands, baby still in arms, “Come walk me out.” He walks towards the front door and you follow behind.  He holds her tight, swaying back and forth, kissing the crown of her head, rubbing his fingertips on her back. Praying to whatever and whomever, Just get me there and bring me back. Just get me there and Bring me back home. 
need a domesticated Simon BAADDDD
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glossytreasures · 6 months
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