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notbeingnoticed · 4 months
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What is something about lesbian sex you wish someone had told you?
Your hand/wrist will start cramping, and it will hurt like a bitch. You just gotta push through (no pun intended)
It doesn't matter how closely they shave. You will end up with a little "mustache" of redness on your upper lip after going down on your girl.
Just because you're a lesbian doesn't mean you don't need lube.
Jaw cramps are a thing
Don't be afraid to breathe during oral sex.
Just because you have the same body parts doesn't mean they like the same things. Everyone is different. Don't pretend you know someone when you don't.
YOU CAN STILL SPREAD STDs EVEN WITH YOUR FINGERS.
Cut your nails.
Sex isn't only about penetration.
If you're really self-conscious about making a mess, try putting a few towels (or six) down first.
Virginity is a made-up concept.
Yeast infections are super common with new partners so don’t be afraid to go to urgent care.
Don't fake moans or fake an orgasm. They'll think you like what they're doing and they'll do it forever, which will only leave you unsatisfied.
Keep a tall glass of hot water on by the bedside and keep the dildo dipped in it until you're ready to go.
Love and sex are two completely different things.
Porn is not a good place to learn how to pleasure a clit but if they want you to run their clit like you’re scrubbing a frying pan, do it.
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stil-lindigo · 2 years
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fishing twine.
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a short comic about a lesbian fisherwoman and her dubiously healthy relationship with her sea monster girlfriend.
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perfectlyfrosty · 3 months
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For this momentous event of our beloved Hiccup, what is your most favorite thing about him?
And if I say everything? Honestly, I love all of him, his personality, his life, everything he has done, all of his unbelievable achievements and every funny little gesture he makes, i love his fluffy looking hair, his beautiful and wonderfully green eyes, his cute nose, the incredible amount of freckles on his face, the tiny braids in his hair, the little scar on his chin, I love his smile, I love the way he talks and uses body language, I love how funny and sassy he is, how kind and compassionate he is, as well as brave. I love how smart he is, inventing and creating things and ideas that don’t even exist in this time, how strong he is, having the strength to push through and forget about everything he was taught all his life to save the life of a dragon, and to stand against his father and entire village just to prove to them that dragons weren’t what they made them out to be. I love how good of a friend he is to Toothless, how he chats with him and plays with him, and how they do everything together. I love how amazing of a leader, chief, friend, son and father he is. I love his soul and his heart. I love his story and everything he stands for. He is an incredible person.
Happy birthday, Hiccup. May your story continue to exist and inspire people for many many more years 💚🐉
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pablobeecaso · 6 months
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Things that me and cars have in common:
-sometimes go honk
-sometimes has to go slow
-struggles going up stairs
-needs many different liquids to function
-cannot eat gluten
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geminicrisis · 2 years
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the four knights of the apocalypse
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emmaspolaroid · 1 year
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facts about Norman:
lactose intolerant
afraid of dogs
afraid of squirrels
always cold
always being cold is a good excuse to wear thick sweaters because if his clothes aren’t heavy enough he will float away into space
probably likes overnight oats :/
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None of us have really moved in yet but I can already tell how much this place will mean to us someday. to have this place is like having a promise that life will no longer be dull. There is something so special about sharing a home with your best friends. I love them both so much and I love how they are already turning this space into something more by adding personal touches as they go.
There is a white arch painted over our kitchen window, which is completely unnecessary except for aesthetic reasons. It was deliberately added to make the space more personal, to make it ours. I like to think of it as proof that we can make decisions together and we do it well. And someday soon it will brighten the space while we cook together and argue over what spices to use. And it will be there to see who can find the most ridiculous cookbook and who steals the others' cereal the most and who mixes the meanest drink and on and on and on. There will be life lived under this small decision.
There is a wall in R's bedroom that was spontaneously painted dark blue which was already a surprise, and the next time I stopped by it had been turned into a starry sky. The room was empty and already so full of personality that all Ikea homes can die jealous. I am proud to be friends with the person this room belongs to, and I can't wait to put that kind of heartfelt commitment into the rest of the place. The meticulous care and talent it took to get the stars just right is something inspiring and frightening to live this close to, I hope I will be better able to describe it in the future. It matches R so well, the careful attention and whimsy of it all. I wonder if R knows how far they will go, either way, it only seems right that they sleep amongst the stars. The starry sky reminds me of everything else I've ever seen R create and I can't wait to see more. What a privilege to know I will see more. What a privilege to live door to door with the night sky.
There is gold dust everywhere in B's room right now. Two walls are night blue, two are in an equally dark shade of grey and have been viciously attacked with gold dust. It clings to the walls in artistically uneven bursts and proves that this is not the room of any random college student but of someone with big ideas who has it in them to care. And while this was a sensibly planned and well-thought-out idea, much in contrast to the spontaneous artistic outburst that is R's room, the execution of it was a mess of trial and error. I hope we experience more chaos of the likes and I hope we keep that kind of commitment and I hope we will continue to care this much about everything in our home. Right now the gold looks suspiciously like a reflection of B's temperament; energetic outbursts of ideas and ambition with occasional dark moods in between, special to know and bright all the while.
There will be a little bit of all of us in the hallway. I want anyone who knows us to take one step in and know this is where we live. And I don't care that it will most likely end up messy and cluttered, so long as it feels like home. I can already see R's closet pressed to one wall because their room is too small to keep it there. A large mirror to the other, and pictures pinned to every bit of remaining space in-between. A shelf with books we trade amongst ourselves in the center. If I can convince the others, I will put down a yellow rug to tie it all together because that's the kind of piece that requires commitment and adds personality. And in the end, if the hallway could speak, it would say; 'this is us, and every piece here has a story from the forest green tapestry in the bathroom to the wooden secondhand kitchen table that cost no more than 20 bucks. This is home.'
There is a blue wall in my bedroom too. And I was the first one of us to choose blue as my accent color, to decide that I will not live in plain white walls just because adding color means I have to paint over them again someday. My room has character in its shape as is often the case in old buildings, I want to preserve that. I've used blue to accentuate some oddities like the nook where there used to be a door that will soon hold my desk. It is not quite complete yet and I have to find a way to soften some of its harder edges before it feels like home but I don't doubt that the others will help me. It's spacious and different and the exposed light bulbs I choose for a lamp make it feel brighter and bigger than it ought to be, a little like what speculating about our future feels like right now. I might switch them out for ones with warmer light but right now they are just right to sit under and dream.
When I decided to add color, I thought I was being overbearing again, that the others wouldn't care. But now we all have blue in our rooms and I can't wait to see in what other ways they will prove me wrong. All of a sudden I feel my life is a life worth romanticizing, and I have a favorite color again. They may never read this but silently I will continue to care, and whenever I now see blue, I will think; 'how wonderful and fortunate to know, I'm not the only one who cares' .
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The Tamales are the best part 🫔
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josefinemarch · 2 years
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give me book recs that are just like one of us is lying and all of this is true pls . requirements: must be drama and teen angst and lots of plot twists and secrets. please...
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luke-o-lophus · 2 years
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People : You have good time management skills!
Me managing time : If I start now I should get home before the meltdown I feel coming hits me full force. If I finish the meltdown in under fifteen that leaves me with enough time for a half hour swim and a fifteen to look mentally alright before I have dinner with family
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those-pink-specs · 2 years
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When usually a dancer (like Andrean, Solbjort and Astros) of Hatari writes @Hatari_official on the top of their Instagram profile, means they are a permanent dancers of Hatari since 2019?
It means they have gone onto the payroll of Svíkamylla ehf, undergone the ritual of yoghurt and acceptance during a month-long pole-dancing retreat and been annointed from the sacred cup.
Also, they were available on the right dates for the tour.
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wasabi-gumdrop · 23 days
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
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xekstrin · 1 month
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One of the most memorable interactions was Saturday. Into our booth strolls a small family, tempted by free samples of freshly brewed tea. We chatter and give them the spiel, that the tea is character merch and we’re a cozy health-based app called Forage Friends.
The young girl zeroes in on our pride pins.
“They have my pin!” She says excitedly. “They have my flag!”
The dad blinks. He is surprised, but also calm and positive when he sees it’s the lesbian flag. “Oh. That’s… different from what you told me.”
“That was months ago, dad.” And she rolls her eyes. Definitely a teenager.
I turn to him and say, “Yeah, dad.” And we share a little laugh about it.
He says, “No, it’s great. That’s amazing, honey. It was just news to me.”
“Well, I guess I just decided to stop lying to myself. About liking guys. Like right now.”
A little lesbian just came out to her dad and he was super cool about it.
I’m standing there in my tie-dye mask and my cheery blue apron pouring tea and making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to cry or compare it to my experience, the fire & brimstone, the disgust, the conditional acceptance as long as I never bring it up.
So as this beautiful bonding is going on, the girl’s even younger brother turns his gaze around. He’s in a snorlax hoodie and bored and wants to go look at the swords across the hall. But on the other side of our booth….
“WHY DO PEOPLE DRAW THAT?” He asks loudly, and we all turn to our neighboring booth.
Our neighbors were extremely lovely people. Every time we had a break we would talk, and we became good friends over the weekend. They kept apologizing that their booth was next to ours and we kept repeating that it was totally fine. Their booth was great. I even bought their merchandise.
The thing that was so contentious, that they felt the need to apologize for, was that they were selling explicit titty hentai stickers of popular characters. They were censored with little yellow R18 labels but the content was very clear.
So back to the family: I freeze and immediately go somewhere else to let dad handle this question. With adult customers I’ve been loud and positive about our neighbors. (“Man, how has it been boothing next to them?” It’s been great! They bring a lot of foot traffic and they’re kind and wonderful professional neighbors. If anything it’s a fun juxtaposition. We believe in artistic freedom. I bought a sticker too!)
But this is a kid, it’s not my place to explain anything…. But I was extremely curious about what this chill dad would say.
“Well,” dad says with a long measured silence between each word. “Sometimes people are horny.”
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atinystraykid · 10 months
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“If you have time to be on social media, you also have time for…” “If you have time to watch Netflix, you also have time for…” Yeah, but do I have the energy for it? Do I have the emotional and mental capacity for it? Am I pain-free enough for it? Can I focus on it? Can I do it without leaving my bed? Can I safely do it without risk of (physically or emotionally) injuring myself by pushing past my boundaries?
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thestuffedalligator · 6 months
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So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).
And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.
And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.
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cracklewink · 1 month
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My Mane 6 Redesigns all together! I was going to post them separately but ended up finishing them all before I got around to it lol
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