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#it was a tummy ache
extrashortshorts · 20 days
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>>THAT POLL<<
Interview with unwilling participants and why it wasn't them...
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✌️✨CONGRATULATIONS ✨✌️
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moonelnone · 3 months
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Mini thing i thought of
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moomoorare · 1 year
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rotten-pup · 2 months
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It's okay pup, I know you need to grind into my boot, no need to be embarrassed. You poor thing, look at me, as long as you clean up your mess after you can hump yourself as dumb as you need to, okay? Okay. Such a good puppy, you look so cute when you're desperate like that.
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i drew this in the most unromantic way possible please understand that ethan is just their miserable wet cat they found outside in the snow
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leoshungry · 1 year
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tinytummee · 2 months
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With his belly round and heavy, the boy worries about the consequences of his actions…
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inkskinned · 9 months
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it just sucks because nothing is ever fucking made for you, and if it is made for you like 75% of the time it gets chopped into little pieces by every person alive because this is the one thing you have, so it has to prove itself to you.
like, a thing can't just be for women. men need to assign it to women. women have to experience "must" or "should" before their hobbies and passions - women are allowed to do silly, passive things like tuck our ankles and titter behind a fan, or something. women are allowed to, they are welcomed to. like the world is a house and we are supposed to be in the kitchen and now we are being given the divine right to enter the living room if we bring chips
because when it becomes for you, or about you, that is when the thing is vile. you should/must wear makeup so you can appear beautiful to men. once you wear makeup for yourself, or because you yourself enjoy putting it on, then you are no longer doing the right thing. there is a reason men hate certain fashion trends. there is a reason men hate things like the pumpkin spice latte - because it's not about them. you are buying it because it is good for you. they degrade your passions and interests. there is a reason women-led fields are largely seen as being "not a real" profession. when you are a good cook, that is because you can provide for him. close your eyes. you're not going to be a chef, be honest. that is a man making food for himself.
bras are made so breasts will be appealing to men. they are rarely about comfort or support. you have given up entirely on the idea of pockets. young girls have to worry about a shorter inseam on their shorts. a girl on instagram gets her septum pierced, and men in the comments are rabid about it - i just want to rip it out of her face. she'd be beautiful without it.
and fucking everything is for them. even the media that is "for you" is for them, eventually. remember "my little pony"? remember how hard it is to convince any executive to believe that little girls are worth selling to? in the media that is for you, you see little ways that you still need to make it accessible for them - the man is always powerful, smart, masculine. he is a man's man. the media usually forgives him. it usually says okay, some men are awful, but hey! gotta love 'em. because if you don't hold their hands and say "this is literally just a story about my lived reality", they shit their pants about it. they demand you put them into the media that's for you.
these are people who are so used to glutting themselves on the world. they are used to having every corner and every dollar and every place of leadership. so you say can i please have one slice of cake, just for myself, please, holy shit. and they fucking weep about it. they say you're being unfair, because some of their one-thousand-slices aren't beautiful, and your singular cake slice doesn't have their name on it. and aren't you being rude by not offering to share?
and honestly. fucking - yeah, man. you were kind of surprised, because the cake is a little basic (you bake at home, you're way past this stuff). but holy shit, it was nice just to be offered cake in the first place. you're used to having to starve. you're used to getting nothing, but going to the party anyway, because you're expected (professionally) to show up. you liked that it is a simple cake, and that it is warm, and mostly: you like that there is, for once, a cake-for-you.
in the real world, outside of metaphor, it feels like fucking being slapped. barbie didn't even say anything particularly unusual; it literally just made factually evident points. there are less women in leadership than men. we can look at that fact objectively. that is a real thing that is happening. and the movie is aware that it has to defend itself! that it has to spend like half an hour just turning to the camera and saying: i know this is hard for you to understand, but this is a real thing that women experience.
it's just - this is that one kid on the playground who thinks its allowed to hog all the toys. he builds this hoard that nobody else is allowed to even look at, or he'll get aggressive. everyone's a little scared of him, so they let it slide, because his daddy gave him the golden touch. he hates when people cry and thinks bullying is cool. he writes boys only! on a big sign and makes all his friends take "alpha male" classes.
and then girls pick up barbies, because there was nothing left for them. and in the void they've been given, with their scraps: they make long, spiraling narratives about how barbie is actually descended from snakes and has given her righteous followers magical (if concerning) powers and can speak 32 languages (2 of which are animal related) and has big plans for infrastructure (beginning with the local interstate). and the boy comes over, and he has a huge fit about how the girls aren't "including" him. he wants to know why the girls aren't making the story about ken.
"we didn't like your story." the girls blink at him. they point to his war stories and the gi joes and the millions of male-led narratives and how still in the modern day men get two-thirds of the speaking roles in movies and they point to men making mediocre shows that don't get lambasted and they point to men encouraging toxic masculinity and they point to men everywhere, men and men and men. and they say: "how is this our fault? you had ken."
"no!" he is already back to screaming and stomping his feet and tearing at his hair and intentionally reminding them that men are holding back thinly concealed violence and he says: "if it's not for me, it's actually sexism."
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 months
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Custody Battle: START
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cherrijuice · 1 year
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nartothelar · 7 days
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suspiciously big joltik
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lilaeleaf · 2 months
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suffering goblin stickers!! Oh these poor lil guys 💚
🌟Stickers 🔗in bio!!🌟
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shivgirly · 9 months
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And your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing: Crime and Punishment
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spiderversegf · 1 year
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[said with such intense autotune that i can barely be understood] my head hurts
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anilovie · 4 months
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CW: 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving)
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Anakin is so romantic yet so vulgar at the same time, it’s comical.
you can be kneeling before him, panting raggedly and swallowing over and over, face and neck and chest drenched in your own sweat and saliva and tears; it’s all dripping off your chin and landing on the floor between your knees in a sticky puddle.
you’re wiping your face clean— trying to, at least— but your hands are coated in spit so you’re just smearing it around. but Anakin’s helping, or he was until he got caught up in how pretty you look all glossed up in yours and his combined mess.
his hands have paused on your neck, long fingers wrapped around your throat gently, just holding you there while his thumb finds the edge of your jaw, stroking the skin, tilting your face up to the light so he can see you better. he’s gazing at you with that look— that half-lidded, gooey-eyed, shined-over look. the one he gets when he confesses his love for you like he’s swapping secrets, always as if it’s for the first time all over again.
“You are so beautiful,” he would whisper, mesmerized, like you’d just been hanging the moon and the stars in the night sky rather than gagging on his cock. “What am I going to do with you?”
you let him look, taking the time to steady your breathing and swallow the rest of his cum down your throat, licking your wet lips to get any last drops. his eyes track the movement, the tip of your tongue subconsciously enticing him closer, until he’s leaning down to kiss you, forcing his tongue into your mouth to help - cause you’re obviously struggling, and he loves how he tastes.
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