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wait. photomatt went back and edited that post and removed any instance of using pronouns at all after receiving backlash. he decided he would rather avoid gendering avery at all instead of gendering her correctly.

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Yeahhhh I'm done with Automattic after this mess. Come find me on my bsky if you want to hang out, lenna.gay on there. 💛

Time to go cancel a shitload of Jetpack subs. Fuck you, Matt!

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#birdy the mighty #fuck yesssss

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"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious

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Tonight is the night that you meet your wolf.

You twist your wrists idly against the manacles, feeling pressure where the cool metal meets your skin. It was your idea to apply the bindings early, despite the protestations of your knight.You want to be prepared for the worst, despite all of her reassurances.

She has talked you through what it feels like for her, but even having her repeat it for you half a dozen times, there is still ice in your stomach. You do not know what your wolf will feel like, not really.

The sun set a little while earlier, its final rays casting your room in a dapple of oranges and reds before giving way to the purples and blues of the evening. The doors and windows have been barred and locked in preparation.

 You can hear nothing beyond your quickening breath and fluttering heart, your eyes locked with your knight’s. She is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, and as she watches the rise and fall of your chest she cups your cheek in her palm, thumb tracing the line of your jaw in reassurance.

“I have you, Your Highness. Everything you will go through I have gone through many times now. You will be-” 

You assume her next word is ‘fine’, but you don’t register it. All you can smell is the sweat clinging to her palms, all you can hear is the thrum of blood through her fingers.With an involuntary motion, your eyes drift to the side, trying to take in the shape of her hand. She smells so sweet, a heady aroma like buttercream and iron. It sets your mouth almost to watering, and you swallow to keep yourself from drooling.

She notices the movement and squeezes your cheek, returning your gaze to hers. The edges of her irises look like broken yolks, bleeding yellow inwards across their normal brown. Her breath is careful and measured, and instinctively you sync yours to it, the pounding in your chest slowing a hair.

You itch. She warned you about this, how your body would bristle and burn as the fur forces its way outwards. She holds you steady, blinking slow as her own gray-black coat emerges; standing in sharp contrast to the mix of creams and oranges now covering your forearms. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you roll it gingerly across your lengthening teeth.You hear a nightingale’s call from the courtyard and wonder how it would feel between your jaws. You strain forward with a gentle whine. Something cold and tight holds you in place, a cruelty whose purpose you cannot recall.

Some distant part of you remembers snatches of a conversation you must have had a lifetime ago. “Hold tight to any memories you can. They can pull you back if you feel like you’re losing yourself.” Memories. Easy things to find. Days upon days of courtly responsibilities, of tolerating veiled insults from nobles who you could tear to shreds without a second thought. The indignity of your mother assigning you a little spy. You wonder how her flesh might split beneath your claws, how her screams might sound to your sensitive ears. Days of locked doors and polite refusals and ‘this is not befitting of your station, Princess’ and ‘this is perhaps unwise, Princess’ and ‘thank you Princess, we will take it into consideration after we consult with your mother and father’. All the memories you grab hold of drip gobs of red through your mind like overripe plums, sticky and sweet and intoxicating and WHY can’t you move from this spot it is MADDENING and you open your jaws to scream as loud as your lungs can manage and-

You sputter out a choke as you feel claws at your throat, clamping your howl down before you can get it out. All of you burns as your eyes lock back to the wolf in front of you. This is your room. Who is she to be here, let alone to touch you like this? Your fur bristles, a low growl winds its way up from your strangled windpipe, and you lunge for her with every ounce of your strength. There is a terrible tearing sound and your nostrils fill with the tang of dust as whatever holds you to the wall snaps away, taking a chunk of the stone with it. You are on her in an instant, fangs sinking into her thick fur as she lets out a surprised yelp.

Her fur runs deeper than you think, and your fangs barely scratch the skin of her collar underneath, affording you just a drop or two of her sweet blood before she throws you from her with a low rumble of warning. You ignore it, of course. This is your room and she is an outsider. She may be bigger than you, but you are faster, at least at first. You dart around and at each other for a while, and you manage to score a few nips and scratches along her flanks before one of her paws catches you square alongside the head.

Your vision spins and you careen into the side of the bed frame with a thud. You stagger up but she is already in your face. The breath leaves you again as she slams a limb into the space below your ribs and you whimper. It is over now, you think. You feel her fangs clamp to the back of your neck. It is over. You will not expel her from here you will not escape it is over you are going to die now she is going to tear your throat away you are going to die here bile rises in your throat in fear but she is…she is not biting deeper. You cannot shake her, but all she does is growl low and hold you in place.

You yelp softly. She doesn’t move. You go limp in her jaws. She still does not move. You pant, willing your body to slow and to relax. Her smell is distantly familiar. You know this wolf, you think. You slow your breathing more and take in more of her scent. You love this wolf, you think. She stays unmoving as the tension drains from your muscles. Your hackles lower, your breath slows.After a few interminable minutes she relaxes her jaws and licks at your neck. You sag to the floor and she curls her body around yours as you tremble. You do not think your knight was ever in any real danger from you. After all, she is much more used to the wolf than you, made evident by how quickly she overpowered you. The thought you could have hurt her is upsetting though, and you give a soft whine as your eyes grow heavy.

You wake in the morning to find your knight still curled around you, an arm draped across your waist protectively. Your whole body aches, and even just yawning awake sends a pang through your jaw. The sun filtering in reveals the extent of your little misadventure last night. Claw marks all across your bed and dresser, torn blankets, shredded pillows, not to mention the manacles wrenched free from the wall. This is going to take a lot of obfuscation. Your knight murmurs in her sleep, pulling you tighter to her. You settle into her arms and let your eyes drift shut again. That can all come later. Your wolf needs rest, and lots of it.

#nsft #wlw nsft #royalty kink #princess/knight #princess kink #werewolf kink #YESSSS this is my favorite one yet!!

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October is just an excuse to make costumes for blaseball characters.

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#keisuke gotoh #hiroyuki katou #art

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is 5 too young for the dark crystal? i don’t want to scare my sister but i want to show her

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Made a discord sticker for study dates with my friend! Feel free to use it (noncommercially of course)

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guy who is definitely not about to fall into a surprise midday nap with an aftermath worse than a hangover: it seems like a really good idea to lay in bed and get cozy under the blanket as part of my plan not to fall asleep. I do not know why.

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i want to turn into a huge doglike beast instead of going to work tomorrow 

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✨ms paint story telling✨ a day with doggy!

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working with wolf senpai🐺

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My dear lgbt+ kids, 

If someone expects you to give up on your own interests and only care about their hobbies, that’s a red flag. 

But: if you deeply care about a person, you naturally take interest in their interests. You may find yourself wanting to actively engage in your partner’s interests and hobbies, and that can be a healthy and beautiful way to both bond with each other and broaden your own comfort zone. 

If someone expects you to drop whatever you do as soon as they want to spend time with you, that’s a red flag. 

But: if you deeply care about a person, you are naturally excited about shared experiences. You may find yourself occasionally dropping solo plans because being with them sounds more fun, and that just means they are a fun person to have around! 

If someone expects you to be their unpaid therapist and constantly be available to listen to them talk about their traumas for hours, that’s a red flag. 

But: if you deeply care about a person, you are naturally invested in their well-being. You may find yourself listening to them talk about their traumas for hours because you care about them and want to be there for them when they need an open ear and a shoulder to cry on, and while trauma talks don’t need to be part of all relationships, being there for each other is part of every healthy and close relationship. 

Point is, red flags don’t exist in a vacuum. Context matters. 

To avoid misunderstandings, we are not talking about physical violence or non-consensual sexual acts here. There are things that are always abuse, regardless of the surrounding circumstances. 

We are talking about “emotional labor” here - demands for your attention, affection, time, energy. These can become unhealthy or abusive, but ruling all demands of emotional energy as abusive would mean ruling the whole concept of relationships (and friendships, and family-like bonds) as abusive. Intertwining your life with someone also means investing energy in them: willingly, within reason and without force. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

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i guess i forget people view kinks as this secret thing you cannot talk about ever unless you are actively having sex because learning what my platonic friends are into has never changed my opinion of them besides making me think they’re cooler

#I love talking kink with my friends (if wanted) #just another fun human quirk idk it’s not that hard