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brwnadvcsy · 2 months
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Section 2: Sex Ed, a poem
I found myself incredibly moved by this work, and inspired by the social justice we can uphold simply by knowing out bodies better. The idea that self respect, autonomy, and understanding of your own pleasure and need is the natural precursor to intimacy with another person.
The sexual health positivity radiates from this writing, with positive affirmations for womem, AFAB bodies, and those who need to hear that they are loveable. While poetic and light, important reminders are still peppered throughout.
"The risk is greater than the heat- use protection"
"When your blood comes, it's time to rest. Know that you are never unclean and never untouchable."
"Now you have power of life, a child is a forever decision"
But perhaps the most meaningful to me personally, "Be a lifelong lover to yourself, let others join you always, always: celebrate your miraculous body." A truly important message that I believe all people need to hear nowadays. Gender holds little place in the conversation of loving ourselves and celebrating our bodies, as the experience is necessary for all. In order to love others effectively, where better to start than with yourself?"
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rededheadgirl · 4 months
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Thank you NHS
It’s no secret that I’ve struggled with my mental health for many years now and after a 7-year battle in a Psych ward I never thought recovery was even possible, I never thought in all my adult life I would leave hospital but shortly before I turned 28, I left hospital and moved to my own flat in England. And I battled my mental health there before relapsing after losing my girlfriend and ending…
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northsouth89 · 6 months
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Might Delete Later
a novel by NoSo
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"Slag. Dross. Extra. Waste. Junk. Whatever you Americans call it, yes, incoming." Alice spoke sharply. "Copy?"
"Copy." Bob's voice came in reply. "So, deploy salvage?"
Alice stroked her chin in thought, gazing at nothing as various scenes played out in her imagination.
"Alice? Salvage? Yesno?"
"Yes? No. No salvage, not yet. More tests?" She spoke, her mind tumbling back into her situation.
"More tests. Agreed. See you on the other side."
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dinaive · 8 months
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I need flower everyday. Bought these lilies today.
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krystallous · 9 months
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toxooz · 2 months
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big stinky 🌿💚
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tiffanyachings · 2 months
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“Fiat lux! If you want to talk improbable, let’s talk about this”—a scrape of stone on stone—“being three thousand and some years older than this.” A heavy clunk.
“Inexplicable, Warden.”
“Certainly not. Like everything else in this ridiculous conglomeration of cooling gas, it’s perfectly explicable, I just need to explic-it.”
“Indubitable, Warden.”
“Stop that. I need you listening, not racking your brain for rare negatives. Either this entire building was scavenged from a garbage hopper, or I am being systematically lied to on a molecular level.”
“Maybe the building’s shy.”
“That is just tough shit for the building.”
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Section 2
Evan cosplayed as Nathan Graves with Virtue the Victini (Pokémon X Castlevania: Circle of the Moon)
Evan the Warrior with his spirited companion Mesprit (Pokémon X Final Fantasy)
Ready for Anything! Pokémon GO outfit pose
Evan as Link and Glory the Shaymin in Sky Forme (Pokémon X Zelda)
Evan as Erdrick and Glory the Shaymin in Sky Forme (Pokémon X Dragon Quest III)
Evan as Tidus and Nami the Vaporeon
(Pokémon X Final Fantasy X)
Evan and Starla, Pokémon Let's Go Eevee partner
Evan holding his lil Shaymin Glory like a plushie during naptime
Evan and Kirin Suicune gaze upon the northern lights of the Alabaster Icelands
Evan lovingly tends to an injury on Keldeo's hoof
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guys look at this wild ass authors note from a fic I follow that hasn’t updated in forever. AO3 authors are something else
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wellnoe · 11 months
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lesbianizes your scott summers. cyclops wears MY clothes now.
[id in ALT]
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sentientsky · 5 months
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...comedy. right, okay, so we're just saying things now??
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milksuu · 6 months
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Hey hey heyyyy!!! It's me, the one that keeps stalking your page! 💙🧚‍♀️
I wanna say that OML I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!! AAAAHHH! And I'm so so so happy to see that
anyways, this is a request for how the heartsteel boys would react to a lover with big bazoinkers who usually wears baggy clothes suddenly wearing something tight fitted??? Heheehehehe.
Also, how would the react if you were hit on by someone else due to their lover having big personalities?? (You don't have to do this one if you're uncomfortable ofc!!)
Also, keep up what you're doing, feeding my unhealthy obsession with these fictional (but very attractive) men. I hope you have an amazing day/night!!!🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️
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❥ prompt: So, you got the big boinkers. The huge bagonzos. The gigantic bonobos. Whatever guys called boobs these days. You're super self-conscious about them, ever since you hit puberty. You've tried to hide them. But with the upcoming red-carpet event for the music awards, you can't wear baggy clothes next to your Heartsteel boyfirend. You had to look your best. Or as some would say, your breast. ❥ content/warnings: mild suggestive themes, possessive boyfriend energy, over protective boyfriend energy ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (aphelios, ezreal, kayne) / f!reader
APHELIOS
Aphelio's thought you always looked cute and comfortable in your hoodies. In casual form, it was his aesthetic as well. Until the time came for a special event.
Aphelio's hadn't imagined exactly what you would wear. But surely, it might be a long-sleeve and turtleneck to match your conservative style. He understood how you felt about your particular assets. He would never suggest you to wear anything that didn't make you feel secure.
He was absolutely wrong. So, so, so wrong. (Wait. Did he actually like being wrong?) He got the long-sleeves part right. But the black mini-dress you sported hugged all the curves you possessed. With just a bit of thigh fat squeezed at the hem. If Aphelio's could ever speak again, he'd beg to be immediately silenced between those thighs. And at the top, there was a glorious boob-window that any e-girl would go absolutely rabid to have.
He had to look away a few times. Thankful to have a mask covering most of his flustered features. Maintaining a semblance of composure, he led you by the hand, speaking to you through squeezes between your hands.
Down the red-carpet, with flashing lights, the two of you posed. One camera man took a picture a little too angled for his liking. Your hand trembled in his. Blushing and holding your breath. Embarrassed tears pricked the corner of your eyes. Afraid of the possible lewdness that would be plastered in magazines. You didn't want to even imagine the headliners. And what would they say about Aphelio's? That he was dating some sort of 'all-boobs-no brains' bimbo? You wanted nothing like that for him.
Aphelio's sensed all of your emotions and didn't hesitate his next move. He dragged a discreet foot against the carpet, folding it in a manner that caused the paparazzo to trip. When the shady-cameraman fell, his camera smashed to pieces against the ground. The man dramatically fell to his knees, holding his head and weeping in buckets.
You gasped. Aphelio's merely rolled his eyes dismissively, tugging you way. He knitted his brows, and squeezed your hand tightly. You knew exactly what he did. You smiled, condensing your chest against his arm.
Feeling his face heat up again, he looked away. After acting so cool, and looking so cool, there's no way he'd let you see him blush like a high-school boy.
EZREAL
Ezreal never minded you wearing baggy clothes. He thought it was fun—for him! He loved diving underneath your oversized hoodie, and poke his head out the other side. Like you two were some odd circus attraction. That, or pretend he was a sailor drowning in a sea of boobies. He liked wearing the stylish hat.
He wasn't exactly sure what you would wear to the event, but he wished it was something he could fit inside later. He was joking. That was a total joke. So long as you were comfortable in it, he didn't mind.
When he saw you step out of the limo, his jaw completely dropped. He felt like one of those cool male-lead movie stars. Taking off his glasses in iconic slow-mo fashion, mouthing the words "Oh, Baby."
He spared zero time to lead you by the arm. Ready for from some press worthy photos he knew you two were going to absolutely rock.
Making it to the concessions room, where the liquor and horderves were plenty, it was prime time for music stars to socialize.
One young rapper approached, way too drunk off his drink, slurred with a smirk at your general direction. Commenting on whether or not Ezreal paid for you to have boob job in order to please him.
The giddy-boyish-sunshine smile turned utterly dark. The laugh he forced was ear grating. It chilled you to the bone. There was a flash of yellow. And briefly, you felt your arm empty of his presence. Then the scene unfolded. The man's drink completely spilled all over him. Another flash. He was pushed, stumbling to the ground.
Ezreal merely snickered into his suit sleeve when bouncers in the room dragged the drunk man away by the collar. Deeming him too drunk and unfit for the show, and subsequently tossed out.
Ezreal tugged you off to a far, secluded corner. He took you into his arms, squeezing tightly. Apologizing into your ear. You smiled softly, and rubbed his the back. Reassuring him you weren't hurt by the comment. And gave him a grateful kiss into his hair for sticking up for you.
KAYN
Kayn 'Big ol' Tiddle Bitties'. If he could change his middle name to that, he would. It'd be his other rap persona, in ode to your breasts. Rhaast approved. And sure, you may be insecure about them, but Kayn fucking hell wasn't. He swore, one day, he would scream in praise at the rooftops. (Thankfully that hasn't happened...yet.)
He prayed to every demon, anti-christ, Eldritch God on this forsaken plane of existence for you to bless his presence with those huge knockers. And holy shit, did you ever at the event.
From the outfit alone, if he leashed himself for you, and placed a crop in your hand, he'd be on all fours. This wouldn't be a classy event anymore. It'd be an all-out fetish party.
Sadly. Reality kept it to a red-carpeted event. Where he had to act professional. Lead you accordingly, and restrain himself on every level possible. It took all his effort to not just call an Uber and take you in nearest love-hotel.
After mingling before the show, it was time for the awards. You took your seat next to each other. As the event played on, with various performances, you felt something being thrown into your cleavage. You looked down, spotting popcorn. Turning a cheek, you saw a group of young men laughing. Making comments about your breasts, and high-fiving one another when they 'made the shot'.
Kayn noticed. And boy, was he about to lose his shit during a performance speech. You placed a hand against his chest, whispering for him not to make a scene, and not allow the clowns to hurt his reputation. Fine—he wouldn't commit a crime. But he would show them who they were fucking with.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, muffling any lewd noises. Kayn planted his face in your cleavage, biting and licking your chest. He took up all the popcorn, and spat it out the guys like buttered bullets. They jumped with looks of disgust, cursing under their breaths about how damn crazy he was. With a final growl, they scurried away.
Kayn cackled, and you had to shush him when Yone leaned back in his chair and gave a look.
an: holy shiii tysvm for this req. @ccraccz! you're a genius. pls keep stalking my page *smooches you* sadly i have to break this up into two parts, since I wasn't expecting to make it so long??? lmfao??? pls stay tuned for part 2
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rededheadgirl · 4 months
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Dear H...Your words have hurt me.
To H. Aged 12 I was diagnosed with anorexia and shortly after I found myself tube fed in a horrific situation I was in a refeeding center for 6 months this was traumatizing and something I will never forget. This alone has left me with PTSD alone being pinned down to a bean bag whilst a nurse syringes in pink liquid up my nose. I hated it and it’s something I hoped I never had to go through…
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nico-the-overlord · 15 days
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Okay sanders sides fandom, okay
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krystallous · 9 months
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toxooz · 5 months
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-draws human battering ram König like its my next hit of crack-
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