of course movies are supposed to make you feel something it’s just that greta gerwig’s filmography manages to somehow specifically activate the exact state of my brain in seventh grade when i realized that my cishet girl peers were having life experiences that i could not ever be included in or understand because they were cishet girls and i wasn’t. sad!
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I’m back again
I vanish pretty often a know, I got a lot of irl shit going on- so I often don’t have the time or energy to post, sorry bout that. Anyway, now that I’m back- I’ve thought a few times about a specific scenario, it’s one I’ve seen on here a few times- just kinda a few different posts. So, I guess I’ll share what it is. It’s an alien abduction thing, aliens need nests to lay their eggs in kinda thing. Their species don’t have the same gender roles as humans, they’re all breeder with big ovipositors. They lay lots of eggs, clutches of ping pong ball sized eggs, with soft shells, that eventually grow to the size of tennis balls- and harden as they grow. The aliens, needing incubators for their eggs, abduct humans. They’ve discovered humans make the perfect incubators for their eggs- having so many holes to fill. Imagine being one of the lucky people snatched by these aliens. They bind you to a table, legs spread apart wide. Giving you an aphrodisiac in the form of an injection, or a mist if you’re scared of needles, it gets you dripping wet and ready. Humans can’t handle more then one clutch at a time, so the wait lists to breed you would be months long- since they’re all desperate to lay their eggs. Being a breeder for these aliens is gonna be your job for the rest of your life, the first alien would approach you, for a moment you’d be scared- till you felt one of the monsters two giant c0cks enter you, (did I mention they have two :>) it’s so big- but you where so horny that you feel nothing but pleasure. Moaning and whining as it fucks you hard, the alien goes for a while- enjoying your little human noises. It makes you cum a few times before it starts laying. The eggs being pushed into you feel so good and heavy. When it pulls out you assume it’s over, sad. That is until you feel its second cock enter you. Pumping you full of cum after a bit. Your finally done, the aliens cum forms a sticky layer plugging you up, so no eggs can escape prematurely. The alien then leaves, leaving you to whine and beg for more. Unfortunately you won’t be getting any more eggs for a while, but due to humans having multiple holes- the aliens still offer you pleasure. Dumb from need they easily move you to another room. Your strapped down again, a fucking machine near your ass- and a dildo above you for you to suck. How kind. They turn the machine on and leave you to continue their duties. The pleasure never stops, when your not being bred your fucked by the machine. It’s such a wonderful life for you. A dumb alien incubator.
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I met a very hot lesbian alien(?) cult leader who was the leader of a bunch of other lesbians who competed to do her bidding. She was looking for her homoerotic rival, the moon. Then she was in my university class I think? After the class, she unbandaged and rebandaged a really nasty ankle injury and let me listen to all the pops her bones were making while I told her abt Yellowjackets because I thought she’d like it.
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I Was a Teenage Exocolonist flew under my radar until a friend recommended it to me, and now I am fully obsessed so here's me passing the recommendation on!
Do you like visual novels? Skill management? Timeloops? Deckbuilding? Gorgeous art? A whole bunch of fantastic queer characters? Staggering numbers of events and endings that respond to a staggering number of choices you make?
Then you should play this game and come scream in my ask box about it! I have said both "uh-oh" and "yesssss" out loud multiple times while watching the consequences of my actions play out. Absolutely delightful. Enjoy a little bit of screenshot propaganda:
Living my best/worst life
Exploring in the pink
Behold my self-insert
Also, you can have up to four different pets following you around and one of them is THIS cutie
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Back with y2k star wars babyyyy
[COMMISSIONS]
Ok I could not resist drawing them again- so I suffered and drew the second pair of demonia in my life for y2k maul. What would I not do for her
Btw here is a link to the first illu that started this
Process below vvv
This is the direct to vhs sequel to the og drawing gllhkgkjkgkgkk
PS : one day I'll do a reference sheet for my specific maul tattoo designs- It will make my life so much more easier
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i need gay rights because literally not a single self-proclaimed cis/het 'ally' understands the alienating experience that comes with being the only gay person in the workplace.
i am a gnc butch lesbian. i use he/him pronouns. when i came out to my manager regarding my pronouns (i had been an open lesbian since the moment of my hire), she told me that she supported me, but she could not enforce or ask our clients to use the correct pronouns for me. she told me it was something i would have to learn to deal with. she never uses the correct pronouns for me unless a person from a different department (who also happens to be LGBT+) is present. she is our HR in addition to manager.
none of my coworkers in my department ever remember to use my pronouns. if i remind them, they go over the top with the "im sorry's" and the "im still learning" and "you know i try my hardest's!" and "i swear im not homophobic!", it has been over 6 months since i came out. if i say nothing, they continue to use she/her (unless that other lgbt+ person from the other department is present, then they miraculously get it right).
sometimes they call me 'girl'. they always flounder and correct to "man-boy-uh youknowwhatimeanright". they laugh it off. they never bother to ask what terms i am comfortable with, or if i even cared in the first place. they don't care about my gender, they never bother to ask. somehow the subject gets changed every time i try to tell them, or set a boundary.
once in a while in a slow shift, the conversation will hop to our dating lives. somehow, it always jumps to how men suck and how dating a woman must be so much easier. they wish they could be gay and not straight. every time, they'll stare at me expectantly, like i am an animal at the zoo. no matter what i say, positive or negative, i must be lying. i cannot be that happy in my relationship, or if i have any issues, they must be minor. if i say 'why don't you try dating a girl then' to their remarks, they'll laugh, say something like "there is no way i possibly could" with that special tone of disguised disgust.
i am a prop, at work. they tell me about how much they love their kids. how they could bring anyone home and they wouldn't care. "they could be black, brown, or purple," they'll say "it could be a woman or a man! I support gay rights!" Then they will talk about how hungry they are, and how they will be going to Chick Fil a for the 4th time this week. 'as a treat'. it is thursday. they talk about going to Hobby Lobby again for christmas decorations, or another sale. sometimes i think i can taste blood.
its june. they talk about the pride parade and how excited they are to see the queens and their 'funny costumes'. they talk about how fun it is to go and watch, how they like the free things the corporations hand out. they don't want to bring their younger kids though. they're not old enough. they do not know that the first pride was a riot. they do not know what happened during the AIDS crisis, how many died. they don't really care when i try to tell them, they'd rather focus on the fun parts of the parade. the spectacle.
i wear a pronoun pin, to make it easier. still somehow no one can get my pronouns right. a client notices it. commends me for "being brave" and "coming out." she never uses my correct pronouns. i stopped wearing the pin after the 11th person asked me if my name on my name tag was my real one, and after the 45th person went out of their way to use incorrect pronouns every sentence. my manager, the HR, did not care.
i need gay rights, but somehow everything got resolved when they allowed us to marry in 2015. to our allies, the work is done. somehow i am left more alone than when we started.
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