u know aimee carrero was so right with opal. accidentally becoming the champion of the betrayer god and then telling said betrayer god I Can Fix Her like yeah its just kind of Like That when you’re nineteen.
A snippet of what my brain is doing to me today. The question is to post or not to post.
"He never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. The way he craved her. Whispering her name was enough to breathe life back into places Rhysand didn't even know had died inside of him. She was his. He was hers. From the day he swore those vows to her, until the day they parted this life together."
I saw an ad on YouTube with "The Horrific Effects of Wasting Seed" in large white letters on a black and red background, and I’m fairly sure it’s meant to be intimidating and about religious purity culture or some shit.
I do think it has a good point though. It’s such a shame for my seed to go to waste. I really should get a bottom that'll take my girlcum whenever I want, taking my loads inside and cleaning my gock afterwards to make sure not a single drop is spilled.
Maybe I'd keep them tied up under my desk, their arse in the air so I can use them as a gockwarmer until I'm in the mood to start thrusting. I'd stay inside afterwards to make sure nothing is spilled until the next time I fuck them, dumping load after load inside them as the day goes by, and when I finally think they've had enough I'd pull out and untie them, and they'd lap up any accidental spills like the good little cumslut they are~
yeah yeah discourse is a waste of time or whatever but just saying i live for the essays i get in my dms from my friends that, in order to preserve the tumblr ecosystem, they do not release on the public and instead share with me
u know those posts that are like 'we need to start treating ficitonal women how we treat fictional men give me a woman who is sad and pathetic my poor little skrunkly i want to study her under a microscope' amelia infinitytrain is right there