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ejunkiet · 2 months
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Am I the dummie who has been wondering why she has been fighting a migraine all week while simultaneously devouring books on a tiny old phone with a speed she hasn't reached since she was 12?
Yeah. Eyestrain is real folks. I've swapped over to my paper white, which I've had the whole time, just didn't think to use for some reason sksksks
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sillyguymilooooo · 7 months
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“Vincent solaire” shut up
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xx-rockstar18-xx · 1 year
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mylimoji · 1 year
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garykingz · 11 months
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Feminism is great but so is Kai Anderson
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puffdoesstuff · 2 years
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[Volume warning]
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I needed to try and lip-sink, so...
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dykebluejay · 2 years
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maybe if i get really good at the telemann fantasia i’ve been working on i’ll post an audio of it and you guys will finally get to hear my nice silver flute
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bijoumikhawal · 1 year
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"Fanfic isn't REAL literature, a lot of fanfic is bad quality, writing fanfic makes you a bad writer and reading it makes you a bad reader" okay. Regardless of if ANY of that is true: are people having fun reading it? Are they having fun writing it? Not all art is trying to change the world and not all art needs to.
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lacefuneral · 2 years
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honesteas · 6 months
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xx-key-xx · 10 months
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xinyuehui · 1 year
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wakeup01 · 2 months
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Playing It Straight
“Roomieee. I need your help with something.” I hear the telltale high pitched cry from my twinky roommate Yuan’s bedroom. The last thing I need right now is his whiny ass distracting me.
“What it is? I have a date with this hot chick in half an hour. You better have clothes on this time dude.” My hand pushes the door to his room ajar and I see him laying down on the bed facing away from me. There was some upbeat trashy pop song playing on his sound system. Yuan begins to gyrate to the beat. “Don’t dance. No dancing.” I order bluntly, turning off his music.
There was being gay and then there was Yuan, who seemed to make it his whole identity. It was bad enough his room was colour coded in pastel purples to match his dusty lavender hair. But he had now painted the whole door too.
“It’s my big butt, I think there’s something wrong with it.” He announces with fake concern, rolling his hips on the bed sheet - revealing more of his smooth slim body than I ever dared wish to see. I make a internal note to ‘mace own eyes later’.
Yuan was not as innocent as he liked to make out and had on numerous occasions attempted to trick me into indulging in his fantasies. Gifting me a bright crop top and calling it a ‘fashionable tank top’ - it certainly turned heads at the gym the one day I wore it, or inviting me to a progressive club with the promise of scoring ‘lots of ass’. And the less said about ‘locktober’ the better, that was NOT a halloween costume. Only last week he had convinced me to listen to some gay as fuck audio tapes while I slept; obviously that crap didn’t work on a man like me. His justification always being ‘you’ll like it, I swear’. This one was a bit on the nose, even for him.
“Dude we talked about this, I’m flattered, really. I get it, I’m a gay bottoms wet dream. I can’t blame you for eying my superior meat.” I puff out my well built chest, barely contained in my tank top. “But fuck, it ain’t gonna happen.” I attempt to not make eye contact with him as he looks over his shoulder at me.
“No, like seriously. Something feels wrong, can you pleeease juth take a looksee. Pretty please.” He pulls down his shorts and moons me as I shield my eyes. It’s like the sun, you’re safe if you don’t look directly at it, right? Internal note: ‘buy more mace’.
“Serious like when you said we were in a ‘mandatory hand holding zone?” I hear muffled giggling coming from his pillow. “Bro it’s probably from all the things you shove up it.” I shudder, trying not to picture THAT in my head. “I’ll look but only if you promise me that you’ll drop that ‘I know you’re secretly gay bullshit.’ My friends at the gym heard that crap last time.”
“Hehe. Ooo thuch a manly jock. Geez, I pwromise. Meathead.” Yuan winks at me and I hated him for it. Hated the weird way it made me feel in my chest.
I sigh loudly for effect and bend down until the cleft of his…cheek is at eye level. I felt so self conscious, how on earth did he talk me into this? I look at my chiseled body just to remind myself, yes I am a man. A masculine man. God, here we go. My eyes briefly glance across his—ew—his raised butt before I quickly look away.
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“Bruh I don’t see a thing. It’s a mans butt. Congratulations.” What the hell am I even looking for? I’m sat on the floor checking out a dude’s…posterior. And for what?
“Come on, look clother.” Yuan insists with a slight lisp, curving his back and pushing his rear higher.” Again, I look at my thick biceps, yes, still a man.
His hands pull at his buttocks and slowly part them, revealing his tight hole to me. Woah. One glimpse was all it took. I should have recoiled but instead I was fascinated. I’d never seen a man’s hole before, it was different…
I hear him say something to me but whatever it was, it didn’t seem too important. I couldn’t stop staring, it was like looking into a black hole, and the more I looked the more enraptured I became. It was distorting my worldview, it made me feel like I had been missing out on something all these years.
“Helloooo! See anything?”
“Uuhhh. Maybe.” I mumble, my head getting closer to his rear.
I pull away his hands and replace them with my own, laying my fingers across his round cheeks and spreading them wider. Wow, it was…dare I say, enticing? The rest of the room faded from my mind as my eyes fall deeper into his needy, winking hole. I lean in and my nose makes contact with his crack. I can’t help myself, I inhale and suck up his scent, it acts like an immediate aphrodisiac. My cock wakes up, poking against the edge of the bed.
“You have been lithening to your programming for me then. Good Meathead. Remember when you were the stuck-up clever one, going to college? That was thuch a bore.”
“Say what bro?” College? Did I…? Nah. That smart shit wasn’t for me bro, my head was like beef central. I haven’t a clue what he’s talking about but I was happy to be a good fucking meathead. Something in my mind told me I was supposed to be. It made me even more pumped about the gym session tomorrow, I gotta bulk up my pecs.
“Make sure to take lots of selfies tomorrow ‘bro’, I need to see your gains.” I continue to breathe in the sweet aroma emanating from his behind. What was I doing again? “So, anything there dummy? How about now?” giggle “Isn’t it likth so big.”
He wiggles his hips and pushes back into my face, my lips making contact with his boy pussy. My eyes go wide. Fuck, this was soo gay. I should be revolted, why am I still down here? I could get up and walk away whenever…whenever I wanted to. Suddenly my mouth felt parched, like I had spent a week in the desert. It became clear where this was going. I’m not sure if I could even stop myself at this point, one tiny thing could tip me over the edge and disintegrate my own self image. It was as If I was having an out of body experience, seeing myself pressed against him. I wouldn’t, I was stronger than this. I was straight. Straight as an arrow… straight as a…
“Eat up jock.”
F—fuck. My lips open and my tongue presses up against his rear, dragging up and down between his cheeks and then swirling around his inviting hole. It was like a dam breaking, once I started I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. He tasted too good. Ready for the main course, my tongue dives deep into him and begins to eat him out in earnest, my mouth sucking at his entrance like I’m slurping on a ice cream filling.
While giving him a very manly rimjob I think of a solution to our problem. I finish up indulging in his sweet cake and pull my face out, slapping his jiggly butt cheeks.
“So what’s the issue?” He asks impatiently.
“It’s empty for one. Huhuhu. But I can fix that bro.” I say confidently, rushing to remove my underwear so I can finally nut inside him.
I push his skinny back down against the bed and line up my monster cock with his lubricated hole. Yuan moans into his pillow like he should. I slide into him with ease and flex my arms, feeling proud at ‘conquering’ my roommates hole.
“Good Meathead.” He praises between loud panting. “Mmm. But I thought you were straight.”
“I am. Unff. Just helping a bro out. No homo. Though I do need to see if there’s anything wrong with your throat after I plant my seed in your hole.”
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The next day.
“Man that was a fucking lit workout.” I exclaim, marvelling at my bulging muscles. I tense my arms and see my veins pop, sweat dripping to the floor. “Though you losers sure focused a lot on your glutes today. Hey—aren’t you ‘queens’ gonna shower?” I turn as my gym bros stop behind me in the locker room.
“Well… we spoke to your roommate about your progress yesterday.” Xavier states, removing his damp muscle tee - his dark shiny skin reflecting the harsh lights from overhead.
Yesterday…for some reason my memories from the day before were a blur. For the life of me I can’t remember what happened. There was some strange taste lingering in my mouth that had been making my dick hard all day. My roommate was certainly in a suspiciously good mood this morning too and made some strange comments about me ‘being hungry for more’.
“About what bro? That Yuan can kiss my ass. Huhuh. Come on, stop checking out each others dicks and let’s go!”
“Uh see, he thinks you’re now ready to be our…” I’d never seen him so unsure of himself before, I roll my eyes at him and slam my locker closed.
“Y’all acting like a bunch of girls.” I swear if Yuan is back to spewing his gay bullshit again…
“Go on. Say it.” One of the others insists, nudging Xavier’s shoulder.
Xavier hesitates and then looks away from me, his cheeks flushing red. “There’s uh, there’s something wrong with my…butt…so could you?” The others fail to stifle a laugh.
I do a double take as Xavier turns and points his toned ass at me, his jockstrap framing it like a wrapped gift. “What the fuck? Bruh what are you doing? Put that shit away.”
“Be a good Meathead.”
I see a flash of my roommates butt cross my minds eye. Uhhh. My cock throbs at the image. Before I know it my legs are kneeling behind my friend, what am I doing? My body certainly seems to be one step ahead, my hands grab at his muscled legs for support. “What the actual fuck. Guys…” I’ve never felt so embarrassed, how am I ever gonna live this down?
A hand pulls on the strap hugging Xaviers left buttock and lets go, letting it snap back into place, a slight jiggle vibrates over his firm rear. Was it my hand? I couldn’t even tell.
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“Holy shit. I can’t believe those tapes actually worked. He’s come a long way since he was that scrawny nerd, thinking he was above everyone. Now he’s dumber than all of us. We just need Yuan to join us next. Damn someone make sure to record this” It was hard to take in what they were saying, my mind was fixated…elsewhere. One of them leans down to my side and points their phone camera at my zoned out face. “Dude, we stink…I’m next after you.” Someone pats my back as another hand holds my shoulder in place. “Nothing more manly than licking the salty sweat off a bro’s butt.”
No….
Xavier bends forward, his pert dark cheeks pulling apart - sweat glistening on their surface. And then I see it. What my body craved. His hole. Everything falls into place, my mouth watering at the sight, my eyes entranced. I could no longer deny what I wanted, deny the inevitability of what I was about to do. The depravity would be immortalised on camera too, my dumb face shoved in a mans ass. Oh fuck.
The perfect black void nestled between his tight buttocks seems to suck away my shame as I lick my lips. “So manly.” I repeat to the crowd that had gathered around me. Mmm. Rimming a man’s ass was almost as good as fucking it. I wanted a taste of all the guys, their shiny sweaty bodies, their musk. It was my place in the group, I was their meathead after all. My cock was already throbbing at the thought. Maybe Yuan was onto something with this whole ‘gay’ thing. Yeah, let’s try going full homo. Huhuhuh. Anything for the bros, bro.
Looking down at me confidently, Xavier grips the back of my head.
“Clean my hole bruh.”
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A few days later I check in on Yuan to see his progress after a few nights obliviously listening to his ‘jocking’ tapes. Dude, I’m going to enjoy watching him slowly bulk up and dumb down. He’s sat up in bed casually tugging at his cock, mouth agape. The heavy thumping bass of trap music is blaring from his speakers. His room is a complete mess.
“How’s it hanging lil bro?”
“Just…mm—wanking.”
“Can see, Meathead. Hung and dumb, nice. I think you’re about ready to join us at the gym.”
“Hmm. Roomie, I—I need your help with something. It’s my big dick…”
“Huhuhu, there’s something wrong with it, let me be a bro and give you a hand with that stick.” I climb over him and wrap my lips around his cock.
“Thuck…ahem. Fuck yeah brooo!”
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daaydreamy · 2 years
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squid game SUCKS
you suck dick
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fiercynn · 7 months
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queer short film: "راكب راكب إنترنت | wifi rider"
queer short cuts is a biweekly newsletter where i share queer & trans short film recommendations. i'm featuring some of my favorite films on tumblr because why not
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jordan | 13 minutes | 2020 | documentary short audio in arabic; english subtitles embedded
راكب راكب إنترنت | wifi rider, directed by roxy rezvany, introduces us to shukri lawrence, a young, queer palestinian-armenian fashion designer and photographer. shukri, who was born in east jerusalem and now lives in jordan, came to fame through his instagram account @wifirider, which he created as a teenager to share his style, fashion, and takes on pop culture. the film, shot on 16mm, also integrates footage from shukri’s early life as well, with shukri’s voiceover to tell us about his story and the clothing label named trashy clothing that he founded with his co-designer omar braika, who is also palestinian. the displacement and threat of state violence that shukri faces is felt throughout the docu-short; he begins by telling us how as a child he dreamed of moving to france, where he thought he would find freedom from his experience in israel. however, over the course of his adolescence, shukri began to understand that while he, like all palestinians currently, has no real home, he prefers his life to still be grounded in the arab world where he still has community in the palestinian diaspora. - deepa's full review, including content notes at the end
you can also find more of director roxy rezvany's work on her website!
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hellcat8908 · 8 months
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Period Pains Jason Todd x Reader
You came home early from work, feeling miserable. The first day of your period was always the worst. Jason always stayed with you the first night and took care of you, but you knew he wouldn't be tonight. You walked in to find him and Grayson sitting in the living room talking. They both turned and greeted you before returning to their conversation. You grabbed a snack out of the cupboard and started eating it. "Hey babe, I'm going to go help Grayson with some stuff at the manor and I'll probably just leave for patrol from there." He says as they step into the kitchen.
"You're going to patrol tonight?" You ask, sounding a little surprised. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?" He answers. "I thought we could spend the night together." You say not wanting to announce to Grayson your situation. "We'll spend time together when I get back if you're still up." You let out a sigh, "yeah, ok." You say before a cramp hits you. You use all your control not to react to the pain. "Why are you being like this?" Jay asks, sounding slightly annoyed. "Being like what?" You ask in response. "Being all needy and clingy. Plus, you're annoyed about me going on patrol tonight." He says. "It's nothing. Go help Grayson, and I'll see you later tonight." You say before walking into the bathroom. You here Grayson and Jay talking but can't make out what they're saying. After a few minutes, you hear the door close.
You turn on the water and start filling the tub. You can't stop the few tears from falling caused by Jason leaving. You grab some tissue and wipe your eyes before undressing. You add some epsom salt to your bath hoping it will help. Soon your submerged in the steaming water up to your neck. You lean your head back as the water eases your tender muscles. You close your eyes and wince through a series of cramps. The water cools quicker than you want it to causing you to drain it and dry off. You consider texting Jay and asking him to come home but after what he said you decide against it. You dress in a pair of Jay's boxer briefs and one of his shirts. You pull your hair up in a messy bun before leaving the bathroom. You grab the heating pad from the hallway closet and your favorite blanket you toss them on the couch before grabbing a pint of cookie dough ice cream from the freezer along with a spoon. You put it on the coffee table before plugging in your heating pad and placing it over your stomach. You wrap up in the blanket and grab your ice cream. You decide to watch some trashy dating reality show while you try to get comfortable.
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Jason sits in the batcave with Grayson going through some audio recordings on the batcomputer. He keeps thinking about you and the way you were acting. He can't figure out what was going on with you. Grayson noticed his distraction and told him to go home if he needed to and that he could have Tim give him a hand. "No i'm fine I just can't figure out what was up with y/n." He explains. "Did you forget an anniversary? Or did you have a date tonight?" Grayson asks trying to help. "No, our anniversary isn't til fall and no date that I know of." Jay responds. He runs his fingers through his hair as he goes over your conversation. "Looks like we've found a match and have a potential location." Grayson announces as he analyzes the information on the screen. "You should go home to y/n, clearly something is wrong." Grayson tells Jay, "plus you shouldn't be out in the field this distracted." Jay sighs before agreeing with him. He moves to grab his coat before starting towards his bike. "Grayson what's the date today?" Jay asks as he figures it out. "The 16th." He answers looking at Jay confused. "Shit! I gotta go!" Jay says now running towards his bike. He speeds home, weaving in and out of traffic. He quickly unlocks the door and opens it. The house is dark except the glow from the tv.
His eyes quickly find you on the couch before he walks over. Your back is to the tv, and he sees your body tremble as you whimper from pain. He sits on the edge of the couch and gently rests his hand on your arm. "Hey princess, I'm sorry I didn't realize what day it was." He says softly. "Jason, it hurts." You say softly, your voice cracking as tears slide down your cheeks. "I know, baby, come on, let's get you to bed, and I'll take care of you." He carefully picks you up and carries you to bed. He tucks you under the covers and grabs a cold water out of the fridge along with some pain meds in the medicine cabinet. He hands you the pills before giving you the water. Once you've swallowed them, he sits the water on the nightstand and strips down to his boxer briefs. He pulls you close to him and gently massages your stomach. "You forgot." You say barely audible enough for him to hear. "I know, princess, I'm sorry." You cuddle up into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'll make it up to you somehow." He promises before kissing the top of your head.
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