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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

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visual gags that are well made and smart

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I thought I was over my crush but they replied to me and I'm back in the ocean with no scuba suit

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You've probably seen polls about "Would you sing for X minutes / in front of X many people / etc. for $" before. Well. Here's another one!

If you sing a song in front of 50,000 people, you get a million dollars... but this time, you don't get to pick the song.

Spin this wheel of song options, and that's what you have to sing in front of a stadium full of people. You will have 30 minutes to prepare.

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dry humping is so underrated. whats not hot about feeling each other's body through your clothes? the increasing warmth and tension between you and your partner. getting more desperate by the second to see each other undressed. breathy moans and groans. muttering in frustration at how badly you want it. all the while youre getting more and more turned on. dry humping should be appreciated more.

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grinding can be a stim if you’re not a coward

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the way i need someone to manhandle me into a kiss

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I need to bite him but not in a kinky way just in an autistic way

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mmggmhhmgmgmggngngjgjgjgjmgmgmfnffmfhghgn boys,,,,,,,,, holdign hands,, and kissing sometimes,, and telljng eachother they love eascjother,,,,,,,,,, nfngkrgmmg,b,b,b,h,,n,hmmb,g,n,n,nfmf,,,,

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we as a society moved on from this photoshoot too quick

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Dude I see so much of average drugged whumpee just being spacey and out of it, but I raise you, a drugged whumpee that’s happy. A whumpee dosed with a euphoria drug that has them wonderfully higher than a kite, laughing, looking at streaming shimmering hallucinations around them, blissfully relaxed and unaware that whumper is behind it

bonus points if whumper flees from wherever they’ve been hiding, leaving a happily drugged whumpee behind as a “present” for caretaker

(content warning: nudity, the vague references to non-con touching)

YES. YES. YES.

I ADORE happy little drugged out whumpees! And Caretaker finding them like that? Especially when it’s such a far cry from whumpee’s typical personality? I could explode.

It’s all about the dichotomy between their behavior and their situation. Anything would be more fitting. Helpless terror as they shiver in the corner, hiding from horrors only they can see. Numb listlessness because their body is overburdened by exhaustion. Those all make sense, they fit.

But joy? Near manic euphoria, a smile stretching across their pale and dirty face? They’re not screaming or crying, but laughing, a drunken giggle that bounces against cold walls.

I think there’s an extra layer of helplessness there that is absolutely amazing. They’ve been stripped of their freedom, their dignity, and even their ability to properly respond to their situation. They’re not even given the right to anger or sadness. They’re trapped in an unthinking joy, and they can’t even begin to understand why it’s a bad thing.

And left as a prize? Absolutely. I love the idea of Caretaker finding them like that, at their most vulnerable. Presented like a trophy. Wrapped in thin silk and rope too weak to bind them under normal conditions, bruises peppering otherwise bare skin.

It’s humiliating, it’s painful, but Whumpee has no awareness of that. They simply feel good, relaxed and peaceful in a way they haven’t been for months. They’re barely aware of the exposed state they’re in, too out of it to even feel shame. They can’t remember the mocking words Whumper spoke as they pushed the needle into Whumpee’s skin, can’t remember the sicking mix of fury and terror they felt in those first few minutes, laying there with nothing to do but wait for the drug to kick in. All that’s left in their head is pink, sparkling joy.

Finally, Caretaker arrives. Whumpee doesn’t register the look of horror on Caretaker’s face. They barely respond as they’re searched for injuries, barely respond to Caretaker’s presence at all. When they do respond, it’s with slow, slurred speech, the words incoherent and muddled with uncontrollable laughter.

It sends a chill up Caretaker’s spine. It’s a state they’d neve expect to find Whumpee in, a state Whumpee would never allow themselves to be found in. It's frightening, seeing Whumpee act so unlike themselves.

Knowing that Whumper was around them in this state makes Caretaker sick. Knowing that Whumper had them at their most vulnerable, was free to mock them, touch them, do anything, and Caretaker wasn’t there to stop it, makes them feel sick.

It makes them sick to think this is all part of some game to Whumper. It makes them sick to think that they’re playing along, that saving Whumpee is somehow part of Whumper’s plan. But there’s nothing else Caretaker can do.

Caretaker removes their coat and drapes it over Whumpee’s body. Carefully, they pick Whumpee up, not trusting them to walk in their state. Whumpee’s body is warm despite being left on the cold floor, skin flush as the drug works through their system. Whumpee’s shivering, though they don’t seem to notice that either.

Whumpee presses themselves into Caretaker’s chest, humming contently. Caretaker holds them close with trembling fingers, and swears to never let them go again.

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I love you trans men who have issues w penetration. I love you trans men w vaginismus. I love you trans guys who just don’t enjoy penetrative sex. I love you trans men who don’t bottom. I love you trans guys who can’t cum. I love you trans men who take forever to come. I love you trans guys who cry during or after sex/masturbation. I love you trans guys who have issues w vulnerability and sexuality. I love you trans men <3

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New article :3

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*taps microphone* sub tops

*crowd cheers*