#Sarcasm

[where-was-there-was]

Everyone sees lamps and similar lights as smudges / with spikes going out of them, right?

The way people just assume that their experiences are universal. No thoughts, opinions or feelings about it. I'm just observing it.

"I'm not disabled in any way but I always go out of my way to avoid doing this completely normal everyday thing able-bodied people can do because doing that causes me physical pain."

Dude.

"I'm not gay or anything, but on average you really do see more good-looking men than you see good-looking women."

Bruh.

"It must really suck to have ADHD or something, I mean I forget what I was doing every 30 seconds and get yelled at about it at least twice a day, it would suck if that was like a clinical thing."

Brother.

"I'm perfectly happy being a cis man but wouldn't everyone rather be a woman if they had the chance?"

Ma'am.

[velvethell666]

mine aesthetic

[meamidstthechaos]

Just patiently waiting for science to cook up a version of me that doesn’t overthink tiny details or spiral over everything.

[otatma]

@bestmiaou

🏴illiteracypunk follow

everything feels hopeless these days because of the rise of global Corporatist Techno-Feudal Fascism, we can't forget about caring for each other and ourselves

You have to put on your own oxygen mask before changing the world, to continue living in a hostile society is an act of rebellion

traditional activism feels too hollow and ableist so instead, build up your own community: spend money in your local businesses, buy more drugs, maybe even throw up a graffiti or shoplift necessities (only from big corporations!) to then distribute. use public libraries, help out in a community garden or join a queer group

the point is to do things! indulge yourself and reinterpret your pre-existing behaviors as revolutionary and real. nevermind an actually defined structure, that's Authority and we can't liberate ourselves with the tools of our oppressors. only through voluntarist activism, in which the same few people show up for a few years before burning out or being involved in some sort of abuse, can we do Good. in fact, just go ahead and throw all that activism in the backgrounds, it sometimes doesn't feel good, after all. Collective freedom is only the sum of all individual freedoms, so by looking only after your own comfortableness and without ever doing anything that feels Bad, we can all build a revolution and freedom

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[goracememy]

[strangegardentrash]

In His Presence, Even Cats Find Stillness

Art tree

[makingsenseofwhathappened]

[chappydev]

hm. curious. why would parents act like that. hm. i can't figure it out. hm. it's so disturbing how people get upset about their loved ones suffering. hm. these are the priorities of a normal human society. we are normal. this is normal. everything's fine.

[lonerslug]

The bath was over. Your skin was pink, your limbs jelly. You were freshly cleaned, warm and wobbly, and Sevika carried you straight out of the tub, towel-dried your body like you were helpless, and now you were lying facedown on the bed.

Naked. Wet hair. Whimpering into the pillow.

“Mmhm,” Sevika murmured, climbing up behind you. “So now you’re quiet?”

You huffed. “I’m recovering. You fucked the hell outta me.”

“You’re still dramatic.”

“And you’re still not sorry.”

She snorted. “I literally carried you out the tub like a princess.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I have spaghetti legs from all the orgasms you forced outta me.”

“That’s not how forcing works, baby.”

You grumbled. She laughed.

And then, click.

You lifted your head. “What was that?”

“don’t tell me you’re putting on a strap now..” you added

She held up a lotion bottle. Smirked. “Turn over.”

“…Why.”

“I’m moisturizing you.”

You blinked. “That’s intimate.”

“Shut up and roll over.”

You did. Dramatically.

And then gasped when her cold hands met your thighs.

“hey, it’s cold!”

“Quit whining.”

Her hands slid up, smoothing lotion over your legs, then your hips, slow and firm. She knew exactly where to press, massaging in with her thumbs, strong fingers digging just enough to make your muscles melt. Up your sides, across your belly, over your arms.

She was careful with your small tits, brushed her knuckles along them teasingly, grinning when you arched up into the touch like a spoiled little brat.

“You’re so needy,” she muttered.

“You like it.”

“eh, I do.”

When she was done, she helped you up, kissed your cheek, and handed you one of her old tank tops. faded dark navy. A little stretched out. Stolen from her old drawer.

she pulled it over your head and,

damn

It was tight.

Like… skin-tight.

It clung to your tits like they were trying to bust out of it, your hard nipples clearly visible through the soft fabric. The hem barely covered your ribs.

“Sevika,” you whispered. “This is so small.”

“Yeah,” she said, staring openly. “I was sixteen. That thing’s vintage.”

“I look like a slut.”

“You look like a problem.”

You looked behind and said, “Omg.. this is strangling my tits.”

“…what tits?” she chuckled.

you gave her the NASTIEST side eye ever. “you are a bitch!!”

then she sat back after you flipped her off, lips parted, watching you adjust the fabric over your chest. Her eyes dropped lower. You hadn’t put on shorts.

Just lace panties.

Black. Thin. A little sheer. Framing your soft thighs and still-flushed skin like a gift.

Sevika’s jaw tensed.

You blinked innocently. “What?”

She dragged a hand down her face. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I’m literally recovering from trauma.”

She gave you a look. “Trauma.”

“hey, your tits traumatised me.” (u were just suckin on them 😇)

“I will bite you.”

You giggled, crawling into her lap, legs straddling her hips, your tiny tank top bunching at your waist. Your small tits brushed against her chest and you grinned smugly when her breath hitched.

“Am I forgiven yet?” you whispered, arms wrapping around her neck. “You got to punish me, make me cum, bathe me, lotion me up… all that’s missing is praise.”

Her hands gripped your waist.

Her eyes? Dark.

“You want praise now?” she murmured, low and dangerous. “After all that?”

You nodded slowly. “Just a little.”

Her lips brushed your neck.

“You’re perfect,” she whispered. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

You shivered.

“Look so fucking good in my shirt,” she added, voice deepening. “You think you’re teasing me. But you’re driving me insane.”

You smiled against her mouth.

“Mm. Then let me be your problem.”

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[nyancrimew]

always remember that you've never done anything wrong and never will do anything wrong, but that person who you don't know who just said something that mildly annoyed you online is probably actually a really awful person and you're completely right to harass them and accuse them of whatever you want

[transfaguette]

you see trans men have male privilege because as we know its bad to be seen as a woman. but also they have female privilege, because as we know its also good to be seen as a woman which they are . i mean are seen as. which they definitely are all of the time and as we know there is no negative consequences to being seen as a certain kind of woman. except when there is but that never applies to trans men. get the picture?

[meamidstthechaos]

In a room full of people, I would be looking for the door.

[goracememy]