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there's a post where someone said "can you respect trans women who look like men" and someone responded something like "hell yeah I love people who fuck with gender!" and like... yeah that's cool, but in a lot of spaces "trans woman who looks like a man" is a lot less likely to be someone who is intentionally comfortably presenting masculine, and a lot more likely to be a girl who hasn't started transition, or can't safely, or just didn't or couldn't put in the effort to pass as fem today, and a lot of them will just look like schlubby dudes and not a radically presenting queer person. and you should be able to respect that.

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A little sanji for your troubles, he’s even brought a flower teehee 🤭 what a sweetheart he is <3

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Remember kids, every npc is romanceable through the power of delusion

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I just wanted to say, hai hallo, I love your wolfy cowboy man and wish to offer him a snuggle for his poor calf. 😔

The calf butts its soft little head into your thigh as it slowly circles around you. It's still wobbly on his knocked knees, but it's hungry enough to nudge and push for the bottle in your hands. You turn to Beau and he gives you a nod, biting his lower lip to hide his smile. You present the bottle and the baby takes it immediately and suckles.

"It's so tiny," you coo.

"Yeah, he's a skinny one." Beau leans back on the stall door, kicking sawdust up under his heel. "We're gonna make him fat soon enough."

With your free hand, you stroke its ear. It's like velvetine, but hot under your touch.

"What's his name?" you ask.

"I don't usually name the cows." Beau gives you that smile, the soft one that reaches his eyes before it touches his lips. "You already have a name picked out, don'tcha?"

You have to look away to hide your smitten look. "Butterscotch."

He hums a long note. "Alright, okay. Butterscotch it is."

.

Two mornings later, Beau calls you. You're still in your pajamas, waiting for breakfast to finish cooking. Seeing his name makes you giddy... and that makes you anxious

"Good morning," you yawn into the receiver, trying to act as cool as possible. "I was just thinking about you."

"Hey." There's ice in Beau's tone. "Don't come over today."

That glimmering feeling inside you is gone. "What happened?"

"We're gonna be burying that calf," he says, no hesitation. It's nearly heartless, the way he just says it without warning.

"Butterscotch?"

"Yeah."

"He was okay yesterday."

"And now he's not."

You nibble on the edge of your nail until the skin aches.

"Are you okay?" you ask. A long stretch of quiet sits between you, so long that you almost think he's hung up, until he sighs right into the receiver.

"That's why I don't name the damn things."

And then the line clicks off

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no other social media site gives me what tumblr has given me . i love this place . it’s awful here. i’ll never leave .

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blorbo art should take zero effort and time to make. It should just manifest straight out of your mind whenever you want it to

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We don't talk about this enough.

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what if steve got hit by the talkative pervert curse insted of our favorite magical girl

you don't realize anything's wrong until steve opens his mouth during the morning meeting and says: "her thighs could crush a soul. i'd thank her for it."

everyone freezes. including you.

the powerpoint presentation keeps going, oblivious.

a beat.

"sorry," steve says, blinking slowly. "that was supposed to stay in my thoughts."

you slowly turn to look at him.

he, to his credit, looks like he's trying to claw his own mouth off.

"i mean, have you seen her in that pencil skirt?" he continues helplessly, eyes wide in horror. "it's spiritual. it's like being baptized in fuck-me energy."

"steve," you whisper, as derek from marketing stands and walks out with his laptop and a haunted expression.

steve turns to you with a strangled expression. "i think i'm cursed."

you are, your wand says from inside your bag, sounding far too gleeful. and i have never been prouder.

you stand. "okay. we're leaving."

"good idea," steve nods, following close behind. "i'm probably seconds away from describing how your moans echo in my infernal core."

"steve."

"i tasted colors, don't you understand?—"

"STEVE."

you body shove him into the elevator. he leans against the wall, breathing hard.

"don't let me speak," he begs. "muzzle me. chain me. sit on my face. i mean—sit on me to shut me up."

you press all the elevator buttons at once.

your wand purrs.

he's got the horny! he's got the honesty! he's got the range!

you cover your face. "..i can't take you anywhere."

steve and your wand stare at you, then each other. then steve looks back at you and smiles. "you took me to the hottest lava bath in hell, and i'm still here."

a pause.

"god damn it," you mutter, and kiss him before he can say anything worse.

(he still says worse. but you regret nothing.)

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it sounds so ridiculous but sometimes selfship is such a good way to mend the relationship you have with yourself it’s crazy

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Remember to make space for the heteros this month too - yes, really.

Lesbians who became straight men

Gay men who became straight women

All straight drag artists (note that not all of them are cis!)

People with complex identities who thusly encompass multiple orientations (like genderfluid and multigender people who, yes, are sometimes straight, or even simultaneously with other labels)

Hetero aro and ace people. Especially. Seriously.

People with fluid orientations

Gnc people who find joy in their straightness

Many queer people are also straight. Queerness is note solely reliant on gayness. These people too, are a part of pride. Remember that.

[All discourse attempts will be swiftly blocked. Exclusionists fuck off]

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Nothing hits like "romantic couple and a third guy who's not dating either of them but is definitely a part of this dynamic"

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When the domestic image of you in their kitchen hits them so hard they just need to pull at the waistband as they drop to their knees behind you because as much as dinner looks delicious they’ve got an appetite for something much more urgent as they press your hips against the kitchen counter with their mouth 💗

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🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

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making out at the beach... your bodies relaxed and hot from the sun, that sharp, tangy coastal smell... salt in your hair and his, the gentle movement of the waves making your balance a little wobbly as he keeps his arms solidly wrapped around you and kisses you so deeply, like he can't get enough, like there's no one else in the whole wide world but two lovers kissing each other stupid in the ocean...

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either by curse, or alternate world magical girl!reader is very talkative and perverted and Satan bless his heart(god couldn't do it) Steve still loves reader even if she's more perverted then the wand and also tells the office about her conquest of 'getting down and dirty with one of them office working boys' very loudly

the curse hits somewhere between your morning patrol and your fourth cup of coffee. you don’t notice it until you’re halfway through telling derek from marketing how steve made you see stars with just his tongue.

“like—real stars, derek. i think i astral projected. i saw my taxes. i forgave my ex. i spoke to god. he said ‘damn, girl.’”

derek is crying.

steve is across the office, staring directly into a spreadsheet with the focus of a man trying not to combust.

your wand buzzes frantically in your bag.

you’re cursed, it hisses. being horny is my job.

“i’m just saying,” you continue, popping a butterscotch in your mouth like a grandmother who fucks, “not bad for one of them office boys. kinda sweet how his tail curls when he finishes. real attentive lover. sinful. highly recommend.”

derek grimaces.

steve—demon, villain, occasional war criminal—lets out a noise halfway between a groan and a prayer.

you lean over the divider with a dreamy sigh. “babe. tell derek how many times i came.”

“no,” he mutters, dead-eyed.

“babe.”

“absolutely not.”

“i was levitating, steve.”

he scrubs his face with one hand. his claws are half-out. the tip of his tail is flicking around like a metronome of doom.

“you’re cursed, baby,” he sighs. “you know you’re cursed.”

“cursed with that good d—”

“stop.”

your wand buzzes in warning.

you’re going to make him level the building. again.

you prop your chin on your hand and sigh dreamily, watching steve attempt to silently commit murder with a pencil sharpener. “you love me.”

he grits his teeth. “i do.”

“i’m gonna say weird stuff all day.”

“i know.”

“i might hump your leg.”

“you already did. in the elevator.”

“regret it?”

he glances at you—cheeks pink, jaw tight, aura humming with helpless lust and bone-deep fondness. “not even a little.”

you blow him a kiss.

your wand groans.

we’re all gonna die because you got dicked down by satan’s tax accountant.

and honestly?

totally worth it.

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listen, fuck "to each their own", sometimes your mutual gets into some batshit insane rarepair that they're a little embarrassed about and it becomes your sworn duty to put on your jester bells and jingle jangle proudly by their side for moral support. don't be a pussy. it's ride or die motherfucker

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shout out to the ppl i’m mutuals with that i’m too scared to talk to bc you’re really cool and i know you look gorgeous right now.