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phannie dashboard simulator today:

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 2: overcooked livestream gif set

mutual 3: oh my god

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 2: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 4: ketchup heart is the new ranch metaphor

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 1: d ❤️ p pic

mutual 5: i'm overdosing on yaoi cocaine

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only during the d&p segment

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d ♡ p

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Holy **** oh right okay. So I was about to make a post about how using speech to text has already been a game changer for me but as you can see by the line of asterix at the start of this post the bloody thing auto censors swear words. (Yet bloody got through, ig Because it is a description and also British slang.). Hint: the word I was trying to say there starts with F and ends with K.

Oh and guess what else you can't say you can't say? **** [Nipples]. had to type that myself. penis is ok but **** [clitoris] isn't, and all my attempts to say "clit" were Misunderstood, which may just be my speech but at this point I am not willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Vagina is OK too but every time I say it there is a moment when an * shows up on screen first before the full word does. this doesn't happen when I say the word penis.

It is completely heinous. Anybody who needs speech to text is immediately forced to comply with the rules set out by people in a position of power and then enforced by a machine — a machine that is a very powerful accessibility tool. Imagine trying to dictate a letter to a doctor or fill in an E consult with speech to text, only to have words of your anatomy censored as if they are taboo. there is already far too much stigma around genital physical health — and note that I could say genital but can't say **** [clitoris] — for it to be okay for these words to be censored.

And even if somebody just wants to swear In a message to their friends or write smut/**** [pornography], they should be able to. There is no justification for this feature. No reason for it to be default.

I'm trying to find a way around this. There is a settings icon on the little speech to text bar that comes up, but this only gives me options For the speech typing launcher, auto punctuation, and to set the default microphone. it's making me extremely angry

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every now and then I am reminded to my great chagrin that my mother is funnier than I am

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CONCLAVE (2024) + LETTERBOXD REVIEWS

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couldn’t have said it better myself.

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(In the cuck chair)(starts booing)

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I’m just saying if Daniel Radcliffe, the literal protagonist of the Harry Potter franchise since the age of ten years old, was able to disavow JK Rowling and move on from the HP universe then actually what the fuck is anyone else’s excuse. There is no one else on the planet who can say their entire childhood was HP more than that guy and he still cared about trans people more than the average tumblr user who says “we’re protesting by making all her characters queer and trans!!” like you can do better. You should do better.

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ffs get a room guys

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sometimes looking in your tumblr activity can provide a fun little mystery called "who dug that up"

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His phone lit up. He wouldn't have noticed, if he didn't have insomnia, for the second night in a row. He squinted at the brightness and swiped the screen.

"Hux?"

"Hey. Sorry, I don't know why I called you."

"Everything OK?" It was quiet on the other end of the phone. Some rustling of fabric. "Hux?"

"You asked me about dom drop, once."

Kylo sat up in bed. "Yes?"

"I'm fine."

"Uh-huh."

Hux groaned softly. "Tell me about your day? Just - tell me anything, I don't care what it is."

Kylo did. Work had been shit, so he had plenty of asinine stories. They hadn't hooked up in ages. It was even longer since they had dated. Kylo made sure to pause here and there, to check Hux's breathing. It sounded pretty even, but Hux could be doing that manually.

Hux had always been great in a crisis. Kylo wasn't. He'd dropped a couple of times with Hux. It wasn't Hux's fault. Sub drop usually wasn't anyone's fault, it just happened, but Kylo was great at working himself up and making things ten times worse. Why Hux called him of all people, Kylo didn't know.

"Where are you?" Kylo asked, when he ran out of stories from work.

"I'm home," Hux said, to Kylo's relief.

"Who were you with? Anyone I know?"

Hux paused for a moment. "Found a new dungeon. Met someone. We seemed to have a lot in common, but when we got down to it, I guess we didn't."

"What happened?"

"Nothing," Hux chuckled. "Nothing at all. We had a perfectly nice time. He left hours ago and I was fine. Until I wasn't."

Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, maybe it was the hope that Hux would do the same, if the roles were reversed. "You wanna come to mine? I can come to you."

"I won't ask you to clean up someone else's mess."

"I'm offering."

It didn't feel like a long time, but when Hux showed up on his doorstep, Kylo realised it was. Hux had a full beard. His hair was longer.

Kylo stepped aside to let him in. Given the hour, and the mildly haunted look on Hux's face, Kylo took him directly to the bedroom.

"What do you need from me?"

Hux huffed and smiled, "Don't tempt me."

Kylo smiled back. "You look better than you sounded on the phone."

Hux held out his hand. His very obviously trembling hand. "Holding on by a thread, but thank you."

They got situated in bed. Kylo flat on his back, Hux with his ear pressed to Kylo's chest.

He was trying to figure out if asking about the beard first, would disarm him enough that he'd talk about what happened, when Hux beat him to it, "I thought of you," Hux said, "is why I called. After he left, I thought of all the times you felt poorly and didn't tell me. And I began to worry. Would he be comfortable coming back? Or even reach out, if he felt off? But I didn't want to put all my anxieties onto him and ruin a perfectly good experience."

The expected jealousy didn't come. After they'd parted ways and had had time to cool off, they'd met up for sex, on occasion. Having kinky sex was easier, when you knew your partner well. The less you needed to talk, the more time you had for the good parts.

It had been messy. Too many lingering feelings. Too many thinly veiled questions about other pursuits. The familiarity largely hadn't been worth it.

Kylo couldn't help but wonder if Hux's tastes had changed. "What do you like about him?"

"He's eager," Hux said. "He sent me outfit options for tonight. Asked me to choose for him. A bit too proactive, perhaps, in hindsight. It was exciting at first." He took a deep breath. "I suppose that could've done it. He took the control away from me, in a sense. In his eagerness."

Kylo stroked the length of his back. "It's not like you to be careless."

"Well," Hux hummed, "been away from all that for a while. Finding partners is deceptively hard. I don't know that the effort is worth it for me." He not so subtly sniffed Kylo's chest. "How about you? Am I stepping on any toes?"

Kylo chuckled. "No. It's like you said: a whole lot of hassle, for a whole lot of nothing."

"People are dreadful."

"What's with the beard?"

Hux got up on his elbows, to look at Kylo. "You don't like it?"

"Didn't say that."

Hux rolled his eyes and lied back down. He felt heavier this time. "One of the new places, I was called a twink. Twink. Can you believe it? At my age? Ridiculous."

"So, you decided to age yourself fifteen years?"

"Obviously," Hux said, paused, then, "Fifteen? Bit steep, isn't it?"

Kylo laughed. "You look older, is what I said."

His vanity was coming through, "Too old or distinguished?"

"Your appearance was never the problem for me."

Hux huffed and grumbled a bit. "No, I suppose not. It's the short fuse and explosive outbursts."

It was the unrelenting desire to know Kylo. God knows, Kylo's fuse was shorter. He trailed his fingers up Hux's spine, up over his nape and into the back of his hair. His thick, soft hair. The new length made it easier to hold on to. Hux sighed softly and went limp.

Kylo felt a gentle rush of emotions. Hux wasn't his dom anymore, but his body didn't care. It felt good, taking care of him. Being able to help him. It was one of the reasons why Kylo hadn't found someone new. Power exchange made every little interaction that much more meaningful. The high highs and low lows were a lot to contend with.

Especially Kylo's highs and lows.

"I'm sure you did a good job today. You've never not done that."

"That's kind of you to say," Hux said.

"Kindness has nothing to do with it. You've never done me wrong, in that regard."

"Only all the other ways," Hux smiled.

"You're a terrible boyfriend." Hux laughed. "You wanna stay? I think I have a spare toothbrush," Kylo said.

"If it's not too much to ask?"

"Maybe your snoring will put me to sleep."

"I will try my best," Hux said.

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baby girl I don't know what that acronym means. it would be so sexy of you to write out that piece of media's name in its entirety. Just the one time for momma please.

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Zwei Mal in Folge ein Mann als Bundeskanzlerin, was ist aus diesem Land geworden

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These extras from The Summer Hikaru Died are frying me. Me when I’m an eldritch being and I forget how humans work (lol)

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anxiety will have you thinking things like "will everyone hate me if i order coffee at the coffee shop" and "will people think i'm crazy if i work out at the gym"