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Line art doneeeee

Upsetting day today so am working on this to cope/make myself feel better

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"Anything is fine as long as it's legal" is not the sex positive position you think it is. Anything can be criminalised. Anything can be decriminalised.

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I never saw people say stuff like this enough when I was a teenager, so I’m saying it now.

I’m in my mid-thirties and I have never had sex. I’ve thought about it and could have had one or two opportunities if I put in more effort, but I always decided against it because I just wasn’t into it at the time.

I can safely say that I do not feel I have missed out on anything. I was perfectly capable, by myself, of learning about my own body and boundaries without anyone else there to muddy the waters. The immense pressure that was there in my teens/twenties to Have Sex Just Do It is basically gone. I’m vibing. I’ve got my routine by myself in bed that I enjoy, and that’s enough for me.

And in the unlikely event that I ever decide to have sex with someone in the future, I don’t feel at all like I’m lacking some essential Knowledge or Skill that would “make it good” for someone else. I fully expect to ask my partner out loud what they like and to receive an answer clearly communicated and to relax and have fun. And if it’s a disappointing experience, I’m fine with that too. It is what it is.

Sex is just not that big of a deal. I suspected it as a teen, and I’m more sure of it now. It’s fine to have it or not have it. It’s whatever.

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every elliott moment ever (58/69)

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Upsetting day today so am working on this to cope/make myself feel better

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You're sick if you find this attractive

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every hans moment ever (58/86)

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Hate knowing that something is wrong and that I'm doing all I can to fix it and yet it's not getting fixed at the rate that I want it to

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Hate knowing that something is wrong and that I'm doing all I can to fix it and yet it's not getting fixed at the rate that I want it to

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Hate knowing that something is wrong and that I'm doing all I can to fix it and yet it's not getting fixed at the rate that I want it to

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Hate knowing that something is wrong and that I'm doing all I can to fix it and yet it's not getting fixed at the rate that I want it to

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They get it

the letterboxd reviews for close my eyes are so fucking funny because there is one common theme

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Even though theres nothing nsfw, I'm too shy to put it on my main blog lol. But I just wanted to say I'm very happy to see you attempt to do gn reader like hell yeah

A Sunday morning, still in bed, with Sinclair… because we shouldn’t get up too early on a Sunday, not when breakfast is already in your arms… 😏😈

Worth Waking Up

Sinclair/Reader

Summary: You wake up far too early, but cuddling your boyfriend makes it all worth it.

AN: Shout out to @mc-tummy-blur, I tried to make this one gn for your sake 😌

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

One of the first things you discovered when you started dating Sinclair was that you had very different ideas of what one should do after waking up, especially on a weekend — while you were rarely out of bed before noon, he was up at 6am every morning for his morning run.

You didn’t mind, though. It meant that when you did get out of bed, Sinclair had already finished his run, had a shower and made breakfast, and sometimes he even saved some for you.

So it was a pleasant surprise when you woke up one morning and found that you were still in the position you’d fallen asleep in, one arm wrapped around his waist, spooning him.

You raised your head slightly and peered at the alarm clock. Half five! Why on earth had your brain decided it was time to wake up at half past five in the morning?!

You let your head fall back against the pillow and closed your eyes again as you snuggled closer to Sinclair. It was nice, holding his warm body against yours, breathing in his scent. You ghosted light kisses across his shoulders as you nuzzled against his skin, and you smiled when he hummed happily in his sleep.

You knew he must be asleep. If he was awake, he would have jumped out of bed already. Sinclair didn’t do things in halves: when he slept, he slept like a log, but as soon as he was awake, he was raring to go.

You loved that about him. You loved that he put so much of himself into everything he did. He felt everything strongly, the good and the bad. It was difficult sometimes, because when he was in a bad mood, it infected the whole room and made everyone around him grumpy too; but when he was in a good mood, he shone like the sun, and he cheered everyone up by proxy too.

But you wouldn’t have him any other way. Sinclair was intense, and you accepted that in every sense. He loved hard, he worked hard, and he slept hard. He was dead to the world until his body clock woke him up at six o’clock on the dot every single morning.

For whatever reason, your body clock had also decided to wake up at an ungodly hour this morning. Despite being physically exhausted from last night, you were wide awake now, but you didn’t plan on following Sinclair in his routine of morning exercise, so instead you stayed in bed, holding your warm boyfriend until six o’clock came and, right on cue, Sinclair woke up.

You kept your eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep. You were curious to know what Sinclair did when he woke up and you were asleep next to him.

He turned around carefully, trying not to disturb you as he moved from his side to his back, your arm still draped over him. He reached up to stroke your hair affectionately, then gave you a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” he whispered softly.

You couldn’t help smiling, your heart melting at the sweetness. You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“About time you woke up,” you murmured teasingly.

Sinclair smiled and his eyes lit up. “[Y/n]! What are you doing awake? You’re about six hours early, you know.”

“Mmm, don’t I know it. But my body seems to have decided to wake up before you this morning.” You yawned and rolled onto your back to stretch out. “I don’t know how you do this, Clair. It’s so cozy and warm and you’re so comfy to cuddle. How can you get up so quickly?”

“I don’t always,” Sinclair admitted. He flipped over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows to gaze adoringly at you. “Sometimes I lie here and cuddle you for a bit before I get up, especially when you’re spooning me so tight I can’t move, I don’t have much choice then but I still love it. I definitely prefer the mornings you’re here so we can have a cuddle before I get up, even if you’re not awake for it.”

You smiled sleepily and reached up to tuck a piece of floppy blonde hair behind his ear.

“Maybe I’ll start waking up just to have a morning cuddle with you.”

“I’d love that!” Sinclair agreed excitedly. “Can we have a morning cuddle now?”

You nodded, and Sinclair eagerly flopped back down into the bed, his arm around your waist as he held you close. He kissed the end of your nose, and you laughed.

“Maybe one day I’ll get you to come running with me,” he said.

“Fat chance,” you snorted, and he laughed.

“Then I’ll settle for morning cuddles,” Sinclair decided, smiling as he held you tighter, and you could feel the sleepiness creeping back over you.

“You’re worth waking up for,” you mumbled, and soon enough you were asleep again, warm and content in your boyfriend’s arms while you held one another close — and for the first time in a long time, Sinclair considered skipping his morning run.

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you sad little pervert

im happy big & sexually normal

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you sad little pervert

im happy big & sexually normal

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