When Mommy gets caught with her magic wand…….I guess the robber didn’t want to interrupt her fun. But under some specific conditions.
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Let me decide what you will wear tonight.
Let me decide where we will go.
Let me decide how high you will wear your skirt.
Let me decide what you will say to the bartender.
Let me decide how many drinks you will have.
Let me decide your limits.
Let me decide to make out with you in public.
Let me decide your own desires.
Let me decide when its time to climb into my bed.
Let me decide how you want to be touched.
Let me decide the person you should be.
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i’m so high and just thinking about someone talking down to me in the most gentle and kind way is making my cunt flutter. not even a degrading “talking down,” more loving, like an “I know you can’t think so hard right now so let me make my words nice and easy for you” dumbing down.
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"Testosterone will turn you into a violent pervert", do you fucking promise????
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I hate being a person who loves bugs, I can't say anything without the person I'm talking to reacting with disgust. Today I had to literally beg a coworker for the life of a spider, and then after I put it in a nook outside she thought it'd be funny to show me a video she took of her killing one. Like idk man. Birds scare the shit out of me but I still get why people love them. They come in pretty colors and they sound nice and they're interesting to observe. I don't understand why people don't feel the same about bugs. The rich amber color of a cockroach, the iridescent glow of a fly, the intricate hydraulics that power their little legs, the chirp of a beetle, the art of the spider's web... It's all so beautiful. Why is it the habit of so many to destroy?
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“Oh baby is that edible kicking in?”
“Oh poor princess getting all fuzzy for me. Did you even know those brownies were special or were you just being greedy.”
“Oh you had two?” I feel your hands running up and down my body and shiver. “You’re all relaxed for me now aren’t you.”
“Mmm and we had those drinks earlier too” I feel you start to massage the tension from my shoulders “Just relax for me baby I’ll take care of you”
I wince when you hit a particularly rough spot and feel you smirk leaning forward to whisper in my ear. “By the time I’m done with you all the thoughts in that pretty little head of yours is going to drip in between those gorgeous thighs and I’m going to enjoy Every. Fucking. Second. Of it”
Part 2? 👀
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Because I have just seen this specific thing for the second time, I would like to say:
If I reblog your art, I do not expect you to reblog (or share!) my fic in return
If I comment on your fic, I do not expect you to comment on (or read!) mine in return
My enjoyment of anyone's work does not come with strings or expectations
My friendship is not a bill that you will have to pay later
That's it!
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the feeling when you’ve gotten used to a lyric or a quote or a poem but then you read it again one random day and suddenly it focuses and then explodes into meaning
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i wish everyone who made kit connor feel he had to come out a very merry FUCK YOU. you forced an eighteen year old into coming out publicly, before he was ready, when he stated many many times he wanted to keep it private. how many more times does this shit have to fucking happen before some of you fucking clock that YOU CANNOT QUEERBAIT IN REAL LIFE. this is the natural end to the discourse of ‘if somebody is in the public eye playing a queer person they owe us their sexuality’, and it’s DEEPLY FUCKED UP, they do NOT owe you an answer, and this mindset JUST FORCED AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD TO OUT HIMSELF BEFORE HE WAS READY TO
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