#Gonna self reblog this to have it on this blog

[orchideae]

I apologize for the severe radio silence literally everywhere for the last 2/3 days! While Christmas and New Years Eve were immensely fun, my social batteries were depleted to the absolute max (which is very rare for me), along with coughing fits recommencing and so I needed some air (which didn't do my lungs well either, 'cause apparently I'm supposed to sit forever and rest and never live life), and then when I was inside, it was Sims time while waiting for my batteries to recharge. But now it's time to get 2024 started here.

[jutsuuu]

girl help I’m experiencing

[lnlii-archive]

GOD. watching radfem blogs who follow me slowly slipping into just straight up far-rightism...it’s absolutely bonkers buck wild. like i’m sorry but i need to rant about the fact that yall claim to be feminists but openly mock ‘weak’ or ‘effeminate’ liberal men and call them ‘cucks’ or whatever right along with the far right...why is it a trend that yall would rather reblog from some incel that post roe v wade reversal changed his description to ‘good luck murdering the unborn now, whores’ than reblog from a leftist trans woman? wtf is wrong with you?

i think some of yall deep down have some serious internalized Trad values that you have yet to confront and you’re just clinging to radical feminism because it is the last ~cool~ and ~subversive~ way to be Trad without having to be like the Stinky Trump Supporters. or the last way to be Trad without having to confront that actual pathetic lifestyle for what it is.

why do i regularly see women who follow me go on rebog sprees from these nasty Trad incels who like. openly hate women and are openly against abortion? do you seriously think that pepe frog icon who posts pictures of 15 year old brides with 55 year old husbands outside a dilapidated cottage in the middle of ass fuck nowhere is going to see your blog and Come To The Light because your ass is so fat he can’t resist? yall are so utterly pathetic thirsting for Trad Christian Cock going through these nasty ass blogs from people who don’t see you as human and rebogglinig memes and like Cute Animal Pics from them in between posts about catholicism and the birth rate and Uncle Joe’s Dementia and shit. he is not going to eat you out. he is not going to start preferring his women older than 15. i would bet $74389217489031 that these men are making fun of thirsty, hairy radfems in private groupchats right now. like if you want to work on Converting someone then direct your energy at WOMEN because those are the people getting hurt by Trad shit. those are the people getting taken advantage of and married off to be property for drunkard losers. but i guess that’s boring because it’s more fun to post about your wet pussy after reblogging 4738910 posts from some guy with Pepe With an AK-47 as his icon because then that man might notice you and think briefly of wanting to fuck you. yall are so desperate it’s pathetic, and i say this as a het radfem. simply date a liberal man who respects you. it’s not difficult <3

[fyrewalks]

ready to snooze and a little stressed out by the dash melting down over a glitch i'm not sure actually exists so i'll be around tomorrow!

[cat-of-doodles]

sorry for very few doodles these days

[boydykedevo]

keep going "oh no the queue for the ethersea blog is getting short let me slow it down it a bit... also while i'm here let me add a couple more things..." and then next thing i know I have 40 posts queued again

[secretsivekept]

i forgot to let y'all know i made a side blog specifically to cater to my new hyper fixation that i got recently because I didn't wanna bombard you guys with all this xD but since i have some art on there i figured i'd link it :3

@hijacksecrets

[klinejack]

so im gonna try to stay far away from the dash for the forseeable future if you would like me to see or reblog anything please please tag me as always im tracking #klinejack and #scottstiles later homeslices ✌

[yoohyeontual]

Hi I’m Alex ! I’m a multi stan (gg & bg), which means I stan way too many groups, but I think my sweet personality make up for it (idk ask my mutuals) 🥺💕💞

[lightningfilledsaber]

sigh I’m not doing yaoi discourse in 2023. takes three seconds to look up how it originated versus other gay genres/subgenres like yuri, shounen-ai, bara, or BL. I seriously don’t give a fuck if people create/engage with yaoi but ignoring its origins is not helping anyone especially if you’re trying to reclaim the genre.

[bi-wheeler]

Update: Hello, Nikki here!! Used to be insanelycooljared. Rebranded to bi-wheeler. Mainly Stranger Things and Heartstopper content (brainrot). 

[jerrythebug]

This week is going to be a Week of Drawings because I've made some and I'd love to share with other insane individuals like myself!!!

[dr-piss-thief-phd]

One thing I hate about this site is that when I block someone their reblog a with comments still show up on my dash so I have to see their annoying fucking takes all the time still

[seventh-district]

ough i've been neglecting my side-blogs and tumblr in general so badly lately. i need more time in my day

[lotusneedsserotonin]

silly time

[anaxiphikia]

minors & ageless blogs dni. | wriothesley x fem!reader.

cw. ooc wrio? more common than u thinkies, so so so self indulgent, riding, semi-public sex, is this a breeding kink? /ref (wrap it b4 tappin it plz), daddy kink (ofc…), belly bulgeeee !! praise + petnames (good girl, baby)

notes. fixin’ the layout tmrw ew… oh excuse it not bein proofread yet too !! | tagging @yingsreverie bc dis came 2 my mind aftr ur post earlier n’ wrio babiez stick together ♡

“that’s it,” his voice is low, a heavy timbre that rumbles from his chest as his hot breath tickles the back of your neck, “that’s a good girl.”

there’s the embarrassing wet squelch of your bodies colliding as you give your first hesitant bounce on his lap. your legs straddle him, feeling his chest press against your back as he presses loving kisses to your shoulder blades. you’ve barely began your ministrations and yet your legs are crumbling beneath you, quivering as you raise your hips to slam them back down again.

“takin’ me so well tonight, huh?” WRIOTHESLEY chuckles, a large palm sliding from your waist upwards, following the curve of your side before he cups your breast in his hand, “so fuckin’ tight baby.”

secret meetings like this in his office were nothing new between the two of you. plenty of times had you found yourself visiting for a mere cup of tea shared in the company of your partner and yet ending up tucked underneath his mahogany desk, your pretty lipgloss coated lips wrapped around his length and a calloused hand buried in your hair.

numerous times had visitors questioned wriothesley’s questionably sized desk chair and wriothesley always uttered the same excuses with that coy grin of his; it was for comfortability, of course but you knew the truth - it meant that your body could fit snugly on his lap for a multitude of purposes.

“daddy—” there’s the faintest reflection of crystalline tears in the corner of your eyes when your hips slap down onto his, his tip pressing to your spongey spot like it has done thousands of times before. wriothesley knew your body well, after all, “s-so full—”

you’re babbling and it’s barely coherent, much to wriothesley’s amusement as his spare hand wanders over your belly, pressing hard onto the bulge that comes with every bounce of your smaller body. he clicks his tongue, his hand idly squeezing your breast before it returns to your waist and helps guide you. you’re losing your pace, faltering as you arch back against his broad chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you cry out.

“you’re doing such a good job, baby, you know that?” he groans close to your ear, feeling the way your walls tighten in response to his words. your hands blindly fumble to find his arms, his hands, any of him so that you can claw at his pale skin, leaving pretty red marks as you try to find purchase.

there’s a fluttering in your tummy that can only mean one thing, drawing out more harmonious moans from your swollen lips as wriothesley’s fingers trace over your sensitive clit, giving an exceptionally sharp thrust, “makin’ such a mess… gonna have to finish inside…”

it only takes a few powerful thrusts, wriothesley’s strong grip almost bruising your waist as he holds you down on his lap, his cock bottoming out as it twitches, filling your womb with hot, sticky seed as your walls clamp and milk him dry for what he’s worth. there’s a breathy chuckle from your partner, your overstimulated body shuddering as you finally relax back against him. your legs ache, spent once again from another simple “visit” to your boyfriend’s office.

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