#Sir

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. "Thank you, MISS."

I'm a cis man, for the record.

Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we're booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn't until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn't have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you'd have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day."

I've been able to dodge what few complaints we've gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they're talking about. "You must have dialed the wrong number, because I'm the only woman here, and I didn't talk to you." That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn't understand why they respond with "well we've been staying there for years, but we're never coming back." They think she's protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they're just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn't even cross her mind that they're talking about me. Why would it?

My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It's never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn't exactly be a trans ally. I'm in a weird position here, and it's hilarious.

[themidnightgourmand]

[sirartwork]

I wish I had a big dick, like a horse big dick

[crewdlydrawn]

S I R.

[mysterygrl20]

Ateez at Coachella 2024 | Park Seonghwa

credit: Sparkling Heart

[the-tired-trans-guy]

each mauraders couple in animagus form

Regulus and James

Remus and Sirius

Evan and Barty

I do not own any of these photos found them on google these are just some of the ships I’ll do the girls at some point.

[xxc0reyxx]

i’m fucking begging ben edlund to get tumblr. speak all of your unhinged destiel thoughts to us. speak everything to us and we will take it as gospel PLEASE

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

I'll never not repost this...

Vincent Price as the Devil/Mr. Scratch

The Story of Mankind (1957)

[sirartwork]

Perhaps i'm dumb, or maybe it's tumblr being tumblr, but where did that post you made about a meme fellowship go? I can't remember all the names, but i knoe for a fact that "Spurdo the Turgid" was one of them

The original drawings were a reply to a now-deleted tumblr post, but thankfully I had a backup posted on twitter, including the original map joke and group drawing by an unknown anon:

[nopecho]

IS NO ONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS?????

I feel like my mind is exploding.

Whitney?? A good father?? Sir????

[dontmakemeright]

Making them touch themselves in front of me.

I know they're shy; they're already embarrassed when I'm the one prying their legs apart to make them feel good. But doing it on their own, knowing I'm sitting right there, watching their every move is enough to destroy their little mind.

They're on their back, naked, thighs held together as if I haven't buried my face between them just yesterday. I order them to start touching their pretty body, to always hold eye contact with me. I love the way their shaky fingers run over their skin, that I know is so fucking soft; them teasing their nipples until they're hard and oversensitive. I know which parts they're going to touch next, where they like it, how. Hips moving desperately, thighs pressed together, eyes wary and cheeks rosy.

Go on, darling, Sir wants to see your pretty parts now. And they whine, but they're too pent up to talk back, spreading their legs for me until their heat is fully exposed to the cool air of the room. I watch closely at the way their little pussy clenches around nothing, folds shiny with slick, clitty swollen and needy.

I know they would've started rubbing it much earlier if they'd been alone. But now they hesitate, gliding their hands over their waist, along the insides of their thighs, legs shaky with want, eyes pleading.

Look at you, sweet little thing, do you think you can cum from just rubbing your poor clit? I know you're so empty but I want to finger you open for me myself. Is that alright with you, baby?

They nod hectically, eyes rolling back as their fingers finally slide between their folds, brushing over their sweet spot over and over again until they're a moaning mess, dripping sind pulsing. And I know they're so close, eyes lingering on the growing errection in my pants, wishing I was inside of them already.

Keep going, love. Promise I'll fuck you so good. But now, be good for Sir and cum. Cum for me.

And they do, rubbing themselves almost violently as they fall apart, whimpering my name, sounding broken and desperate ~ And while they're trying to catch their breath I use the time to get undressed, chuckling at the way their eyes glaze over as they look at my throbbing cock, knowing they're not done anytime soon.

[catre33]

the fact that Percy Jackson as an individual has just chugged gallons of respect women juice throughout his lifetime

Literal gallons

[birdsofanarchy]

My favorite part of the new Percy Jackson show is whenever percabeth is percabething Grover is committed to being the funniest bitch in the show with his side quests

[as-i-watch]

Losing my goddamned mind

[valninja]

“Then keep me instead... I’d love to see your nation.”

“You can’t come down there in that.”

[jayceart]

Book 3 was so wild everyone was having such a bad day and then they're just-