#answered things

[sweetstonefemme]

if you support israel, do not touch this blog ❤︎

formerly @airheadfemme, but tumblr hates me and terminated my account, so here we go again!

my wonderful friend and mutual @gothcoffins and i have a very lovely discord server if anyone would like to join (must be a 20+ year old femme4butch lesbian)!

about me:

~ 22 years old

~ white and transmisogyny exempt

~ ofos nonbinary high femme lesbian

~ very happily taken by @poembutch ❤︎

~ submissive to a fault, but experimenting more with my dominant side

~ fat, disabled, chronically ill, and neurodivergent (adhd, autistic, bipolar)

~ i use they/them pronouns with everyone except my butch, who i prefer to refer to me using she/her pronouns

dni, tags, kinks, limits, and more under the cut

do not interact if you are:

~ a minor

~ a man (cis or trans)

~ an ed or feeder blog

~ a defender of "bisexual lesbians" or anything similar

~ someone who believes that nonlesbians can use the terms dyke, butch, or femme

~ someone who believes that nonblack nonlesbians can use the terms stud and stem(me)

~ a defender of harmful "kinks" such as ag*play/ddlg, r*pe (anything beyond dubious consent), inc*st, "orientation play"/corrective r*pe, r*ce play, etc

~ a racist, zionist (two staters included), transmisogynist (this includes terfs, ppl who believe in "transandrophobia", ppl who think trans men can be lesbians, etc), fatphobic person, or any other sort of bigot that i may have forgotten to put

my tags:

#the airhead speaks - my original posts

#my good butch ❤︎ - posts (including rbs) about domming

#taking notes - posts i want to look at again later

#🛡️- posts that remind me of my butch or that were rb'd from my butch will be tagged (bc they're my knight and i'm their princess ❤︎)

#beloved femmes ❤︎ - typically just pictures of femmes that i think are gorgeous (all compliments are platonic)

#my pics - idk p self explanatory but the few times i post pictures they'll be here haha

#ask me things! - ask games and prompts

#answered things - all of my answered asks

kinks:

~ praise

~ bondage

~ choking

~ breeding

~ blasphemy

~ corruption

~ possession

~ degradation

~ hair pulling

~ play fighting

~ objectification

~ overstimulation

~ regency/royalty

~ dubious consent

~ butch patriarchy

~ light impact play

~ voyeurism (in theory)

~ dumbification/bimboification

~ free use (in an explicitly consensual way)

~ calling my butch daddy (as a title, mostly in the context of breeding)

~ roleplay (usually experienced dyke + innocent church girl, cocky tutor + airhead tutee, "bad boy"/loner butch + cheerleader, boss + maid, and other/potentially more embarrassing stuff)

limits:

~ anal

~ scat, blood, piss, etc

~ the harmful "kinks" referenced in my dni

if you add anything to my post that makes me uncomfortable (including mentioning one of my limits* in the tags), i will instantly block you.

*this excludes an*l as i'm aware that many people can only experience penetration anally, but please use as vague of phrasing as possible (ex: using the term "hole" rather than anything more descriptive)

[bixels]

Baffled.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why did William get FNAF springlocked? Is he stupid?

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[isawthismeme]

She’s brown and a democrat, gotta get that birth certificate, that we’ll call fake news anyway. Apparently, if you can’t win in a fight, you gotta at least try to get your opponent disqualified.

Sad and weird.

[emiko-matsui]

Here's what you missed from the ScreenRant+ interviews with the Fantasy High: Junior Year cast

The reason Gorgug and Zelda broke up was a natural drifting apart. There were no animosity or harsh feelings, but Zac felt it unnatural for them to stay together for such a long time and still be true to the characters

The reason Cassandra's name is found in ancient stones and writings even though Ally was asked to make it up in Sophomore Year is because it wasn't Kristen choosing a name, it was Ally choosing the name that came to Kristen in a holy revelation of remembering a forgotten name

Ayda Aguefort wasn't removed from the season because she was too powerful to have around, but rather that Brennan genuinely felt a natural follow to her arc was to spend time creating a family bond with Arthur

All of the cast are clear with the fact that Senior Year is not being discussed at the current moment and is something that would be far in the future, but all of the cast are also excited to return to Senior Year and Brennan has plans for what he wants to expand on and plot threads in Senior Year. Additionally, Brennan said he left Sandra Lynn and her relationship to Bobby Dawn unresolved because he rather wanted to leave that storyline for a Senior Year.

Ally considers Gertie's action of immediately declaring Kristen as her nemesis after realising Kristen didn't want to be with her forever after kissing her once was Kristen "getting a taste of her own medicine" and finally being on the end of the insane chaos she's been dealing out to NPCs for years.

Emily was the one who came up with Fig taking on Gilear's bad luck/curse and she was inspired to do it by Fabian's delevelling in Sophomore Year.

After being pitched the headcanon that the adventuring party Goldenhoard was talking to in the first freshman year episodes was The Rat Grinders Brennan liked it so much he, on the spot, retconned it into canon

The cast thinks the four dogs joke is even funnier because they know Ally's mom is a dog breeder

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[blackbatofel]

Doesn't it drive you wild that Bruce associates the word "trust" with Clark?

Batman: Gotham Adventures, vol 2 #9

[skipppppy]

Same rules as before. Can’t say both. No trying to look at things analytically. If you think one is objectively better looking but you want the other more, vote THAT one. Reblog for sample size and explain in the tags. NOW FIGHT

[tobyfoxmademeascaly]

I adore y’shtola now because every single plan she comes up with is nigh-guaranteed to be the most unhinged idea ever thought up by cat or man. Being pursued by cops? COLLAPSE THE TUNNEL AND TELEPORT DIRECTLY INTO HEAVEN. Need to distract the Children of Everlasting Dark? THROW BEEHIVES INTO THEIR HOUSES. Need to perform a diving save into a bottomless pit? TELEPORT DIRECTLY INTO HEAVEN. AGAIN. Need to get on Mt. Gulg but air travel isn’t feasible? GIANT ROBOT. Need a portal to hell? MAKE A DEMON. That doesn’t work? SHOOT A LASER. AT THE MOON. Banger after banger.

[k1spiegel]

transgenderism poll

*i cant fix poll text. by Yourself i mean you as a kid

[nidbaesenpai]

Dare you say this love could just save you

[shotmrmiller]

re: rugby team ghoap

it'd been a one-off, seize-the-moment kind of thing. casual hookups aren't really for you, plus you distinctly remember your ex prating on about how the team would only be here for the weekend hence the absolute burning need to go, and you've got work monday.

goodbye, great knowing them. you'd traipsed out of the hotel room with your sneakers in hand, soap's used jersey in the other- a memento of sorts, a trophy. mild serial killer behavior but you reckon since you just became another pearl in their long string of conquests, the least you could do is take something with you that won't be gone with a warm epsom salt bath and a couple of days rest.

("would ye believe yer the prettiest we've ever brought back with us?" right. you know where you stand on that scale, and people like you don't typically pull men like them. another cringe-worthy comment like that and you'd mistake their interest with pity.)

you'd put both jerseys in the wash later that day, and the rattling of your washing machine marked the end of your exciting weekend.

or so you'd thought. from your side of things, you'd wiped your hands clean of their sweat, spit and come and went home, once again falling back into semi-familiarity, expecting to go to work feeling completely relaxed and loose, in more ways than one, while ignoring the photos taken of you and the "star players" at the stadium on social media.

(no one caught your face, what bloody luck.)

when you see them again, it's by pure chance. you'd been ordering a sandwich at a deli down the street, hand already reaching for your wallet when an arm curls around your shoulders, dark, coarse hair of a forearm brushing against your cheek.

cedarwood and citrus. it clings to your senses— a sharp, tangy reminder of that time you'd only look back on when the familiar pang of want pooled searing hot between your legs. small world, you suppose.

"didnae leave a note. stole my jersey. 'm surprised ye didnae leave us money on the table, bonnie." warmth flared beneath your cheeks but you didn't cow to his crude joke.

"i suppose i could've left a tip. what do you want?"

the playful lines around his eyes smoothed as his lips straightened into a firm line, his eyes frostbitten. you ignore the way his touch makes you feel trapped, tethered, a cage made of velvet.

"took my shirt and then didn't show up to a single game after tha'. jus' gettin' wha' i'm owed. unless he's yer favorite."

how can he be your favorite when you know nothing about the sport they play and have no interest in knowing?

"too bad. we come as a package. get yer food, we've a place nearby."

(simon had been nowhere near as good-natured as johnny had about you leaving without a word. made you spit out apologies with swollen lips, only accepted the ones that came with a fluttering of your raw pussy around the splitting thickness of him while soap condescendingly cooed in your ear about lessons having to be learned the hard way.)

[animalinvestigator]

happy 9 years

here's to 990 more

[humbuns]

pieced together till they're no longer broken apart

[alexsays-no]

Eyes are eyes people