#first@21

[starrytrees]

more of them

[aeolianblues]

in the best case scenario my asexuality is a ticking time bomb that will have to be dealt with family-wise sooner or later. In today’s society it’s just not a normal accepted thing to simply be by yourself your whole life. Especially as people start breaking off into the family structure and friends who were once your community and support system become a smaller presence in your life because spouses and kids take precedence— I don’t know any ace people who haven’t worried at some point about dying alone. You don’t simply ‘have a housemate friend’ you live with where e.g. there is someone there for you if you have a sudden emergency. What if you can’t move? What if you’re ill and can’t get out of bed? I’m glad our worlds are better connected today, but the chances that you’ll be with someone safe and known if that happens are smaller than if you’ve got your own family, right? Or is the bleak best case scenario that an ace person has an emergency while at work?

Aces are a pretty small % of the population in general. To say you’ll find another ace person and cohabit is a really small chance. As most people start to move in with their partners, single people, ace people kind of find themselves either priced out of housing options unless rich, or being forced to find other strangers in unusual living circumstances.

I don’t know. I just feel like you are left more on your own in a societal structure that prioritises two-parent-and-children households. Or more generally, that sets you up for marital and couples living rather than necessarily community living, at least in the west.

So what I’m saying is that maybe ‘oppression’ isn’t the word to bring to the advocacy table. It is saying that maybe the thing to remember is that ‘oppression’ won’t look the same for everyone. It’s a reminder that comparing the weight of apples and watermelons doesn’t even make sense.

(This isn’t even aimed at the shortsighted people that think pride is all about labels and being ‘in’ the club. This post is aimed at people that remember pride is a political struggle to improve the lives of people left behind by our current norms. It’s why e.g. disability activists also calling their advocacy disability pride is instantly understood by most.)

It’s why ‘[x] queer group is so not oppressed’ is the emptiest and most wasteful statement you could make in the context of queer rights advocacy.

[arthur-lesters-left-arm]

y'all remember s3? this is basically what those first few episodes were like for arthur

[egberts]

I have three days to get into the top two on this contest, without knowing if the other contestants paid for votes. so please, without paying, just sign up and use the free vote, could y'all help vote for me? if you want? if you can't be bothered then dw about it I just wanted to ask to shoot my shot at winning 30k so i could stop not having 30k and start having 30k instead

[pg-sk]

babe wake up, multi 21 is back

Lewis, please tell us how you feel about these two podiums specifically😂

[pookypon]

lipid and gormoen my favs

[atomicradiogirl]

victor lundy’s WWII sketches 2

[mcondance]

size kink, peter-esque dirty talk, reader is smaller than peter, dug this out of my drafts because. . . well duh feat. peter quill

peter’s a tease as he strokes himself all slow and smooth above you. hovering over your cunt, he’s hard and leaking and big, the cause of his teasing. like you haven’t done this before, he’s still fucked up over how you always take him so well, and he loves the visual that lies before what he loves most, the way he can see just how deep he goes.

“you see? can’t believe you take all of it,” he says, trailing his eyes up your body and finding his treasure in the glint in your eyes, the desperation that he gives into.

peter has a few favorites when he’s fucking you. he could list them all, if given the chance. one of them is the look on your face when he’s notching himself at your entrance, the beautifully vile look in your eyes that you only have just for him, just for now.

he slips in the slightest bit and you’re whining for him already, watching his face contort and twist up the farther he slides into you.

“baby, you’re-” peter attempts to say, but all trains of thought are derailed as he bottoms out and your warmth hugs every inch of his cock. you’re singing in his ear, crooning for him, and he can’t do anything but fuck you.

so that’s what he does.

pulling back, he readies himself to slide deep again. reveling in the pretty sound he draws from you, he pushes back in and your gasp has him chasing your pleasure. peter wants to hear you sing for him. you’re so tight around him, and you’re gripping onto his arm and trying your best to grapple at his back to ground yourself against the pounding of his cock inside you, but it’s no use. not with how peter fucks.

“you’re so— god, i don’t even know how you could be so perfect,” he rambles. casting his eyes down between the two of you, he’s met with a sight that sends him reeling. “god, and you’re taking it so good, don’t even know how you do it, but you do. god, you do. my star girl takes it all.”

[paleo-vodka]

cheesecak 🤤🤤

[astrxsee]

pt 2!!!!

head full with thoughts of price bringing the boys to his country home for the holidays so they have somewhere to celebrate.

ghost becoming absolutely smitten with his captain’s innocent daughter who bakes him little christmas cookies. who flits around the house in those damn yoga pants, distracting him from every conversation he has.

her giggles filling up his mind as she looks up at him through her eyelashes to ask him for a drag of his cigarette.

it’s impossible. having to hold himself back from such a sweet, little thing. torture, is what he thinks it is. every time she brushes past him with a small ‘sorry simon’, his hands ball into fists, his knuckles white with obvious restraint.

or when she bends over to get the pretty christmas cookie tray from the bottom shelf. he has to physically stop his eyes from rolling back into his head at the thoughts racing around about what he could do to her in that position.

it’s not until friday rolls around, she’s heading out the door in a slutty little skirt and knee high boots. A strong arm wrapping around her waist, stopping her in her tracks. A pair of dark, hungry eyes stare into her large, innocent ones.

“Where do you think you’re going, princess?”

[linoyes]

lee know + skz pajama party

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”- Oscar Wilde.

[soadscrawl]

i feel very strongly about keiths music taste.

[fishwikipedia]

there’s shit happening on twitter don’t worry about it here’s my official jon moxley baby daddy suspect list. Gootbye.

[squash1]

6:21, how very circular. an ending as a beginning.

actually life is beautiful.

i do have time.

[sillysymbol]

he's the blue morpho!!!