#mind fucked

[tokei-sama]

Break time <3

[lunar-wolfs-world]

I'm not sure what's cuter.

Watching them desperately trying to keep hold of any semblance of thought or when they finally give in realising that being a blank dumb fucktoy is the best way to be?

Isn't it just so much easier when you don't have to think?

[mindlesswicker]

I think I'm going to play fractionated and enjoy being a bit high and hazy tonight while going through blogs and finding good stuff to share ♡ it'd be such a shame if people indulged me a bit and shared spirals and good inductions with me >///v///o ♡ maybe even tried to drop me themselves~? ♡

[maybeicebreaker]

An sudden urge and motivation to get successful at 3 am

[avidprozactaker]

Brain Games

hi hi, i wrote something :)

dirty dirty mind controlled sex. 

1,667 words

:D read below 

I sit down on the stool; the hard wood is cold against my jeans, expressing that nobody has sat here in a few hours. I grab a pencil, looking for the dark green one that I prefer over the others in my bag, patiently waiting for the coffee I ordered, my headphones playing music in my ears. Subconsciously, I stare at the counter, waiting for him to make my coffee.

He pours something into a cup, his dark hair falling in curls over his forehead, his jeans many sizes too big for him, his apron hanging off him. His eyes scanning across the room, knowing someone is looking at him. I quickly look away once his eyes fall on me; reaching into my bag, I look for my eraser, focusing on my music playing through my headphones.

A name is called out, I look down at the table, staring at my fingers running along the gray table, the fake wood slowly being peeled up by others who have sat here before me.

I feel eyes on me, one specific pair that I normally never feel, a pair I tend to avoid. I slowly look up, directly at him, his eyes dark, almost black, his pupils dilated and his fingers lightly tapping the table. I swallow the nervousness down, quickly looking away, a red hot feeling spreading across my face, knowing he’s still looking at me.

“Hey.” He whispers from across the room, but I hear it deep within my ears, rattling my brain. I quickly look back up at him, staring him in the eyes, falling into them, almost being dragged in.

I hear his breathing against my ear, my head being pressed to his chest. Panic arises in my throat, his fingers are tightly holding me close to him. I look up at him, his eyes darker than before. His tongue darts out, lightly licking his lips, sheen left over them from his spit.

“How’d I get here?” I ask quietly, careful not to disturb the people standing around him, but nobody seems to notice I’m here, pressed tightly against him.

“You can’t seem to stop staring, so I gave you what you want.”

My cheeks flush darker than before, his free hand slowly running across my thigh, the other still pulling me close. His slim fingers focus on the large hole in my jeans, running along my bare skin, lightly playing with the fringe. I look at his hands, his fingernails painted a dark green, chipping slightly.

“Would you like to go somewhere else? I can tell you’re overwhelmed.” He mutters, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on my inner thigh. I nod my head, his shirt a soft material against my cheek.

I blink and we’re in his room, sitting on his bed, my legs wrapped against his waist, his hair brushing against my nose. I look around; his bedsheets are dark grey with black stripes. Many posters hang from his walls, bands I love and others I’ve never heard of.

“Is this your room?”

“Yeah, you like my posters?” he asks, his hand finding the hole in my jeans again, inching higher and higher with every stroke.

“I do.”

I look at him, his eyes still glossy and black, his lips pink from over-biting. Another wall holds many skateboards, some broken and others completely unused, with beautiful art on each of them. Rainbows, black and white on each of them, all hold a different story.

“Rose, why do you stare so much?”

“What?” I quickly ask, blushing and shoving my face into the crease of his neck. He takes the hand that was wrapped around my back and lightly grabs my cheek, making me look at him.

“Answer my question, pretty girl.” He whispers, his tongue darting out again and wetting his lips. The pet name shakes my core, vibrations sent across my whole body, a pool of wetness gathering in my panties.

“Oh? You like that, don’t you?"

I nod my head, wishing he said more. His finger lightly runs across my cheekbone, looking into my eyes, smiling lightly, his teeth peeking out behind his overly pink lips.

“I could give you so much more that you would like.” He whispers, taking the hand that was running along my thigh and grabbing my hip, pushing me down on his thigh. His other hand connected with my other hip. He slowly drags me along his thigh, a gasp being pushed out of my lips, his fingers digging into my soft skin.

“Does that feel good?” He questions, and I nod my head, falling into his neck again. His movements are slow, making my hips buck, begging to have more of him. He chuckles, moving his thigh, his fingers gripping me tightly so I don’t move myself.

“Be patient and I’ll give you more.”

He continues grinding myself against his thigh, taking one of his hands and bringing it up to my mouth, his thumb resting against my lips, telling me to open my mouth. I oblige and slowly start sucking his thumb, lightly flicking my tongue against it. He lets out a low moan, indicating that he is thinking about how good my mouth would feel wrapped against his cock.

He quickly pulls his thumb out of my mouth, grabbing my hip again, flipping us over so he rests on top of me. I focus on the feeling of his against me, his lips connecting with my neck, sucking, leaving dark red marks.

Quiet moans leave my mouth, his body pressed firmly against mine, his hips pushing into mine while his mouth leaves more and more marks soon to turn purple.

“How bad do you want it?”

I whimper, not wanting to say anything and instead focus on the feeling of him being this close to me. I move my hips up to meet his movements, my hands gripping onto his shirt, the air being pushed out of my lungs.

“Answer me.” He says sternly, stopping his movements.

“I want it so bad. Please.” I whispered out, begging for him to continue. He licks his lips, reaching down between us and unbuttoning my jeans, pulling them down my thighs. His fingers slowly rub my clothed slit, pleasure raking through my body, his slim fingers lightly moving my panties to the side, running between my folds, collecting the wetness.

“Open.” He grunts, sliding his wet fingers in my mouth. I taste myself on his slick fingers, a smile on his face. He takes his fingers out, a string of spit falling on my chin while he moves his hand down again, moving the fabric to the side and slowly pushing a finger into me.

A whine leaves my lips, his actions slow and painful, my body craving so much more. He adds another finger, moving them slowly. Huffs of air leave my lips, my hips moving against his fingers on their own, my mind and body on two different paths. His lips connect with mine; the softness of them feels like I'm being pushed underwater, unable to breathe through the kiss.

“You so desperately want more, don’t you?” He asks, pulling his face away from mine, gently taking his fingers out of my core. I quickly nod my head, pleading for all of him to myself. He unbuckles his belt, pushing his pants down, his boxers going with them. His fingers found the top of my panties, lightly pulling them down my thighs. I look between us, gasping at his size, knowing I won’t be able to take him.

“You can take it, I know you can.” He whispers in my ear, his lips connecting with my neck, my eyes lightly fluttering shut. Slowly he pushes into me, a deep grunt leaving his throat, a moan bubbling out of my lips. His movements are steady and slow, making sure I’m fully comfortable.

“That feels good?”

I quickly nod my head, giving him more access to my neck; light kisses along my throat moving upwards, kissing along my jaw and cheek, finding my lips. Quiet moans fall out my mouth; my eyes shut tight, unable to handle all of him. My legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer to me, sloppy kisses being placed against my lips.

“Harder.” I whimper out, needing more. His pace quickens, his thrusts going deeper, my whole body feeling like it’s going to be ripped in half by his cock, my mouth lolled open, words not leaving my lips; instead, pants and moans fill the room.

A fire slowly starts to burn in my core, his cock pushing deep inside; a small bulge in my stomach every time he pushes deeper, tears welling up in my eyes, his black eyes staring at me, a line of sweat forming on his forehead, heavy grunts coming out of his mouth every time he drives further in me.

“Are you close?” He mutters, his thrusts turning into sloppy, messy thrusts. His lips sucking on my throat again, more dark marks left behind.

“So close.” I cry out, needing more of him, my hands gripping his hair, running through the curls, clawing at his back, most definitely leaving marks.

“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl.”

I scream out, the heat exploding in my core, tears freely running down my cheeks, his hand tightly wrapped around my throat, his lips fervently moving against my own. His movement stutters, his hips snapping against mine, pushing as deep as he can into me.

I’m ripped out of his mind, his eyes looking back at me; a smirk across his face. I look down at the table, becoming extremely aware of the wetness in between my thighs. I quickly look up at him, the dark eyes still staring at me, my name being called for my drink.

[aloadofoldtwaddle]

Kinda tired of life being such a... cunt bitch

[lunar-wolfs-world]

I do love it when my little goon toys mindlessly edge their brains away

Grinding and humping without even realising they're doing it

Going about their day trying so hard not to get caught

But what happens when you do get caught my sweet?

That's right you CUM and your mind goes pop!

Maybe you want to get caught just so you don't have to beg me later?

No?

Silly little goons. It's inevitable

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[nouverx]

"I want to eat you" is their love language and you can't change my mind

[genderkoolaid]

i don't know what autistic person needs to hear this but they are not watching you. the entire world is not constantly waiting for you to do something weird and laugh at you behind your back. you do not need to constantly self-police whenever there's the slightest chance another person might see you. you have a right to be your autistic self in public spaces. stop fighting yourself for their sake.

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[embraceyourdestiny]

to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:

reading a fucking book. i beg of you.

in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.

read about americas occupations in the middle east.

read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.

read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.

and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.

dont look away from this.

you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.

if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.

you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.

wake the fuck up.

Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help