#tiddies out on a Thursday?

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Danny Ramirez via Instagram, 2023.01.18 - Paris, YSL

[flying-bi-son]

[eyesteeth]

sewing update no one asked for

faulkner has pants now. theyre shitty pants but they actually work and i slid them on and off of him a couple times so they're good enough in my book. currently drafting carpenter's pattern - probably gonna sleep when i finish that. once she's made sometime this week, she'll also get pants and then i'll start on making little clothes for them.

[essektheylyss]

WWE Final Result: Eventually, There's Only One Left...

And the polls are closed.

It has been a wild week, and these thirty-two wizards have sure been through some situations. You've cheered! You've cried. You've laughed, I hope. You've written glorious speeches, made videos, edited memes, and shown off some impressive artistic prowess. To get a bit sentimental here, it was a joy and an honor to campaign alongside and against you all, and to see what awe-inspiring and absurd things you have created in defense of your wizards.

But as it always must, it has come down to one.

Our winner of the World Wizard Entertainment is, with the power of friendship, comedic bits, and unstoppable tiddies: Caleb Widogast.

Here is the trophy, it's leaving my hands— and— it's already gone. Does anyone see Mrs. Brenatto? No? Okay.

The Keeper of Scrolls has kindly invited the competitors out for drinks on the Por'co tab before hopping over to Tal'dorei to clean out Mr. Gilmore's shop of arcane foci, so there will be no opportunity for autographs, and if you are looking for glorious goods, I suggest you try the Marquet locations.

All four of Pumat Sol will be out of commission for a week—that shopkeep parties hard.

(Oh no, yeah, no one's dead, hahaha, when I said there was only one left you thought—? oh boy, no, these weren't death matches, you're thinking of Garyon Garrington's Plunder Games. No, they're not airing right now. Something about a lawsuit, I think.)

If you would like to relive the saga of the World Wizard Entertainment, you can find those posts here, along with the original rankings, methodology, poll results, and campaigning. Do peek through the notes for more spectacular commentary, as it is delightful. (And if you would like to see even more of the absurd and wacky content that did not make it into the main tag while I was trying not to clutter things, #VETHSWEEP.)

Now please check your DMs, as one lucky winner has been chosen... to pay for my ensuing therapy bill! This kind of mental tenacity ain't cheap, folks.

The Ultimate Losers tournament commences on Thursday, March 2nd, at 7pm PST. As if defeat at the hands of a kind, underappreciated teacher and animal lover wasn't enough, Ludinus Da'leth is coming BACK FOR MORE against the Bells Hells!

And lastly, thank you all so much for participating. I know some of us have had our differences, but now, at the end, we come together—and if there's one thing we can all agree on, it's Veth Brenatto's Big Naturals.

(Wait— Sorry, who's calling? Say that name again. Vinni— Vince? Vince Mc—? Nah, don't recognize him.

Put it through to voicemail.)

[x-glisteningblonde]

Cabin In The Woods 👱‍♀️💞

We’ve had suchhh an amazing few days. Me and Danny went to our favourite place for a little break, somewhere we can relax and be cut off from everyone and everything ☺️

We got there on Tuesday night, ordered pizza, watched a movie and made love. That’s right ladies and gents, Danny doesn’t alwaysss fuck my brains out 😜

Wednesday was a nice day but it was colddd in the morning. We woke up and stayed in bed for a couple of hours. We were mainly just kissing but Danny did feel the need to tease my pussy. He was rubbing me and letting me know he had some biggg plans for me later 😉

Once we got up and the weather had warmed up, we went for a walk in the woods. I was feeling sooo teased from the morning so I thought I’d get him back, flashing my tiddies at him and putting my hand down his joggers. Teasing Daddy as payback neverrr works, I’m too obedient. Once I’d got him teased, he ordered me to my knees right there in the woods and like the good (or bad) little girl I am, I couldn’t resist. I loveee making Daddy happy and I loveee hearing him tell me how pretty I am with his cock in my mouth. Sucking his cock out in the woods made me feel sooo naughty, I went to rub myself but Daddy said no. He was veryyy clear that he could have pleasure but I couldn’t, good job I love sucking his cock whenever he wants 😜 he had me suck until he was ready cum then told me to open my mouth. Standing over me, he stroked his cock and let his cum shoot down my throat for me to swallow 😋

Back at the cabin, with a belly full of cum, hubby had me strip naked and let me know he wanted me like that for the resttt of the night. We had food, put the fire on, cuddled and he was soon teasing my pussy again. I was sooo wet, sooo horny, sooo needy. I looked at him with his hand between my legs and begged him not to stop this time. Either my begging worked or this was his plan allll along. He rubbed me until I was at the edge and stopped, I looked at him as if to say …“not again” … to my delight, he only stopped so he could push me back, get between my legs, bury his hard cock inside me and make me scream. He fucked me sooo hard and made me cum sooo fast 💦

Having just cum sooo heavily, he picked me up, took me to bed, threw me down on it, got back between my legs, wrapped his hand around my neck, pinned me down and pounded me senseless. Omggg, with all that teasing earlier in the day, I was now getting all I wanted and more. Laid on my back, taking such a harddd fucking, I looked up at him and moaned repeatedly… “use me Daddy, use me”… he slapped my tits, squeezed my neck and fucked me like I needed a reminder of whose little slut I am 🤩 filled with cum and having had multiple orgasms, I went to sleep the besttt way I could… in Daddy’s arms, exhausted 🥴

Thursday was a farrr more relaxed day. We had a day of just chilling around the cabin, comfy clothes and loving life. We got in the outdoor hot tub at night, had a few drinks and had gentle sex in bed afterwards. I was on top and just gentlyyy grinding on him until we both came 😍

This morning (Friday), Danny brought me breakfast in bed and once I’d finallyyy got the energy to get ready, we headed home. I wish we could have stayed a few more days but ohhh well, as hubby says, you have to come home to look forward to going away again ☺️

💞👱‍♀️

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Where I Belong Series

Summary: Let’s get small glimpses of Eddie, Salem and Fox’s daily lives. No order required, read it as you wish.

Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Fox (reader), Salem (daughter)

When Fox starts doubting her self worth, Salem comes to the rescue and tell Eddie what is really going on in the Kingston’s household.

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Salem knew you would never tell what was going on to Eddie, that’s why she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She peeked out her bedroom window to make sure you weren’t home yet before taking the steps down to her father’s “man cave” in the basement.

Eddie was lifting some weights when Salem sat on his armchair and turned off the stereo.

“Girl, I was listening to that!”

“We need to talk” Salem crossed her arms in front of her chest as she stared at her father’s sweaty face.

“And what is so important to say that you dragged your 17-year-old ass down here to turn off my music when I finally gathered the courage to work out this week?”

“Your wife”

“What about your mom?”

“Did you know she set up an appointment with a plastic surgeon for next Thursday?”

Eddie almost choked on his water after hearing Salem’s question. “No, I did not. Why would your mom hide that from me? That makes no sense- Hang on, how the fuck do you know that?”

“I heard her on the phone yesterday morning”

“Girl, what did I tell you about eavesdropping?”

“Don’t get caught” Salem stated nonchalantly “Which I didn’t”

“Yeah, that too. But don’t do it in the family, damn it!”

“So you don’t want to know why mom called the plastic surgeon then?” Your daughter threw the bait and watched the curiosity slowly creeping into Eddie’s features.

He sighed heavily and dropped the dumbbell on the floor before sitting down on the weight bench. “Shoot”

“She wants to put on silicone. She thinks she looks unattractive and a new set of boobs will somehow make her feel better about herself again. It’s a bunch of bullshit if you ask me, it’s all that old hag’s fault! We ran into Mrs. Davis at the grocery store last week and the woman kept whining about how her husband had found himself a young mistress with a brand new set of tiddies. She then told Mom she couldn’t understand how Mom could trust you since you’re on the road all the time, and I quote, ‘with all of those young women with perky breasts, generous backsides, and thin waists. Honestly, darling, we both know your husband is quite a man - even with his rough manners - it’s the thug appeal as some people call it. Frankly, it baffles me how you’re still together, and faithfully I hope, after all these years!’. Needless to say that the old bitch’s words got into mom’s head”

“That dusty old slut had the nerve to say that to your mom? What the fuck is her problem?! My wife is gorgeous! She needs no plastic surgery! I swear to god If I see that woman…I’ll smack her on sight!”

“No wonder Mr. Davis got a new mistress, that woman is insufferable! She’s determined to make everyone’s life a living hell, Dad. She convinced Mrs. Ashton to file for divorce!”

Eddie’s eyes widened in shock. Pamela Ashton was the mother of Salem’s childhood best friend: Lily. You and Eddie have known Pamela and Benny for over 20 years now, their marriage was stable and happy, with 2 kids and a successful business. Eddie can’t remember ever hearing them fighting; both Pam and Benny had talked with Eddie many times in the past in regards to his marriage. They always counseled him and put some sense back into his head after his nerves got the best out of him and he said something stupid to you. Benny was the one who helped Eddie set up the surprise second marriage proposal at Luigi’s restaurant, and Pam was responsible to convince you to go there and listen to him. Eddie knew how much they loved each other and therefore knew they would be the last couple on earth to file for divorce.

“Why did Pam file for divorce?”

“Because Mrs. Devil pulled the same stunt she did with Mom! Except she didn’t hold back because Mrs. Ashton was alone. She was using Mr. Ashton’s new secretary as her excuse. Lily tried to convince her mom to not listen to that old bitch but she had poisoned Mrs. Ashton’s mind already”

“But why did she believe it?! Benny loves her, he’s crazy for her! He wouldn’t have an affair, that’s bullshit!” Eddie threw the empty water bottle into the trash can as Salem sighed.

“You men don’t understand, do you? You guys get old and you get praised for it! People say you look more attractive, more appealing, more charming. Aging wears men so well, your wrinkles are a signature of attractiveness but it’s not the same for women! God forbid if we ever age! People expect us to look 23 even when we reach 54. We have to battle time, wrinkles, and aging, we’re not allowed to have a natural body or be happy with how it looks because guess what? Women are supposed to look fit as fuck 24/7, even after they gave birth. We’re supposed to meet stupid beauty standards because otherwise we’re taught that we’ll get dumped and replaced like a used rag if we don’t! There’ll always be someone prettier, younger, sexier, hotter that we have to constantly overcome to still be considered good enough of a woman. That’s why Mrs. Ashton filed for divorce because she couldn’t stand the thought of her husband of over 20 years replacing her with a younger woman. After all, Mrs. Ashton already wore her best years with her husband” Salem stood up from the armchair and walked closer to the stairs before looking back at her father “That’s why mom is looking for plastic surgery, dad. Because the idea of losing you is too much for her to bear. She’s scared that your love for her has died along with her youth. You don’t notice it, but she’s been on the edge for weeks now. Look, Dad, I know you don’t mean it, ok…but you take Mom for granted, you always have, and there comes a time when a person can’t take it anymore. Sometimes we just want to be valued by the person we love. Sometimes we just want to be seen for who we are and who we became over time”.

Salem watched as tears rolled down Eddie’s face, he sniffled once and nodded “Thank you for telling me, chickadee”

“No problem. Just don’t make me regret it, old man” She teased with a sad smile “I’m going to Lily’s for the night, gonna sleep there, ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure” Eddie stood up from the weight bench and laid a kiss on Salem’s hair “Be careful, and text me when you get there. I love you”

“I love you too, Dad”.

It was past 8 pm when you got home, the lights were off and you frowned at the quietness as you closed the front door.

“Sae? Eddie?” You called but didn’t get a response. Checking your phone to see if there were any missing calls, you found there was only one unread text from Salem:

Sae 👶: At Lily’s, gonna sleep here. Already told Dad and he gave the ok. See ya tomorrow. Love you xo.

You tossed your coat on the couch with a loud sigh “Looks like I’m alone again…As always”.

Of your daughter’s whereabouts you knew of, but your husband was nowhere to be found. Eddie didn’t pick up his phone nor answer your texts, he had nothing planned with either Mox or Monkey. Ruby also didn’t hear from him, and you knew it because you had called all of them on the way home, like a desperate wife trying to track down her cheating husband.

“I sound like a fucking fool. What a dumbass you are, Y/N. Really, how blind can you be?!” Murmuring to yourself you made your way up the stairs to your bedroom, only stopping by the hallway to retrieve a picture of you and Eddie from your dating era. You couldn’t help but smile at the picture.

Mox had taken it after your first double date, Eddie was sitting on the pull-out trunk of Moxley’s truck with you standing between his legs, he hugged you tightly from behind, chin resting on your shoulder with a big smile on his face. He had given you his denim jacket because you forgot your coat at his place. His hands rested on your hips, and you also had a huge smile on your face. Eddie had placed his white bandana on your head because he claimed you looked “extra cute" with it, but deep down you knew it was because this was his way of letting everyone know you were with him.

You both looked happy, incredibly happy, young, and free, with a fresh relationship and completely in love. It was then that you wondered when it had all changed. When did you become the distrustful wife and Eddie became the careless husband?

A single tear dropped on the picture frame’s glass, smudging the background of your love story. Your head lifted at the scent of cinnamon vanilla as you entered your bedroom.

“What’s going on?” You asked meekly, once your eyes spotted the several candles lighting up the bedroom. Eddie was dressed in one of his baggy dark jeans and a blue and white striped button-up shirt, holding a bouquet of red roses.

“Why are you crying, fox? What happened?” He quickly walked towards you. Eddie’s hand cupped your cheek and worry set upon his green eyes “You’re ok?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking…”

“Thinking about what, foxy?”

“I…I don’t know” You whispered back “What’s all this about?”

Eddie knew better than to push you to say something you weren't prepared to speak of yet, so he brushed the subject to the side before smiling softly “It’s been ages since we had some time for ourselves as a couple, so I thought why not enjoy it? Chickadee is gonna be at Lily’s until tomorrow, and I wanna enjoy the night with my beautiful wife. We deserve to have our time as a couple too, and not just as our daughter’s parents”.

You smiled and took the large bouquet in your hands “They’re beautiful, thank you”

“You’re beautiful! You’re still as gorgeous as the day we first met. And I’m even more madly in love with you now than I was when Mox took this picture” Eddie pulled the picture frame away from your grasp and placed it on top of the dresser.

“It’s always been you, fox. You were the woman I chose back then, you are the woman I choose today, and you will be the woman I’ll choose tomorrow. You’re my forever, the woman I fell in love with, the woman who taught me so much, the woman who gave me a child, a family, the only woman I’ll always want, always choose, always need, it’s you. No matter where we are or how old we are, it’ll always be you. Not even the hot nurses from the nursing home will be able to replace you, and even when they change my diapers I’ll tell them to not look too much because all of that belongs to you” Eddie joked making you chuckle against his lips “You’re so ridiculous”

He kissed you slowly, the type of kiss you hadn’t shared in months. Slow, passionate, needy, addicting.

“Salem told you about the doctor, didn’t she? I suspected she was listening to the call, she’s not as slick as she thinks” You asked once Eddie pulled back to caress your face.

“Yeah, she did. And no, that’s not the reason why I’m doing this. Chickadee told me a few things that made me realize how I was treating you, and that’s not what I want you to think, that I don’t appreciate you, love you, or don’t feel attracted to you because trust me, that’s not it! You’re a beautiful woman and you do turn me on, foxy!”

“You don't want me to have new boobs then?”

“Depends. If you want to put them on because you want them and it will make you happy then yes, I do want you to put them on. But if you’re doing it for me or because of what that old bitch said to you, then no, I don’t want you to put it on. You’re gorgeous, perfect, hot as fuck, and I love you like this, with the that body you have. But if you want to put on some new titties because it’ll make you happy and feel better about yourself, I fully support you. We’ll go to the doctor’s appointment together and see what he has to say”

“But you don’t mind if I don’t do it?”

“No, foxy. I don’t mind it at all! I love what you have, I’m more than happy with it. Completely satisfied” Eddie’s hands cupped your breasts through your shirt “I love the feeling of my natural babies over here” He squeezed your breasts “My fox is so perfect. Fuck, baby, I’m getting hard just from thinking about the things I want to do with you”

You smiled widely, placing the bouquet on the dresser by the picture frame before leaning forward and nibbling Eddie’s sensitive jawline “So what are you waiting for, Kingston?”

“Oh foxy, foxy” Eddie purred before pushing you down on the bed.

[softweelo]

hey all! it's tgirl tiddy Thursday! been ages since I've posted but I have a lot of nice pics I took today, I'll spread them out over a couple posts ^-^

[whorrorbvby]

You’re doing requests now? Why the change of heart?

i mean if i get an ask that’s like undies or the day or a tiddie tuesday/thursday something like that im not going to straight up be like no about it you know? but im also not going to be just posting every time in asked either obviously 😅

honestly though aside from like tumblr physically not letting me post the things i would like to i was also curating my posts to respect other people if that makes sense? like i was trying to be respectful in the way i interacted with people by not trying to play into the playful flirting being thrown my way or anything like that but then you realise that people really don’t respect you the way you do for them and if im being perfectly honest i just don’t care anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️ like i have my own personal boundaries sure but for the most part everything i did was with others in mind (which is how it should have been) but i was made a fool of by too many people and now just fuck em all and im going to do what i want. Im not going out of my way for anyone anymore i dont care who they are and that means i can start doing things for 10000% for me and only me ✌🏻👽

[xxbimbobunnyxx]

1. 2. 4. 8. 10. 11. 14. 17. 32. 33. 46.

This or that?

3. 6. 10. 16. 21.

For people with vaginas

1. 4.

ILYSM! This is so many questions I’m so sorry!!!

Hiii baby🤭

1 - What are the ideal nudes that someone could send you? With girls seriously I’m such a fucking simp if you send me a picture of your thigh or some side boob I’m gonna go crazy. But ideal I love ass pics omfg, tiddy pics too. Like a tiddy pic but your hand covering your nipples? So hot. For guys? Send me a video of you busting a nut or of you pulling your boxers down and your cock popping out or keep itttt.

2 - Have you ever humped a pillow until you came? Would you? Yes, not since I was like way younger but I definitely have lol. Would I now? Yes, preferably with someone watching me and saying shit like “oh look how pathetic you are, you’re so desperate you’re gonna cum just from humping your little pillow?” Phew whoa, new fantasy unlocked. Did I just come up with a fic idea rn?

4 - Genie granted you three NSFW wishes. What are you wishing for?

• I’m definitely gonna have to jump on that Steddie threesome train.

• Also I’m agreeing with you on having a girl sit on my face while I get railed… (you, me, & Eddie when?)

•VAMPIRE SEX I WANNA FUCK I VAMPIRE AND GET MY BLOOD DRANK IDC!!!

8 - Something you never did in bed and would love to do? I wanna squirt so bad but I just can’t idk how? One day I will I’m determined.

14 - What kink/fantasy of yours are you the most embarrassed about? Why? Hmmm I’m not necessarily embarrassed but I know a lot of people are as into pet play but god I wanna be someone’s lil pet so bad. Or even like slave idc. Just put me in a cage honestly. Ownership kink is craaazy.

17 - What body part would you worship on other people to the end of time because NGHHHH? On guys? Handssss just ugh, I love hands. Girls though? Thighs, ass, tummy. Literally in the whole entire body an option?

32 - What is your most unusual turn on? Honestly when people info dump about things they love it’s so cute/hot to me. Like I just want to tackle them and make out with them and fuck them and let them still talk about it.

33 - Do you have some songs you wanna get railed to? Listen… getting railed to deftones? Life changing. Getting railed to the QOTD soundtrack? Mind altering.

46 - What scent you find arousing? Oooh with girls I really like sweet scents, but also if you smell like essential oils and like you’re gonna know my life story based on my astrology chart? That’s hot too. With men I like more musky scents. Honestly overall though? I’m gross and I like the scent of peoples natural musk/pheromones.

This or that?

Ropes or Cuffs? I’ve never used ropes before, so I’ll say cuffs since I’ve used them and liked them. I’d like to try ropes though.👀

Creampie or Throatpie? CREAMPIE ALLLL THE WAAAAY!! I’m getting my tubes removed on Thursday and I can’t wait to get FILLEDDD y’all.😩

Forever watch porn or Forever read porn? Definitely read, all the way. Or listen to it. Audioporn is 😩🫨

Multiple orgasms vs Orgasm denial? Fuuuck I’m gonna say multiple bc I love overstimulation like hold me tf down and make me cum again.

Bites vs Slaps? Bites for sure, I love biting omfg. But I love some good slaps don’t get me wrong.

Questions for vagina owners

Do you like your clit touched? How is it best? Yes fuuuck I love it, I like having it sucked but if I’m getting it rubbed I like it wet and kinda light but quick. Idk if that makes sense LMAO.

What’s the nicest compliment you ever got about your vagina? What you think should be complimented on it? That it’s pretty, that it’s the tightest they’ve ever fucked. She’s cute or whateva we Stan her.

[susandsnell]

1, 6, 24 😉 xx

eeee, thank you so much ditty!!!! you're an absolute gem, hope this solstice thursday is treating you well!! <3

choose violence ask game 🔥

1. the character everyone gets wrong? pick a Batman Rogue. any rogue. literally any of them, and they will be Flanderized to hell and back over one to two traits they may not even have canonically possessed for two to three decades. I readily and wholeheartedly admit that this is not entirely the fault of fandom, and is at least partly owing to the broader problem with having long-running comics universes, because there is such a huge variance in characterization (and quality of said characterization thanks to the overabundance of edgelord and bigoted comics/comic media writers), in the gravity of their actions and where they land on the moral spectrum, and even in motivation that it is nigh impossible to even say what getting said character 'right' means unless the person is talking about a specific iteration (ex.: someone writing fic or making headcanons about specifically Paul Dano's Riddler from The Batman 2022, who has a very particular voice/ethos/motive distinct from your other Riddlers, though there are core shared traits). But of this bunch, i'd have to say my poor Ivy gets it the worst. I'm truly glad she's evolved beyond being just another Temptress of Men Who Hates Them But Also Needs Their Validation Through Constant Sex (although done right she's still a great femme fatale wasting their time and catfishing them for eco-terrorism purposes), and of course as a canon queer character she means the world to me, but as is the case with every popular female character, she's either Holding The Braincell (aka everyone's mom, and I don't mean in the kink way), or Irredeemable. A lot of this does arise from how poor the execution of modern canon Harlivy has been because of respectability politics, but reducing her to Snarky Husky Voiced Plant Lady Rolling Her Eyes At Harley's Antics, making her have her shit way too together (she's always sent to Arkham!), making her the one-sided babysitter/healer of Harley's problems (and by extension, the problems of any other woman), making her a snarky queer auntie to the Batkids (vomit, it's as cringe as the rest of mainstream Batfam fanon), making her have way too much emotional intelligence to the point of counselling others (she's not even one of the psychologist rogues!), having her whole existence revolve around Harley....it's exhausting. (And again, unfortunately something the writers are fucking up in canon constantly, too.)

Fandom as a whole is allergic to women having flaws that impact the narrative concretely without demonizing them for it (when the dudes doing the same and worse are adored and worshipped for it), doubly so if she's BIPOC or queer (because again, double the respectability politics), so they flatten out those flaws and it's like, is she even a villain anymore with her own motivations and ethos, or is she a big tiddy witch gf from a paywalled phone app dating sim? Let her be as complex and angry and jagged and hypocritical as the other male rogues, my god!! (Sidenote that I'm not against retooling characters' designs/presentations/tactics anew entirely for a new universe iteration, especially if it refreshes the narrative, so long as they're interesting and true to some spirit of the character. In other words, masc Ivy's are fine and more than welcome lol.)

6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?

Oh, you really want me to swing my bat at the hornet's nest with this one, huh? While the cheat answer for this is "all of them if you spend enough time in any given ship fandom", I'm the most frequently exhausted by migratory Good Girl Fixing Bad Boy fandom. Fuck it, I'll name names with periods. The Zutar.a/Reyl.o/Darkli.na/Dae.myra et cetera fandom. The ships themselves, I can take or leave (though my main gripe is frequently their execution is just boring). There's no moral objections on my part, to be clear. I'd be hypocritical to take that tack considering my own tastes in markedly more fucked-up shit and like, hello, I cut my teeth in Phantom of the Opera fandom since I was 12 and love gothic romances, so like, glass houses. My issue comes in where these types without fail are consistently smug about the potent feminism inherent to ships they specifically in fanon interpret in the most boring, gender essentialist, wattpad daddy-dom-size-difference kink ho-hum ways imaginable because...it makes them horny, and woman horny about traditional gender roles equals feminism somehow. If it stopped there, I'd've never developed such an animosity, but no no. They make arguments about how much more feminist it is than the (often canon) hero/heroine ships because Feminism Is When Woman Is Treated Like Property By The Man I Find Attractive. They act like cishet romances, usually between two white characters, is the most marginalized thing imaginable and whinge that artists/studios/creators are "too cowardly" to "include romance" if it doesn't go canon in the way they like, as if more marginalized romance stories aren't fighting tooth and nail just to get off the ground. And on that note, the bigotry I have witnessed firsthand in these circles is just appalling; this is a fandom-wide issue and certainly not exclusive to any one shipping community, but the amount of times I have seen them come off as just frothing at the mouth to be homophobic should a slash shipper not bend the knee to the Great Potent Feminism of their ships, and the amount of times the mask as come off is just. Whew. It's okay to just be horny. It really is. One does not have to make a Social Issue Thing about it.

24. Topic that brings up the most rancid discourse? Weird corollary to the above question, and kind of an overbroad answer so I apologize, but Appropriate Amount Of Condonation Versus Condemnation of both characters, and works of fiction as a whole. I feel like the purity culture discourse has gotten so toxic it's gone completely 0 or 100 "if you watch something where something bad happens You Yourself Are Guilty Of This Thing" or "nothing fictional has any impact whatsoever", when my take is a more nuanced idea of media normalizing and reinforcing certain biases, but also, it's not real lmao. If the work itself espouses certain troubling viewpoints it's unsurprising if the audience takes that on (ex: Frank Miller perpetuating racism and misogyny through his writings), but people are such whining babies about so much as glimpsing any kind of Problematic Media (especially miserable if you're a horror fan) that I understand how the knee-jerk defensiveness arose. On the other hand, the baby got thrown out with the bathwater, including by opportunistic bigots who want to shut down any and all critical discussion of social issues present in or surrounding their interests, lest it Spoil Their Fun (and to silence people over whom they're privileged), to the point that any critique from a moral standpoint is immediately branded as Purity Culture with no regard to nuance or the context of the perspective of the person making the critique. So for example, you have people who throw hissy fits about Catra from She-Ra getting a redemption arc and you have people who thoughtfully point out how the writing of certain tropes in a given work perpetuate transmisogyny, and they're all thrown in the same basket and it's exhausting. No space for nuance, you're either Pro or Anti, and to quote Sarah Z's excellent video on this issue, I for one am a tax-paying adult woman.

[xamaxenta]

Gonna say some preliminary horny things before thirsty thursday but omega Ace is so fuckign good especially if he got bred up and everything, would probably be such a soft loving doting omega and as always my abo thoughts end up with lactation (all about the milkies)

N then Ace gets all flustered when he’s full and needs to get the milk expressed but he can’t do it himself and he has two tiddy so Marco n Sabo can absolutely help him out 🥰

[jungobungo42069]

this is a tiddies out work from home thursday

[sanscontent]

Thursday, July 25, 2024

8:34pm

So we're two weeks in. I've agonized over this the entire time, going through plenty of stages in the process. My gut says to reach out, but then again I think it's more my mind that wants to. I can draw lines and manipulate logic to understand others' viewpoints—I can do it very well. But unfortunately, it can also be incredibly self-serving. When I want to reason out a certain outcome in my head, like she's waiting for me to message/apologize, I do it. The problem of the motivation for that logic isn't exactly a conscious one, but it's one I've been able to reason out.

I suppose it's natural. I'm all about emotional intimacy, honesty, and ESPECIALLY communication, and yet I can't practice those things now. I robbed myself of that opportunity/privilege.

Waiting these two weeks has felt agonizing, but I've also gradually gotten a better view on things—at least, I think it's better/improved. Just as when at an emotional high and about to argue, sometimes it's best to just cool down first and see it with a clearer mind the next day. I would have thought my cooldown period would be shorter, quicker, but it appears not.

I find myself realizing newer things, and having retrospective disgust against myself—not only for what I did then, but for who I am as a person in general. I used to take so much pride in following the particular logic of respect in my head, adhering to rules, and yet I broke so many in one fell swoop. One mistake, yet having innumerable precedents and erroneous thoughts/beliefs manifesting it. I suppose it's also a product of those skewed beliefs and flawed logic, but it's entirely a lapse in my whole fuckin'. Like. *Thing.*

I chose to pride myself on not making a move, on being respectful. Making it something prideful helps with maintaining it, like I'm respecting myself. Even so, I ended up disrespecting her and not respecting my self or my character.

It all started so innocent, but I couldn't fall asleep, and as the hours dragged on it was like my brain was training for the fuckin' Olympic Gymnastics of the century. I wanted to at least cuddle, I thought that'd be cool. I hoped for it. Whenever laying with/near someone, I've always had the habit of running my fingers along the person's skin. I think it probably began as a thing I did to comfort girls who cried in my arms, but it gradually became a self-comfort as well. I'd be lying if I said it didn't also have lewd implications, but even from the very start of the habit I was very platonic with it. I ran my fingers a certain way, spread my hand a certain way, because it was how I pet my dog Harley. It felt right for some reason.

But those hands travel. They shouldn't, to be clear. Not when someone isn't interested in me. And Lord knows, I was/should have been clear that she didn't want me. I had said it several times to several people, and repeated it in my head—that we were just friends, and I'm cool for keeping it that way with such rigidity.

Then the gymnastics came in. We exchanged nudes that time, so surely that cancels out the initial BRUTAL rejection, right? Not in a way that would indicated we'd ever bang, but in my head what's a little tiddy touch?

What's some boob grabbing/massaging, without kissing and without touching pelvis? Any reasonable person would say that it's still an advance, and sex. I would tell you the same thing now. But I just fixated on those specific guidelines, no kissing, no downstairs genital touching, no letting my cuddle-intimacy-boner so much as approach her. So I don't kiss, I purposely keep my pelvis distant despite the awkward posture. I don't touch pelvis, excep-

Oh. I hear her breathing change. It's already been in my ears for hours, so I'm familiar enough to recognize it. I noticed when she fell asleep, and I believed that I noticed when she woke up. I had been running my fingers along her thigh as if it were casual, since it's something I do (that's just a convenient excuse), and I move my hand up to tummy. As my hand passes over her pelvis, and I touch her lower abdomen, I feel her twitch.

Clear sign she's surely awake, right? My gold-medal triple-tuck back-handspring brain assures me so. And again, what's a little tiddy touch? I don't see it as a move to fuck, or like a preamble to more shit, but I never communicated that. She could never know, and even if she did then that wouldn't mean she automatically agrees and goes "Oh well that's reasonable, carry on." No fuckin' way that she does. I know that now, and probably did deep inside at the time. I'm gradually realizing those things about myself in retrospect.

This isn't to try to justify my actions, or profess my innocence. I fucked up, that's a cold fact. Ice cold—obviously for her more than me, but still cold. Brutal to both. I recognized that pretty much immediately when I got into my car, and thought about it the whole way home. 'Surely I should tell her how sorry I am, right now. I took advantage of her emotional state and touched her inappropriately. That's not cool.'

But I don't say anything right then. Shame? Reluctance? Fear of fucking it up if she didn't see it as a bad thing, meaning I was overthinking? It was a lot of things driving that decision. I couldn't find the right time afterwards, so I reach out to a friend of mine who is a fancy therapist. I talk about it. Tell him that she was brutal first, then nudes, then nothing and then friends. I laid it out, that it wasn't cool. I knew I fucked up. I wanted advice on how to approach/apologize for it, because it was killing me.

So, three days later I send a video saying it wasn't cool of me to take advantage of her emotional state. I'm on tenterhooks, and eventually she responds pretty much saying it's all good. I would have kept going and talked about it, apologizing in-depth and communicating, but such a casual response from her MUST have meant it was totally washed away. Right?

Wrong lol. I just kept fucking up. I violated her trust in me as a friend and human being, took advantage of her physically. And yet me, I'm just so enthralled with the friendship and how cool she is—so enthralled that I keep planning/buying/building things to try to make it up to her with a good hangout. But FUCK, man. How was I so fuckin' stupid. I offer to come over and DRINK for a night with her? Something that would lower inhibitions even more, and make her even more vulnerable? What the fuck, man. I should've realized that's fucked, and she'd need time to feel comfortable around me.

Part of that drinking was a separate thing, and I had mainly been offering to bring my PC over to play a scary game and have fun on a computer/games since she didn't have one at her place. I found my old PC under some towels, ran up and down in my hot house, stole a keyboard and trackpad from work, did software coordination, everything. I got it working, pre-downloaded games for us to play, that she might enjoy since all the gaming she's ever done was shooters. I had also bought a Harry Potter-themed nice-ass deck of cards to give her, since at her party she said she was sad she didn't have one.

I thought I was just so fuckin' perfect, the best friend a person could be.

But how fuckin' dense, man. Ignoring her obvious signs of not wanting to do it, her claiming to simply have yet to watch the proposition video? That should have been clear. I noticed a slight distance, but that only made me want to hang out even more so I could fix it and communicate clearly/earnestly. I ignored all the signs.

Clearly, that was fucked. I made so many mistakes, not just one. It was a cascade. I broke so much trust, from her and of myself.

I'm able to view it more objectively now, ofc. Even the second that I read his message chewing me out and expressing disappointment in me, I knew the hard truth that I was just an instrument of pain right now. My very last Snap to her was about the hangout, but why should I then message her talking about what I did, bothering her? Clearly she's using him as an intermediary to tell me that she doesn't want to talk to me. If I try to reach out, that'll just cause her more pain and make her feel worse. It'd be a burden. I recognized that I should immediately stop communication since she didn't want to talk to me. She let the Snap streak end—that's a pretty fuckin' clear sign from someone who has a 700+ day streak with a person she hardly knows. I should stay clear, and if she wants to talk then she'll reach out. I can't force her to feel something or force her to hear me out. That isn't fair, and BONUS— it is also impossible.

But these gymnastics. Maybe she's just waiting for me to message and apologize again, this time clearer and with more understanding. She wants to give me an opportunity to earn trust back. That must be it!

Except ofc it isn't. I'm just trying to serve myself again. I think I'm a great friend, that incident aside, so I try to reason out that I'm a net good for her—do whatever I can to try to make a logic where I don't have to feel like such shit anymore.

But am I really a net positive? Have I not already caused enough pain? What does it say about me when I'm regaining greater clarity so long after? Why couldn't I see the shit sooner? I was blind. I was stupid. I didn't even follow my basic rule of rubbin' one out before all girl hangouts, though I could reason that was only because of the suddenness and urgency of the hangout.

What the fuck ever, man. I make excuses to myself, but I ultimately accept the reality of how fucked I was to do what I did. I won't make excuses to her, because why should she listen to me? Why should she trust what I say? Her opinion of me has already fallen so much, so how am I supposed to fix that? For fuck's sake, I'm pretty sure she's under the impression I believed her to be asleep the entire time and knowingly groped her while unconscious. Who WOULDN'T hate someone that did such a thing to them?

He certainly let her see that light. Provided input that led to the rightful rejection of me (my own believed rejection, even though she never said anything more after that), a week after it happened. Things changed so quickly. I never got my chance, man. I never got my chance to express my feelings about it or try to mend my own image in an attempt to help her feel better. I want to fix it so that she doesn't feel so violated.

But this shit is all 'me, me, me.' I took something from her, and I don't have the right to take away her time too. That's why I shouldn't message. That's why I immediately swore I wouldn't. But this is such a heavy fuckin' toll on my mind. To feel misunderstood. To have such emotional intimacy with a person be instantly cut off, and left in such a bad light. I can't handle it.

I want to message her, and I ask my friends every day "So are you SURE I shouldn't message her" even though I know the answer. At least if I message something short it isn't an ambush, right? If I just send "Can we talk sometime this week?" that'll give her the option to just outright ignore me without further thought. Messaging an entire novel out of the blue wouldn't be fair, and would be so disconnected from her emotional state at the time that it'd only aggravate her wounds.

I think I will message her. I don't think I can stand it for so long, but I've done good so far. Maybe I'll message after a month? That could be good, and make things better.

Or not.

I know even that single subscriber is likely gone, so this is my journal. I'm tempted to send this tidbit to others, to gain understanding. To send it to her. But what if the way I word things disgusts her and makes her even more hating of me?

Or worse....

What if my honest feelings and logic are so fucked that the pure and transparent look at me just evokes her disdain and loathing? What if I'm simply bad goods and toxic?

I sure hope not.

[amilliontales]

[So my next keychain order is ready to get submitted on thursday. Restocking my original furry set that sold out. A helluva Boss set? You know it. Plus a handful of Furry sets ready to go for Pride. Not every flags colors are included this year, I bascially added them till i ran out of time. thats a lot of keychains fam. But I do plan to add to it in the future. my first order was like... 12 pieces. This one is 72 so Im doing my best here xD My Etsy lives over here if you wanna boop it to keep updated. And yes I take suggestions. Next set may be Cow Girl Tiddies on friend recommendations xD ]

[youdonthavetolivelikethis]

Thursday, October 27, 2022

7:33pm I'm on the bus to Seattle for the weekend. D is DJing a Halloween party at a friends house south of Seattle tomorrow and then planning to come back Monday for A on Halloween. Leaving also bc 3 of 5 family members have covid. It seems like they're recovering but my dad is getting sick now im more worried about him. I test myself 3 times over the last week and negative each time. Its been a struggle getting my meds squared away for the next few weeks. It seems like lots of people have been using "I or my family have covid" as an excuse to not UA. I was struggling to find more subs around. Cam was stringing me along so I texted C and he came thru this morning after my tele appt at 9am. That was very nice of him. We talked about his music and my saga. He was only here for like 15 to 20 mins, stayed in the car I stayed out to as not spread germs. We said goodbye twice and each time he was the one who said "I love you" first. I was surprised to hear it. I think it means he has me on his mind. I'm almost to the park n ride now.

I'm fat as fuck rn but my tiddies look great.

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]