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kill the cop in your head. piss yourself

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Forgot to post this here but if ur in the Denver area im hosting a Dyke Jello Wrestling event next month for pride.... nehehehe....

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It's Juneteenth yall. And I'm not letting this day go unmarked.

Black people fight for everybody. We stand in solidarity with women, lgbt people, poor people all over the world of every skin color and background. Every religion and nationality.

Today, stand with us. Be with us. Tell a black person you love them. Hug a black person (with consent). Ask that hot black girl out today. Make a black person smile. Black lives matter to everybody and you matter to us.

Stand with us on Juneteenth like we stand with you all year round, and I hope a happy Pride month continues for all of us

💝

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bored, mean girl college cheerleader giving a handjob to the loser geek virgin goonette in the private study room. cheerleader looking away, scrolling on their phone, talking a mile a minute about anything and everything but what they're doing.

"yeah, so i think I'm going to go with the pink top tonight. the one that i showed you earlier. you remember, right? i texted it to you this morning."

soft hands stroking her under the table to a steady rhythm. the geek covers her mouth with her hand and nods, thinking about the photo the cheerleader had sent. low cut top with a lacy black bra peeking through, the way it clung tightly to their waist.

"ugh, Taylor keeps asking me what I think about her new boyfriend. I could never understand dating someone like that; he's so boring."

she doesn't even remember who Taylor is. It seems like they're maybe friends? or fake friends? or former roommates? she holds in a gasping moan. the cheerleader's tits are bouncing a little from the jerking motion. it's making their top ride up, enough to just barely see the underwire of their bra.

"should I get the mauve or blush lip? nevermind, it's not like you'd know the difference."

she leans in a little to see. both colors look laughably similar. either one would look great on the cheerleader, though. the image of a trail of light pink kiss marks along the underside of her dick...she thrusts into the cheerleader's hand.

she's taller than them. she could probably overpower them if she tried hard enough. force them to their knees, hook her thumbs in their mouth and hold it open, just slide it in...get them to finally shut up for once. she's sure their throat feels much better than the stroker at home. but maybe that isn't enough.

the cheerleader's pencil skirt is one of those extra tight kinds, short enough that it could pass for a belt. the door to the study room is locked. students rarely come up to this floor.

she could probably tip the cheerleader's chair over, get them on the floor. pull up the skirt...move the thong to the side. always thongs. they may as well ditch underwear altogether at this point.

what a wonderful way to lose it. while they're kicking and thrashing, regretting every passive-aggressive, annoying, vapid thing they've ever said, while their mascara smears and their hair gets mussed by the cheap carpet. it has to be missionary. mating press. she would have to see their face. definitely would have to record it. maybe even post it online later.

the geek leans in even more, contemplating. she's already so close. if she put it in, she'd probably finish after only two or three thrusts.

"are you about to come?" asks the cheerleader, finally looking her way. "you wish you were inside me, don't you?"

she can't take it anymore. she lets out a strained groan. she comes. it gets on the cheerleader's thigh. they roll their eyes and reach in their purse for a napkin. their phone buzzes. it's Taylor.

"oh, my god, heyyy, girl! no i'm not busy, i'm just studying with my tutor...yeah..."

her chest heaves. she swallows, exhales, and then cleans herself up.

next time, she'll go through with it. ❂

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little sisters require close proximity to big sisters or they may cry and get really sad

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Mech pilots as a chronic illness metaphor. I would kill the world for you. I need you to help me out of the cockpit. I swear I’m still every bit as useful to you as I was before. We’re going to need to add another drug to the cocktail. You won’t leave me when I finally wash out, right? I don’t get to be normal anymore. I would kill the world for you. I hope I get to try.

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Mech pilots as a chronic illness metaphor. I would kill the world for you. I need you to help me out of the cockpit. I swear I’m still every bit as useful to you as I was before. We’re going to need to add another drug to the cocktail. You won’t leave me when I finally wash out, right? I don’t get to be normal anymore. I would kill the world for you. I hope I get to try.

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Mech pilots as a chronic illness metaphor. I would kill the world for you. I need you to help me out of the cockpit. I swear I’m still every bit as useful to you as I was before. We’re going to need to add another drug to the cocktail. You won’t leave me when I finally wash out, right? I don’t get to be normal anymore. I would kill the world for you. I hope I get to try.

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doing incest where ur older sister pretends to be your mother is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Did I use too much glitter??? I think I could use more actually...

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apparently the eyewear counter at costco really don't like when you ask if they have any frames that are "total cumshot bait"

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any Denver trannies dm me for an event tomorrow

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prev, looks like a normal 15 to me

23 is big af, 15c is varied but usually sharper I think?

anyways it looks like this one:

so she always keeps me close to her heart.

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IDEAL INTERACTION: I CHANGE YOU FOREVER AND THEN DISAPPEAR

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(stepping onto someones elses 2 note vent post with my hand raised and my chest puffed out) i Also would like to kill myself