A Boy And His Dog

BEWARE OF DOGGO - THEY HAVE KNIVES!!

Dw there are more angy pride doggos on the list, but those are the ones I made so far Any flags and/or specific doggo breeds you'd like to see? Also *seductively turns towards the camera* if you'd like to see more, pls follow on instagram

Asexuals are forgotten and invalidated a lot. Especially if they identify as men or are masculine presenting. For that matter sometimes men in the ace community are even forgotten and invalidated by the community itself! So, men and masculine presenting members of the ace community, I want all of you to know that you just as valid as every single other member of the asexual community. I'm sorry if someone else has ever told you otherwise. You are a valuable and wonderful member of community and you deserve the space you take up in it. For those of you who aren't ace men yourself but one or more of your family/friends/loved ones is an ace man or an ace masc presenting person, please remind them that they're valid and loved any chance you get to.

I make a post with a reminder like this every year. I started it because I'd seen the way ace men were often left out of the conversation on ace issues and treated like an afterthought and felt that that was wrong.

Welcome to Firefly Radio

New Fallout 4 Roleplay Series!

I’ve had a story in my mind for a while which can work quite well as a roleplay series. Coming this January, welcome Firefly to the silver screen.

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Unlike our usual popsicle protagonist, Firefly grew up in the Commonwealth. All her life she’s had to struggle alone while not being able to trust anyone. In the present day, she’s a radio announcer, much like her “sister station“ in DC, she delivers current events and music, but unlike most people she actually investigates her stories. From missing caravans to haunted museums, Firefly risks her life to make sure people get the truth.

But lately, Firefly has been noticing signs something bigger is coming, more synth patrols, Gunner bases popping up all over the place, and the Minutemen making a comeback. Now more than ever, the people need an eye in the sky.

Enter Firefly to light the way.

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The series will be posted on Youtube, more information will be released as available. If you love Fallout 4 and think there’s a bunch of lost potential with some things, or want to see the story in a different light, then this story is for you!

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i hate you so much girl ron paul

Made some dice with real forget me nots I picked in the summer ☺️🌼

Felt this in my soul

me, sternly, to a blank google doc: i have written hundreds of thousands of words over the course of my life. you won’t defeat me.

the cursor, blinking: |

I wanted to thank you for hugging me when we witnessed Mr. Shin’s death. Oh, that? It’s fine. For people with autism– Anxiety can be relieved if pressure is put on the body during sensory overload, right? Yes… Yes, that’s right.

Captain America #750

Hanging Out in Shana's Room

“N-no, it’s… I feel good, it’s just I… um… where did my clothes go?” Taylor was definitely aware of the loose and muzzy quality to her speech, which only seemed to grow more disjointed and befuddled as her eyes lazily followed the swing of Shana’s pendant and her body slumped back against the massive beanbag chair in her friend’s bedroom. But every time she tried to make herself wonder why she felt so fuzzy and light-headed, her gaze caught the glittering sparkle of the crystal at the end of the silver chain and her legs gradually parted as the strength melted out of her muscles, leaving her staring in that same stupefied fascination all over again.

The whole thing felt eerily familiar, almost as though she’d found herself in the same state of rapt and mesmerized attention time and time again in Shana’s bedroom and had simply… forgotten…. Taylor’s fingers crept down to her pussy as a swell of arousal hit her at the very notion of staring blankly into the shimmering rainbow depths of Shana’s pendant and losing track of time and memory under its influence. “I, uh, yeah, feels good,” she burbled, responding to a question she’d already forgotten hearing, “but, um, uhhhh… did I… when did I get naked?” She had a vague suggestion of a memory, of walking right into her friend’s room and instantly stripping off her clothes with the same unthinking instinct that might lead another person to take off their shoes. But it was already vanishing, swallowed into the bliss of rubbing her plump pink labia and drifting deeper into trance.

Trance. That meant she was hypnotized, Taylor realized sluggishly, even as her fingers sank all the way up to the knuckle in the plush depths of her messy cunt and her eyes crossed in a confused effort to follow the motion of the swinging pendant. She was hypnotized by Shana, and that meant she had to do whatever the other woman said, and that was… that felt…. “Ofuck s-so good, Mistress,” she whimpered, barely even noticing the term she used to describe someone she’d known since they were both kids. “I, um, n-no, no need to… f-fuck, to t-thinkkkk….” Her legs spread wider. Her hand became a blur of motion. It all felt comfortable and intimately familiar so long as she didn’t try to pay attention to what she was doing while she stared at the crystal and relaxed.

It all made perfect sense now. She was hypnotized again, her mind captured by the effortless ecstasy of deep trance and the smooth, inexorable power of Shana’s will. Taylor couldn’t resist, because resistance required effort and Taylor was too relaxed to put any effort into anything anymore. Even her thoughtless masturbation only happened because Shana directed her fingers into motion, coaxing her to greater and greater heights of pleasure that only made her more and more eager to obey, and soon Taylor was gasping and whimpering the way she always did when she visited her friend’s house and slipped away into obedience. “C-compliance feels too good to resist,” she heard herself moan out, and she knew it was true the way it was always true for her.

Taylor’s eyes crossed and uncrossed, pleasure and drowsiness combining to make it impossible to keep them open any longer, and soon she found her head lolling backwards and her mind collapsing into a stuporous fog of pure obedience. “Unh, unh, uh huh,” she heard herself grunting, but she was already too deep to know what she was agreeing with and it was only when she felt a warm, musky cunt settle against her lips that she remembered what her purpose was. Then she stopped thinking entirely as she began to lick.

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