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I realise my parents don’t actually understand my twisted Gen Z sense of nihilistic humour like I’m currently coughing my lungs up and I have four shows to peform in the next week and two full dress rehearsals so I said ‘I could just chug an entire bottle of cough syrup before each show and hope for the best’ and then my mum said she was gonna take the bottle out of my room because she genuinely thought I was going to do it like no mother if I was going to chug an entire bottle of anything it would be bleach

RACISM BEING USED AS A TACTIC 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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this might be a hard pill to swallow for college students but getting drunk all the time isnt a personality trait it’s alcoholism

Honestly same, but sometimes its my own mind telling me how ungrateful I am.  And then i start questioning social structures.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who sees how absolutely fucked up the world and our lives are. Like, we spend our entire life studying or working our asses off and then we die. But every time I bring this up to someone, they make me feel like the most ungrateful and awful person in the world just for thinking it.

Life I guess?

I fucking hate my family rn, my grandma is a bitch who destroys everyone’s life. My aunt is an alcohol addict and doesn’t care about anyone, my brother has a aggression problem and hurt my mom really bad, and my stepfather is a mix between my mom and my grandma.

Also we’re not talking about my biological father cuz just nope.

And to top this, my mom has depressions and is having a bad week taking all out on me.

How do I cope with it? Well guys, I grew some balls (imaginary ones cuz I’m a girl) and just don’t bitch about it, sure I have bad days too but it’s 2018 bitch we deal with our problems.

dogs are so pure

Could I ask for GOM, UK, Kagami, and Himuro (sorry for asking for so many characters ^^;) with their biggest kinks and a a little drabble for each? ((Love your blog and that header is absolutely SCRUMPTIOUS~~))

Good lord this was hard. I’m not doing a drabble because this post is long enough. But there is a short story.

Generation of miracles

Akashi: Pet play, him as the owner of course. If the collar wasn’t enough, then he’d get more creative. The leash in his hands reminded you of your place. Whenever he thought you were being disobedient, he’d give a sharp tug of the leash. “Yield my pet” he ordered as he led you to his bed. Akashi sat at the edge with an expectant look. “You know what to do, get to it” he ordered resting back on his elbows. You took the initiative and unzipped his pants. “Slower, or should I punish you for getting ahead of yourself?” he warned.

Aomine: Hair pulling. In the midst of sex, Aomine loved when you pulled his hair. Slight tugs to straight out yanking would rile him up. His thrust became more aggressive as if in response to hair pulling. Your grasp slipped a little, causing you to grab tighter. “Shit, do it again” he growled against your skin. Each time you pulled he only grew rougher.

Kise: Body worship. Worshiping your body was always his priority. He’d always kiss up your legs and arms, mumbling sweet compliments. His hands ran up your legs as he raised his head to your neck. "You’re so soft ___-cchi~“ he cooed kissing your neck softly. Kise left hickeys in the spots that were hard to hide. “I want everyone to know I love you” was his excuse to get away with this.

Kuroko: Breath play. He didn’t have to try honestly. Instead of moans, he would release huffs or hot breath. When you heard the faint sound of his voice, heat would pool inside you with anticipation. You shivered as his mouth ghosted over the back of your neck. “____” he breathed in your ear, causing you to call out to him in a shaky voice. It was like magic how quickly you changed under his teasing.

Murasakibara: Food play. “____-chin stay still” Murasakibara growled from his place between your legs. His tongue held the cream that was once on your skin. He drew his tongue back to clean it off, his expression remained blank yet his eyes carried annoyance. “Sorry” you murmured as Murasakibara brought his face back to it’s previous position. His tongue moved quickly against your skin, occasionally stopping in spots so he could bite. His teeth grazed your skin and left it screaming red. 

Midorima: Finger sucking, on his fingers but he’d probably do it. He’d never admit to liking it. his fingers found your mouth once again in a small plea. You obliged willingly and took his appendages into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around each digit, giving equal amounts of attention to each. The sucking sensation you created with your mouth only added to his pleasure. The occasional bite sent shivers up his body. Midorima’s gaze  never left your face as he removed his hand for more….satisfying purposes.

Uncrowned kings

Hanamiya: Fear, Bondage, Photography, and Licking. He wasn’t sure what set him off. Your small cries or the way your body shivered. All he did was take pictures of your naked body in compromising positions. His tongue ran across your flushed skin as he teased you for being in such a state. “You act like I’ll show someone these, maybe I should?” the furious shake of your head made him bust out laughing. You couldn’t reach for the camera yourself, considering the tight belts that held your body down.

Kiyoshi: Scratching, on his back preferably. It could be masochism. When your nails raked down his back, he felt true bliss. The painful sting of skin tearing accompanied by your pleading moans were heavenly. “P-please…faster” your whimpers reminded him of where he was as he lost himself in pleasure. “S-sure” he groaned proceeding to slam into you. Your body jumped against his, creating the delicious feeling of his back being clawed.

Mibuchi: High Heels, doesn’t matter who wears them. The click of heels caught his attention. Echos bounced off the walls and came back just as pleasing. His bedroom eyes made it hard for you to continue your cat walk. Mibuchi raised his hand to call you over in a ‘come hither’ motion. You swallowed hard in an attempt to calm yourself, still walking toward him with your head held high. “Here, here, I want play with you a little” he cooed as he pulled you into his lap. Your legs found their place around his hips, leaving little space between you both.

Hayama: Breast smothering or nipple play. “Mmmhh!”  Hayama’s voice resounded against your skin. All sounds smothered into your breast as his mouth latched to your nipple. His teeth nipped at your skin as he toyed with your nub. "It’s all red here, it gets hard when I do this” Hayama snickered biting down on it. Your gasps and moans only furthered his actions. Trails of saliva served as proof of where he attacked your skin. 

Nebuya: Extreme Musk. It worked both ways honestly. His nose was buried into your chest as he breathed in you scent. The strong stench of your sweaty skin sent his eyes rolling back. Nebuya’s own body emitted a strong scent that filled your nostrils. “You smell great ___” Nebuya groaned against your skin. His head moved lower to the space between your thighs. “It smells best here though” he sighed wistfully taking in your scent. Soon you found yourself going down on his chest as he urged you toward his crotch. “Take my muscle musk too yeah?”

Others

Kagami: Clothed Sex. “___” his voice called out to you in a husky tone. Your shirt bunched to your shoulders and your bottoms were long abandoned. The sight of your partial covered body underneath him sent fire through out his body. Just the thought of your flushed skin hiding underneath material he could rip to shreds made him hard. Kagami was still clothed with exception to his fly unzipped. His jeans brushed against your hips as he thrust inside you. The loose zipper chiming as it flailed about. Even with the clothes making it unbearably hot, your love making didn’t cease.

Himuro: Voyerurism/Exhibitionism. “Shhh, they’ll hear you” Himuro scolded from behind you. His hands held your naked waist as he pressed himself into your back. Your bottoms pooled around your ankles, making it even more difficult to escape him. “Just stay quiet, touch yourself a bit too” he purred leading one of your hands to your opening. Himuro’s chuckle invaded your ears as he watched you tease yourself. Something pressed into your ass as Himuro rocked his hips into yours. “Don’t mind that, all in good time ____~”.

Gonna Reblog this every time I see it, don’t hate, love!

Since joining Tumblr, I’ve met a lot of young queer people. Look, I’m a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and I’m approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepard’s story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, “I better keep my mouth shut about these feelings I’m having.”

And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, “They were calling me gay.”

Her response was, “Well, are you?”

My, “I don’t know,” earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Dom’s stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.

The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and we’ve lived together ever since. Things are better, but they’re not perfect. I’ve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dad’s side of the family. I haven’t been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, “I’m not going to judge you, but I’d be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.”

I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldn’t make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didn’t know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her mom’s boyfriend.

Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Here’s the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Don’t go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.

Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word “queer” bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because they’re confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.

Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and it’s largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking “problematic” things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the “social justice warrior” mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And I’m certainly not saying that your anger doesn’t have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, that is when you need to be a warrior. That’s when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we don’t have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when we’ve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media won’t even admit that the attack was homophobic.

Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Don’t just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. That’s like washing the dishes in a house that’s on fire, kids. Let’s fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, let’s just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.

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This is my fav type of outfit, sadly I cant wear it for my job