Guys.. Touch-starved!gojo… Touch-starved!gojo…..

In order to stop the culture of faking orgasms, we need to stop the culture of shaming others for their sexual experiences.

Can’t get your partner off on the first try? Cool. You can still be thoughtful and make them feel good.

Can get your partner off within 30 seconds? Awesome, good for you both, don’t let it get to your head.

Can make someone cum in less than 5, but for others, it’s a process that takes an hour? That’s alright, everyone’s different. 

Does it take you 30 minutes to cum? That’s okay, you’re not broken, you’re not a failure.

Does it take you 10 seconds to cum? That’s great, you’re not a slut, you’re not overly sensitive or dirty. 

Can’t cum without toys/vibrators? That’s awesome, that’s a valid part of sexual play!

Can only cum with loving, vanilla sex? That’s perfectly normal, and you will find lots of great partners to experience that with!

Can’t orgasm at all? THAT’S ALSO COOL. It’s not a bad thing, you can still enjoy sex TONNES just like others.

Orgasms are NOT the defining characteristic of your sexual prowess. They are great, they’re lovely when they happen, but for the love of science, stop bringing them up higher than they need to be. 

you ever like someone so much

Burning

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

I CAN’T HAVE ANYTHING IN THIS GODDAMNED FANDOM

when you wish upon a star, you send it back to the night sky. that’s how they get home.

gojo is a star (a literal star from the sky) who fell on earth and geto is the one who finds him by the fringe of the forest. the only way gojo can go back is if geto makes a wish. just as he’s about to ask, gojo shushes him. gojo is not eager to go home, anyway. he was indifferent at first, but the more he spends time on the ground, the more he’d rather stay embodied. gojo is now caught in a dilemma, between this urge to give geto a stroke of luck in his life, and this yearning to stay beside him. geto, half-knowing, stays tightlipped. a summer passes. (was it a slip of the tongue?) when geto sits up from the futon that morning, his bed is empty.

geto’s wish is for gojo to be happy.

geto, with all his self-sabotaging tendencies and his hopeless awe for gojo, took one look at his sparkler-lit smile that night and wished for him to always be happy. of course, the universe has its rules—that wish sent gojo home. you need to wish upon a star to send it back to the night sky. it’s always been that way for as long as the cosmos’ existence. gojo’s told him this many times, and yet he still said it out loud. if he really thinks on it, this might be the first time he’s ever been this honest. he folds the futon, then he places it at the bottom of his closet.

unbeknownst to geto, though, (or rather, he refuses to entertain the thought), gojo was happy with him. is happy with him.

it takes a year for geto to spot that stark head of hair again, and a minute later for the day-sky to stare back.

and then that smile.

(“well?” gojo says, wiping the condensation on his pants. “what did you wish for?” he sips his ramune. what was so important that you’d send me away?

“ah, that.” this time, there is no hurry. geto can afford to go on a little longer. “it’s a secret.”)

Where the search lights find us

Drinking by the mausoleum door

And they found you on the bathroom floor

me talking in the tags on tumblr dot com

Shinsou but he casually wears crop tops

...ngl, the fact that ADD and ADHD got condensed into ADHD when the hyperactivity specifically is part of the reason so many girls were simply not diagnosed drives me up the wall.

It's not that the whole name isn't bullshit, because it is. It describes the way people outside of our experience perceive us, as opposed to the difficulties that are part of our lived experience. Even from an outside standpoint, it's recognizable that "deficit" is not always the issue with our attention... but that's beside the point.

When psychiatrists noticed that ADD and ADHD were basically the same thing... they chose to favor the typical male presentation in the literal naming of the condition, and in doing so condemned a generation of girls (and other afab people) to suffer through being told they're so smart, they just don't apply themselves enough, that it's a personal failing they can't regularly turn in homework, that they're lazy for waiting until the last minute to work on an assignment... because those girls weren't hyperactive. Those girls just kind of drifted off and daydreamed in classes. Those girls doodled or wrote stories all through their school years, and functioned measurably worse when a teacher noticed they were doing that and tried to stop them. Those girls are now so many of my adult friends who are now being diagnosed with ADHD as adults, because the hyperactive part of the diagnosis almost solely applies to children (CHILDREN, when, I might note, this is a lifelong condition) who are socialized male.

We need a whole other name for the condition, because attention deficit is not our problem at all. But my god, the hyperactivity part actually ruined my life for so many years, because I had no way to explain to my dad why it physically hurt me to be bored, why I had to read or write or doodle in class in order to keep my focus, why I excelled in tests but failed at homework so my grades sucked because of that. No one even considered I might have ADHD, all through my childhood, but earlier this year I had the opportunity to go through all my grade school reports, and they could not be MORE CLEARLY talking about a child with ADHD. "Pleasure to have in class", "assignments not complete", "does not pay attention in class", "Birdie is a highly intelligent child with specific and unique needs" (I would LOVE more follow-up on that one, from third grade, do not have it). But I was a quiet and reserved child, so obviously I couldn't have ADHD.

I'm legitimately angry about it in retrospect. I went off my Adderall for a couple months recently, as an adult who only started taking Adderall as an adult, and it completely fucked up my ability to function. For years I was just out there as a teenager struggling through high school and college entirely unmedicated because as a child I was too withdrawn to be diagnosed. Fucking wild and also infuriating.