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I have eyebags because that's where I keep my eyes

i have eyebags cuz the light from my halo keeps me up all night

It's so unfair I don't get to see where plate tectonics will go in 50 million years

It’s so unfair i don’t get to see where evolution will go in 50 million years

you think you're tough, punk. i know your kind. kill a man and you think it makes you big. but let me ask you -- you ever seen a video of a woman with 30-50 live eels inside her gaping rectum? all silver & swarming and whatnot? because i saw that when i was a teenager and ive never been able to find it again and its kinda my porn white whale. so go back to the streets, kid. you're not ready

Need this in my hands

soft thick nonbinary dragon cock and balls, reblog if u agree

My partners friend went missing if you all could signal boost this!

Petitions - UK Government and Parliament

Petition: Legally enshrine the right of adults to physically transition using NHS services

Introduce a law to legally protect the right of those aged 18 and over to transition using NHS services. This should specifically cover phys

Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️‍⚧️🇬🇧

Will some cute girl PLEASE grope me and tell me they wanna fuck me till I pass out

How It Starts

It’s innocent at first—just two trans girls sitting way too close, sharing mirrors and brushes, pretending this is just about eyeliner techniques and not about the way our hands keep lingering on each other’s skin. You tilt my chin up, fingers brushing my jaw, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

By the time we’re negotiating our little trade—you’ll teach me how to wing my liner if I do your dishes—the tension has already shifted. The touches last a little longer, the teasing gets a little bolder. The compliments start flowing, layered between giggles and stolen glances.

"Your lips look so soft with that gloss."

"Your skin is so smooth—I could touch it all day."

And then—

It’s in that moment, breath catching, fingers hesitating over soft, shivering skin, that we both realize:

Trans girls who get flustered when you compliment them are so cute, like…

And suddenly, one of us is saying it out loud. Come here so I can feel how hard you are.

The words hang between us, thick with heat, a teasing challenge wrapped in a promise. Eyes flicker, lips part, and suddenly, we’re not pretending anymore. The playful touches become something else—gravitational, inevitable.

One moment, we’re giggling over how clumsy we are at getting each other’s tops off, fingers fumbling over straps, buttons, fabric that suddenly feels far too complicated. The next, our laughter is swallowed by gasps and soft, desperate moans, mouths crashing together in messy, lip-gloss-stained kisses.

Fingers tremble against bare skin, tracing curves we’re still learning to love, gripping hips as we grind together, slowly, achingly, lost in the heat. The world outside doesn’t exist—just us, two desperate girls making up for every moment we were denied this kind of love before.

Breathless, needy, we praise each other between gasps. You’re doing so good. You feel so good. Hands roam, nails dig into soft flesh, and for once—just this once—there is no shame, no hesitation.

Just pleasure. Just warmth. Just us.

do not post your ugly ass boyfriend for valentine's day bc my week has been bad enough

Someone please bite me until I look like a girl

diversity win! this spider is forcefemming its prey!

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