Here’s Some Tortilla It Was Made With Anger 💜

This one’s for myself

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

Okay but going off my last reblog i fucking lOVE being renamed. Like stripping my identitty away even further than i already do myself and making me personalized just for you. ♡

Our time spent together is custom just for you. Do i get a new name, a new role, a new self. I'll take on whatever it is you give me, whatever you make me, bc thats whats best for me anyway. because im yours to form anyway. thats the best part of my purpose, being a customizable object for whoever picks me up.

So pleaee give me a name when you say hi or when you want to talk or sext or whatever it is. I want to he customized just to you, so its our little experience together. Isnt that sweet? ♡

My brain is fried mommy you’re right but that’s all the more reason to let you take control instead right?

So I’ll just sit on my knees with my legs parted slightly, shoulders back and my mouth wide open for you mommy…… I promise I’ll be a good little victim for you to bully.

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Mmm… you seem like the kind of girl who begs for my riding crop.

Such a sweet little thing… you're probably already trembling, trying so hard to act like you’re not absolutely soaked from just thought of of my voice. But I know. I bet your thighs press together at the mere idea of it. That your breath stutters when I mention words like slap and sting.

You want it, don’t you?

You want me to drag the crop along your soft, warm skin... tap, tap, strike, until you're biting your lip and try not to cry too soon. You want me to mock the way you gasp, the way your body twitches like it's mine already.

Aww… what’s that? A whimper?

Poor little heart.

You're so cute when you’re scared of what’s coming but desperate to be ruined anyway. Don’t worry, little one. Mommy won’t hurt you too much. Just enough to make you blush when I call you my pathetic little mess.

You’ll take it for me, won’t you? Every slap. Every degrading little word. You’ll grind against my thigh like the obedient, filthy girl you are, tears clinging to your lashes while you moan for more.

Because that’s what you really want… To be broken down gently. To be bullied with a smile. To hear me laugh while I tell you how ridiculous you look begging for permission to fall apart.

But shhh, my sweet girl… you know how this ends.

With soft hands pulling you close. With my lips brushing against your ear. With my voice turning low and sweet again as I kiss your damp cheeks and whisper

“There’s my good girl. You did so well for me. Now let me hold what’s left of you.”

This is the vibe or in like better terms PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

being bullied by a girl i look up to is all the attention i deserve

How I like it.

That blissed-out, fucked-stupid smile, lips parted, eyes glazed with pure need—like a pretty little trans girl lost in the pleasure of finally being seen, wanted. When words barely make sense, but she just nods, clinging to every touch, every praise, like it’s the sweetest affirmation of who she is. That soft, desperate look that says, more, please. Ruin me. Make me yours. Make me feel real.

reblog if you’re okay with people being horny in your dms

I just need this bouncing back and forth in my head before I make any decisions

Just a stupid girl

Your thoughts don’t matter. Not now. Not when you‘re with me. And you are always with me. You belong to me. Your mind is soft, baby. Empty. Just how I like it. You were never meant to think—thinking is for people with purpose. You? Your purpose is to be used. You are existing to be fucked dumb. My pretty little thing with a pretty little brain that melts so easily when I talk like this. You don’t need opinions. You don’t need ideas. You just need to listen. Obey. Feel. Your head isn’t for thinking. It’s for holding still. It’s for taking what I give you. Your mouth, your throat, your brain—none of it was built for anything but this. You know that, right? Deep down? You were made to be dumb. Made to be owned. Thinking only gets in the way. And look at you now. Already slipping. Already soaking. Because you like being told what you are. You like not having to think. Let it go, baby. Let it all go. No thoughts. No resistance. Just my voice. Just this. Good girl. That’s better. That’s perfect.