“But There Are Other Genders” But I Want This One. I Want This Identity To Be Mine But It Can’t

pope Francis literally rose from the deathbed just to tell JD Vance to eat shit and then died on Easter. a true diva until his end.

Yeah sex is cool and all but have you tried phone sex as a coping mechanism??

The new sleep token song I’m not okay

(I’m hoh and have adhd I have no clue what just happened)

I’m just saying that commercialized landlords are not ravioli approved, HOWEVER, a couple who owns a duplex and rents it out to one family with good pricing in mind is actually the opposite of landlord=bad. There’s a reason rental properties became a thing, let’s not forget that

I don’t get the Bucky Barnes thirst thing. He looks like my dad. They’ve got that same look in their eyes that says they get taken advantage of and hurt frequently. Why do you want to fuck him. Put him to sleep. Get him a niece to hang out with. He can color with her. He ain’t no freak in the sheets he’s a baby leave him be :(

My favorite thing about this is that all of these insults are things I can only describe as “something papa said on the phone once right before nonna found out he had tattoos” and 100% google translated

i like it when italian italians get mad at italian americans for calling themselves italian

I wanna post covers of sleep token but this fandom bro

And you can listen to the renowned Ethel Cain album 'Preachers Daughter' at work. But watch out!

I have a love for submissive men but I am also very submissive so it doesn’t work out well :(

warnings: mmm minor spoilers BUT if you’ve seen marvel’s social media accounts as of late, the posters/asterick reveal specifically, you already know. oh and drug mention and very light mental health issues

a/n: cant wait for higher quality gifs……

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Bob nervously stood in the frame of your door with a hairbrush clutched between both his hands. He stared down at the ground with his long curls blocking his view of you ever so slightly, then cleared his throat just loud enough to announce his presence. “Y/N?” He shuffled his feet timidly and you looked up from your laptop, working up new logos and team names just in case Sam Wilson actually did file for copyright.

“Yeah?” You gave him a soft expression to assure him he wasn’t disturbing you, a small curl of your lips to put him at ease. His body language was…typical, but starting to ease up day by day. He was making progress. You looked him up and down and noticed what was he held in his hands.

“Could you…help me brush my hair?” Bob’s voice was low and somewhat rough. You could see his hair was a little bit messy, but no different than usual. “It’s hard sometimes. I’m tired.” He tried to explain and you patted the space next to you on your bed, welcoming to sit beside you. “Thank you.”

You took the brush from his hand, but before beginning with the tool provided, you started with your fingers. Your nails against his scalp calmed him more than any drug he’d ever gotten his hands on. You gently worked out any knots that may have otherwise got caught in the bristles of the hairbrush and hurt him. Bob’s eyes had been closed a few minutes now, his thoughts at ease, and a weight lifted from his shoulders. Once you saw fit, you took the brush and began slowly pulling it through his brown curls. Bob asking for help was a step in the right direction, and you felt content that he asked you. Made you feel like you were heading in the right direction, too.

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