Leonid Pasternak (Ukrainian, 1862–1945) - The Torments of Creative Work
sorry but being autistic and "not understanding conflicting labels" is NOT an excuse to put queer labels on your dni. Saying "lesboys dni" is just as bad as saying "trans men dni" or "lesbians dni". You can't pick and chose which queer people you do and don't accept. You either accept us all or accept no one. We are a community. Don't use autism to excuse transphobic and lesbophobic behavior.
can’t believe i haven’t seen menorah joint even once yet, y’all are slacking
As a trans person from the UK, when you're talking about how bad our country is when it comes to transphobia can you like lay off on insulting us as people too? Like yeah I get that it's a joke that's used a lot and usually I'm fine with that
But the people hurt by our anti trans laws and stuff rn is us. We know it's shitty, we have to live here and deal with it
Queer 👏 people 👏 are 👏 not 👏 all 👏 fucking 👏 activists 👏
Stop quizzing us on queer history and asking us questions we aren’t qualified to answer about the world and about politics and about our identities
Stop trying to back us into a corner so you can justify your discrimination on the basis that we don’t know what we’re talking about or can’t “defend” ourselves to you
Stop treating every queer person that stands up and says “I want to be treated like a person” as if they’re an activist
Cut that bullshit out
Marginalised people just want to exist and be happy
I don’t know everything, and that doesn’t make me undeserving of your respect or my human rights you fucker
I don’t even owe you the stuff I do know- I still am entitled to basic fucking respect
Has anyone on tumblr started documenting this wreck happening on twitter yet
Punk fallout blinkies because every time I see someone being racist and I check their profile to see Brotherhood propaganda an angel loses its wings & i’ve been playing fallout: new vegas and the followers of the apocalypse is up there with the minutemen as my favorite faction
+ userboxes
“a real patriot” ncr & legion ones are in the reblogs i forgor them originally
as always reblog and credit if you use and feel free to send me an ask requesting more
Definite banners and possible bumper stickers for the shop
Ty for writing him like this I just know he gives soft dom energy💖👄💖
observation (18+)
soft dom! viktor x fem! reader
the ambitious zaunite has seen many things in his lifetime. though, he still (and undoubtedly) believes you are one of the most ethereal beings to have graced his sights, but especially so when you have your mouth stuffed full.
nsfw, oral fixation, boot humping, voyerism, sub reader
“you are much more docile like this.”
a muffled whine rips through the quiet atmosphere of the room as the inventors fingers press down on the back of your tongue; near the entrance of your throat. saliva pools around his fingers and he watches with keen interest at how your tongue flexes, and writhes under the offending appendages.
“close,” the man states simply, biting back a soft smile at how you immediately obey, lips wrapping around his knuckles.
from his seating position in the cushioned chair, he believes this sight may have been his own personal slice of heaven.
you’re currently poised prettily on your knees between his spread legs; head tilted up and eyes locked on his- back straighten to perfection at his approval. one hand rests by your lap on the floor while the other grips around a part his intricate leg brace.
viktor’s not a lover who yearns at depriving you of touch. punishments like such are rare (there typically never being a need for them). if anything he encourages your wandering hands to roam.
he is a man of science after all- observing is what he does best. he wishes to witness you for what you really are- your thoughts, opinions, reactions.
and that’s exactly how you ended up in this predicament.
his gaze remains unwavering at the slight gag he pulls from you. fingers brushing once more against the back of your throat after he’s satisfied with his determination of just how much you can take.
“you are doing so well.”
the natural purr his accented voice seems to carry is like melted honey to your ears. its velvety timbre vibrates through your body all the way down to your core. slick beginning to soak through the middle of your underwear.
your thighs clench and unclench in some sort of desperate attempt of relieving yourself of this ache- a move that doesn’t go unnoticed by viktor.
a subtle, sly smile graces his features as he watches you unashamedly tuck your free hand between your legs and under your clothing. saliva begins to drip down your chin as you moan around his fingers, tongue working tirelessly as your fingers press against your needy clit.
“pl..ease!” you cry out, eyes finally fluttering shut. your legs press tightly together to provide some sort of friction as you rub your swollen bud- a finger just barely pressing into your entrance.
he huffs out a quiet laugh, amusement written over his face. “open your eyes, zayka,” he murmurs lowly as his thumb on his free hand reaches out to trace over your bottom lip, mesmerized at the strand of saliva that keeps you two strung together as he pulls it away.
you listen well and your eyes fly open at the feeling of something hard pushed up against the back of your hand currently pressed against your cunt.
viktor had adjusted his good leg to where his foot was placed now between your spread thighs. the metal working of the tip of his boot caught the low lights in the room causing it to practically sparkle.
he didn’t push you to stop your ministrations, nor did he remove his fingers from your sopping mouth. he merely looked down at you, cheeks flushed a rosy pink and hazel eyes that shone in sensuality, and allure.
you, on the other hand, knew exactly what he wanted.
you’re quick to pull your hand away from your needy pussy and press yourself down onto the worn leather. your hips are in touch with your want and immediately begin to roll themselves. back and forth, up and down. your clit catches deliciously on the cool metal which warrants a gurgled moan from your now parted lips.
viktor tilts his head with a gentle look, as if he found this whole situation endearing.
your arousal began to seep onto the man’s boot, the slip allowing you to glide more effortlessly. both your hands reach out to take ahold of viktor’s leg and use it as leverage as your desperation rose.
a hand intertwined with yours atop his knee as tensions began to heighten- coils beginning to tighten in your lower abdomen.
“don’t fight it,” viktor whispers, his words almost syrupy. “just let it happen.”
it’s when his fingers finally exit your mouth and go to cradle the back of your head- ever so slightly tugging it back to look at your glistening, desirous expression- does that rope finally snap within you.
your orgasm doesn’t wash over you. it comes crashing down.
it take’s a few shushes and gentle murmurs to bring you down from that stagnant high. your clit, raw and sensitive, urges you to pull away from all stimulation, but instead you sag, nearly bonelessly, against viktor as he presses whispers of kisses into your sweaty hairline, continuing to caress your hair back in a loving manner.
“such a good, willing girl you are.”
How I be lookin at mfs when they say “you're only human”
I'm all Abt orangutans mann I make art 😚 also I'm 20 if I like your content that has nothing to do with my content vibe it's bc I'm on my side blog
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