even anxious pups need the moon

Sorry, my what? My pronouns? Oh, yeah I'm between genders at the moment. No, it's cool, I quit my last gender a little while ago because it really wasn't working out. I don't know if I even have a dream gender anymore.

Oh yeah, it did come with benefits, but they weren't really worth it. The culture was really toxic. To be honest I think I'd prefer a part-time gender so I can just be self-described in my spare time.

I mean, in a perfect world we wouldn't need gender, you know? We could just voluntarily be perceived as much as we're able, as much as makes us feel fulfilled. Having a full-time gender shouldn't be a prerequisite for food, shelter, and healthcare.

"what if someone regrets transitioning" if you are 18 or over in free country usa you can walk into any tattoo parlor and ask for a tattoo that will be on your body forever and ever and ever and they will give it to you with the understanding that if you dont like the result or you regret it later that's your fucking problem and not theirs

man, it's so cool when female characters over-indulge and self-destruct and hurt themselves and others on purpose and have no way out but make it worse anyway and bite and scratch and betray everything they stand for for nothing and have no one to blame but themselves.

we’re never gonna see him in a wild sweater again. what if we all die.

hockey is a great pastime if you have attachment issues and don’t like change btw

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

reblog if you're also lame and weird.

hollanov all soft and giggly and smiley in bed just givin each other little touches and kisses but then oops....ilya's hand is slowly slipping down under the covers and his fingers are lightly tracing the heavy shape of shane's balls....and shane's eyes go all lidded and ilya's smile slowly fades as he strokes the base of shane's cock, rubbing little circles into the skin. and they're both just peering into each other's eyes, giggles and smiles forgotten, shane's mouth curving into a little pout that ilya presses a slow, wet kiss to. murmurs, "is your head going empty moy lubimyy?" and shane just nods slowly as ilya slides his hand upwards to thumb softly at shane's wet tip, starting to pulse steadily. whispers "i know" like a secret as he grips shane's thick shaft and starts to stroke in earnest, "i know, sweetheart..."