Princess

everyone wants masc carpenter trade until his rough calloused handjob sands your thing down small and smooth as a river stone

Yeah sorry I can't come into work today. I accidentally heard Primadonna by Marina formerly of and the Diamonds. So I need the day to be a primadonna girl. Yeah it's going to be the whole day.

This sounds like a shitpost but people should be allowed to be horny. As in, sexuality is just part of life for most people and there’s no reason for consensual sexual behavior to be punished. A celebrity getting “caught” at a sex club shouldn’t be a scandal. No one should be fired for having a fetlife profile outside of work. Nudes getting leaked shouldn’t be career-ending. Denying and hiding (consensual) sexual interests doesn’t make anyone more professional, it just makes everyone more repressed. And sterilizing ourselves to be better work drones isn’t productive, it’s just creepy. I’d rather my surgeon get absolutely railed on camera and come to work in a good mood, frankly.

the amount of ace, aroace, + sex-repulsed ppl leaving support on this post is rly heartwarming

also this goes without saying but is also true of ppl who do sex work for used to do sex work. an accountant’s boss finding out that they used to do sex work shouldn’t be a career ender. a restaurant worker shouldn’t be fired bc they have an OnlyFans.

Yes, yes, yes and yes.

Proper and well-mannered men who seem to only know the word "fuck" once they're inside you

i dont "struggle" with isolation, i'm actually soooooo super fucking good at it

can you please start having fantasies about me so violent that they're freaking you out and making you paranoid about me somehow finding out

"they should be in a healthy relationship with good communication" they should be obsessive freaks who stalk each other and have zero boundaries

i really want to make music but i can’t sing :( or rap

I’m beatboxing right now drop a freestyle

Johnny and his relationship with his chrome, his cyberpsychosis. how afraid he must’ve been in that first month after going AWOL, so shell-shocked and disillusioned, no longer fully human with the twitchy and unpredictable killing machine attached to the stump of his shoulder. him sitting on that grimy bed in the pistis sophia, curled up on the stained mattress without even a sheet on it, ceiling fan spinning slowly above him, circulating stagnant mildew-addled air while he’s taking a screwdriver to his arm, scraping off the arasaka logo with angry tears in his eyes, clenching his jaw so tightly in frustration and grief that it’s making his neck and head hurt. he can still feel his arm there if he focuses but it’s been possessed, possessed by this silver monster who hates him, clinging to his body like a snake, hungry for blood, whether it be his or someone he hates or someone he loves, it doesn’t care, driven only by instinct. johnny hates it right back.