Feb 9
my me hurts
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my me hurts
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if you like fat people please fucking say it. expecially fat women. the thing about liking fat girls is that so many of them don't even know how much they need the kind of love you can give them. they need to know it's normal for someone to love their body because of how it looks. people talk all the time about how everyone who likes fat women is some evil 'feeder' predator that's going to destroy their 'victim's' life and personhood and i'm so fucking done with it because it's just fatphobic nonsense and kink-negative bullshit where people think that sexual desire has moral value again. it's the worried-for-your-health argument mixed up with a big ladleful of shame. please tell us you think we're sexy. love us in public and to your friends and family. be prepared for some of us to not know what to do with all that. keep doing it anyway. love us wholly, every bit of us, and incessantly. we need it.
"I wanna draw pretty starscream!!"
*draws a meme from last year instead*
“idk i think as a planet we just need to like, breed the color blonde out of our population…?” —my bf just now
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hypothetical situation
vi kisses open mouthed and sloppy, all desperate fingers and needy little moans as she pushes you back into whatever surface is nearest -- the wall, a counter, the door, the sofa -- something, anything, for her to leverage against, for her to press closer to you -- always, always closer. she doesn't think she'll ever get enough.
she kisses you like she's drowning, like she hungers for the air in your lungs, like you are the last breath of oxygen in a vacuum sealed room.
sometimes, she'll spend forever just laving her tongue across yours, other times, she'll sink her teeth into your bottom lip till you're hissing out in pain. but you know she'll always kiss it better.
"v-vi --" she likes it when you gasp her name, when it stitches out of you in broken bits, even though it's just once syllable. she likes the way it sounds on your breath, the way your voice curls around it like it's something precious. she's always wanted to be something precious.
"mm -- love it when you say my name," she murmurs, her lips hot against your skin, trailing down the line of your jaw, grazing over your fluttering pulse; she grins at the way it jumps.
"vi." you whine, fingers sinking into her hair as you tug her back up for another kiss, and another, and another. she kisses you like she could never get tired of kissing you; you kiss her back like you feel just the same.
"that's right, pretty -- mm... keep sayin' my name like that... just like that."