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Doctor Who posts are tagged "1-> 14" for other people's posts and "first doctor -> fifteenth doctor" for my own posts, to distinguish them
Ncuti Gatwa is the fourteenth doctor to me.
Sometimes I post art. Don't worry about it.
My DW fanfiction: Leviticus 18:23, Can't Help Myself, but if I know you, I know what you'll do, Schrödinger's Cat, Tussan's cat, the spin doctor
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Celebrate my week with me: snake sunday, moth monday, fish friday, and spider saturday
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I work with kids and sometimes we have to do safety lessons with them about like, not telling strangers on the internet your home address or something. And sometimes the kids wont understand why, so you have to impart upon them that, well, some adults want to hurt children. And thats kind of difficult to do, because you have to beat around the bush, both because you dont want to scare them (while still making them understand how serious it is) and because you might lose your job if you explain it too straight forward.
Luckily, for some reason, the villain of one of the most popular franchises with children for the last 10 years happens to be a serial child murderer. So when a kid asks why they shouldnt trust strangers, instead of hand wringing and humhawing my answer out, I can just say "we dont always know when a strange adult has good intentions with children, or when they are William Afton."
Game where the ancient hero is awakened from the deathless sleep of centuries in the hour of their people's greatest need, only to find that civilisation is thriving and there are no obvious threats on the horizon; the game then becomes a fish-out-of-water detective sim as they try to figure out what woke them up, and also solve other, smaller mysteries along the way.
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in retrospect it's pretty funny that the most used computer port for many years just completely sucked shit to the point of there being normie memes about it
I mean when your biggest tech issue is "takes an extra 10 seconds (at most) to plug in if you're not paying attention" that's pretty good! Imagine if you had a printer and the printer's biggest problem was that the paper took a few tries to insert into the tray. You'd want to fuck that printer.
Explaining that the prominent iced coffees and chocolate-glazed Munchkins were essential to director Christopher Nolan’s adaptation of the ancient Greek epic, actor Matt Damon defended Tuesday the placement of Dunkin’ Donuts products in the upcoming film The Odyssey. “Look—for a voyage that long, you’d need 50 sausage, egg, and cheese croissants, at least,” said the actor, who added that he spent countless hours consulting with historians while preparing for the starring role of Odysseus to get a sense of what the hero might have ordered from the Massachusetts-based chain in Greece during the Late Bronze Age.
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”hahaha yayyy husband that speech was great. um. one question. why do you bring up doctors and sickness so much in your speeches and put emphasis on the word doctor. ohhh it’s for your weird psychosexual relationship with your childhood friend okay awesome”
I'm doing my ranking of every Dr Who post regeneration story and I only have the eleventh hour left to rank and its just hit me that RTD has never written a good post regeneration story and I'm pissed off all over again
Hey. Hey, you. The people who have a strong preference for the explicit and smutty side of fandom. You’re super valid and are doing nothing wrong by having sexuality be your main focus. Sexuality being important to you doesn’t make you a creep, you’re not objectifying people because you prefer to explore characters’ and ships’ sexual lives and preferences. Sex is not shameful. Don’t let anyone try to shame you for celebrating and loving sexuality. Sex and smut have been an important part of fandom throughout it’s whole history. You don’t have to meet any silly quota of non-sexual fandom interests.
There’s still so much sex negativity in the world. People can have sex negative opinions without even realizing because they’ve grown up in such a repressive and conservative culture. Fandom has always been a place to escape that repressive culture.
And always remember, you don’t owe anyone an argument or debate.
the only time 3 really takes a look at himself is in his first appearance, where he's fucked on regeneration sickness. he comments on his hair and nose. I wonder if he ever took a look at himself afterwards or not, since that face was not something he wished for. he didn't wish to regenerate at all, it was forced upon him and his companions were taken away and he was all alone, in every way possible. the time lords tampered with his body, with the minds of his friends, dropped him on earth and exiled him there, without saying whenever they would lift that sentence. he was cut off from his original body, from his friends, from his home and was stuck in one place. that sounds so incredibly lonely and painful
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I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"
Bootblacking is top level kink because it's one of the few I can think of where the nominal sub is treated as a thoughtful, knowledgeable technician from the outset.
Like, a flogging bottom might be praised for their ability to take pain and know their limits, or a rope bunny might be recognised as keeping themselves in good physical shape so they can hold complicated stress positions for longer than a novice, but even the most beginner of beginner bootblacks has learnt a little bit of materials science (Will this type of brush scratch this patent finish?), a little bit of basic chemistry (If these were last polished with a silicone wax, how do I remove that to start to bull them?), a little bit of leatherworking history (Is that natural fibre stitching on those surplused Warsaw Pact boots, will my polish rot it?) and spent time practising techniques on their own boots.
And it's one of the few kinks I can think of where the top is so immediately physically and emotionally vulnerable to the bottom in that way: I put my foot in the hands of a stranger bootblacking at a party, and I trust that they won't damage the boots I was gifted by my long-dead Master when I was 17, that they won't soak the stitching and start the rot of the boots I was wearing when I first fucked the love of my life, I trust that they'll carefully work around and treat the cuts and scuffs in the leather that I picked up wearing these same boots marshalling at a dozen prides and going toe-to-toe with strikebreakers and scabs on twenty years' worth of picket lines. The experienced bootblack can look at my soles and where my boots crease, and see that I have a weak hip, that I'm slightly bowlegged, that I don't drive and that I walk even in the weather where I'd rather not. And I trust that they'll see that worn-out, poor, slightly sad old man and still call me "sir".
the joke among my leather circle is "everyone subs for a bootblack," not necessarily that bootblacking = sub or dom, but rather, we could have the most stone-top, left-pocket-black-flagging, powder-coated-steel-paddle-gripping Sir Dom, and all a bootblack has to do is move their wesco boot with a palm and they obey.
"give me this foot." tugging laces loose with one practiced finger. hefting a heavy-soled engineer up to wrench pebbles loose from in between the lugs. "stay still." taking finger-fulls of huberd's and lathing it meticulously and lavishly over a pair of oil tans - watching my customer curiously eye the lubricated shine with a rising heat behind their cheeks. planting the full weight of their boot on my shoulder and commanding them, gently, to press their weight onto me.
there's something so deeply fulfilling in being a technician, someone who restores leather like a museum archivist, accentuating scratches and blemishes and returning life to those leather pieces so they can go on to keep fucking, kicking, running. i am as much a craftsman as i am a history keeper. my respect is given not just by the titles i refer to you with, but the care i have given to your boots, jackets, and harnesses, and the stories they tell.
There’s a bootblacker guy who comes to our local little queer markers markets, and he’s such an important part of the ecosystem. All these queer people participating in this alternate economy who are often passing the same $20 bill around, aren’t doing enough to care for our boots. So folks see a guy with his kit right there who can care for their boots for a good price in a place they already are, quite a few jump on it.
It’s great for him because he can talk to people and give them this little sample of the kink in a non-sexual setting, but here’s a flyer for the next event where we are doing it sexually and you can get to thinking about if it awakens anything in you to explore. He’s also a wheelchair user, so it’s a perfect way for a friend to help setup his purpose-built platform and cushions, and then all the fun interesting people who like leather in some capacity come talk him.
Often gets to have deep conversations with people, too, which is so needed in a time many of us feel isolated. He’s there reminding us community is built on mutual care. He cares for the boots and the person in a way that fulfills him. That person might bring him food or show their art. Maybe they form a friendship that helps them both get to other events. Good boots in the winter to bring burritos and aid to our homeless neighbors. Or that walk the floors of a local hardware store helping the people build their contraptions. In return he gets tips about a shipment of way more shoe polish than ordered coming in and the store being eager to move it.
He has an aura of care and reciprocity that is so clear to even people outside the kink, and he’s a great ambassador for getting into it. His presence does a lot to make people naïve of kink culture have favorable views. Gets them curious about the classes and books at the local radical love sex and gender shop when they see the ads or event calendar in the paper. A little love live competency porn to spruce up the place. And if anyone objects to his presence, we all know he’s staring and the complainer’s getting ejected as the true threat to the community.
I should sit down and make a button pin celebrating bootblackers. Endangered keystone species of perverts (affectionate) in the ecology of our civic and queer community ecosystems.