margot the perpetual

Ok, I know this might seem harsh, and maybe it isn't my place to say this, but there are other female demons, you can't all be Lilith. At least one of you has to be Agrat bat Mahlat or Nahemoth or something.

New Taylor swift song called fuck like a mountain rat

Dude frying my tendies at the raising cane's has the black nitrile gloves over the hairy forearms this is not good. Puppy's leaking. The situation in my Target boxer briefs is gonna go from Gushers to Go-Gurt real fast here. I'm so horny I deserve to have copper wire snaked through my teeth

If the backrooms post can get a movie then so can this

anyone else feel like a very maladjusted young alien girl child wearing the skin of a grown woman

starting July 4 we will be deploying high testosterone tier one operators in every american city with the express purpose of locating and eliminating through hyperlethal vectors the sick and demented Caine, and liberating pomni, ragatha, and others from his Appalling Digital Circus with operation American Decisive Combat

like are they engaging in the themes or are they drawing white guys kissing

trying to find a way to phrase this in a way that doesn't make me sound like an ass but i think some of the things yall claim are trans culture are actually just things you and your friends like that you've decided are universal for some reason

i need everyone to know that this post was inspired by seeing a transmasc claim that making fun of bad ukulele covers is transandrophobia because it's transmasc culture

Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.

i have literally never fallen in battle. only tripped gracefully with tasteful panty shot

sometimes i think about if i had never figured out im a girl and im forced to confront the fact that "I probably would have killed myself" feels like an infinitely kinder option than the alternative "i would have lived a long and full life like that without ever knowing". Like genuinely even the best and happiest moment she could experience is still an existentially terrifying fate worse than death and she doesn't even get the dignity of knowing how much pain she's in. And then i think about the scope of the world and like human history and how that's not so much a hypothetical as it is the norm and it makes me so mad i get nauseous