Hi I want to ride you until you’re worn down into a nub
ok miss pencil sharpener pussy
i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we’ll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son’s eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters’ old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya’s sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn’t be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
(via winterpunk)
Not to be a drooling socialist cuck, but if a full day’s labour can’t purchase three square meals, 24 hour’s worth of rent and utilities, a fraction of a month’s clothing budget, and a reasonable portion to be saved for when you can no longer comfortably work, what the fuck are we doing shit for
(via winterpunk)
gays help me out, also leave your answer + your orientation in the tags
(via decepticonsensual)
TREND ALERT: Corsets
With TSS coming up I thought it was the perfect excuse to make myself a new character so here’s Alvah! She’s a reborn tiefling grave cleric who strives to work against the natural order, trying to achieve eternity for all 👁️⚰️🤍
It’s been a while since I made myself a character and I’ve had my eye on grave cleric for some time now, plus don’t have many tieflings so this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a character that was both!
When Hozier said “How the mouth must be employed in every corner of itself” in a song (butchered Tongue) about the pain of losing culture through the specific imagery of loss of language after he said “The unemployment of the mouth” in Through Me (The Flood) in a verse about trying to measure loss