“sync Your Contacts” I’d Rather Be Waterboarded To Death Actually Tysm Tho

Does the fact that neurotypicals exist weird anybody else out? Like, there are thousands of disorders out there and you don’t even have one of them???????

This won’t make your blog look ugly. How could you not reblog this? REBLOGGING THIS COULD SAVE A LIFE!!!

List of smut prompts

“So how do you want me to fuck you?”

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.”

A softly spoken, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.” 

“Let me take care of you, yeah? I’ll do the work.”

“Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

“My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” 

“Can I— can I please touch myself?”

“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.” 

“I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.”

“You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.”

“Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.” 

A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips. 

“Mine. All mine.”

“You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.”

“I love getting to know you like this.” 

“You. Me. Bed. Clothes off. Now.” 

“Is this okay?” 

“How much do you want this?”

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” 

“Shh, just a little more…” 

“You’re taking me so well, baby.”

“Say please.” 

“I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words. 

“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.” 

“Wanna hear you beg for it, yeah?”  

“Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.”

“P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.” 

“Need/want you in me.”

“Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.”

“Not so fast, bun.” 

“So… You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that in action.”  

“Want your fingers in me.” 

“Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?” 

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Tell me how you like/want/need it.” 

“I wanna taste you on my lips again.”

It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine. 

“Rough or gentle?” 

“Fuck, look at you right now…”

“You’re really messing with my head here.”

“Fuck, just touch me already! Just— just do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.”

“Wanna feel you against me.”

“Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.”

“Clothes on or clothes off?” 

“All yours. Only yours.”

“How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” 

“Fuck, I need/want you so bad.”

“I want you to say my name like that again.” 

“Aren’t you desperate?” 

“Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?” 

“Patience, love. We’re getting there.” 

“Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

“Be good for me.” 

“You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” 

“You like that, don’t you?” 

“Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?”

“Imagine how amazing you’d sound when I’m fucking you senseless.” 

“I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.” 

“I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.” 

“You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.” 

“You’ve got me all hot and bothered.”

“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.” 

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?” 

“Please let me come.” 

“I-I promise I’ll be good.” 

“How are you feeling?” 

“God, you feel so good around me.” 

“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”

“You good?”

“Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?”

“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.” 

“You wanna take control?”

“Let me ride you.”

“Behave.” 

“F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.” 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.” 

“Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…”

“Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?” 

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?”

“Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?” 

“Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.” 

A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” 

“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” 

“How do you want me to touch you?” 

“Let me show you how much I mean what I say.”

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.” 

Whispered praises against the other’s lips, which are met with soft whimpers and moans. 

“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?” 

“Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?” 

In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.” 

“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.” 

“Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” 

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” 

“Lift your hips up for me.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.”

“Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.” 

“Stop glaring at me like you don’t enjoy me teasing you.”

“I want to be the one fucking you this time.” 

“Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.”

“I think you’d look even better under me.” 

“And I think you’d look fucking hot when you’re on top of me.” 

“Want you to ruin me.” 

“Do whatever you want with me.” 

“Just sit on my fucking face already.” 

“Who gave you permission to touch yourself?”

“What did I just say?”

“You feel so fucking good in me.” 

“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.” 

“Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”

“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.” 

“S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

“Let me make you feel good this time?” 

“You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.” 

“I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.” 

“Let’s take it back to my place.”

“Are we— are we really going to do this here?”

“Turn around.” 

“You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.” 

“Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.” 

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” 

“I wanna eat you out so fucking bad.” “Then why don’t you?”

“Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.” 

Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release through tears and soft whimpers, because they’ve been edged for way too long. 

“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.” 

“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

“No one does it like you.”

“Christ, I wanna fuck you so bad.” “You’ll get to do that once we get home.” 

“I want you in the most sinful ways possible.” 

“Need a hand?” 

“Aww, how eager can you get?” 

“I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.” 

“Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?” 

“You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.”

“B-But what about you?” “We can worry about me later. It’s all about you right now.”

“Shit, I’m so fucking hooked on you it’s not even funny.”

“You’d sound so good begging for it.”

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” 

“Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.”

“I don’t care, I just need these clothes off so I can fully feel you against me.” 

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.” 

Do you ever just... take the time to appreciate the little imperfections of your body?

Those imperfections you were taught to hate, that you had to teach yourself to love.

The lightning bolt stretchmarks, the cellulite.

The way you smile, and the way it makes you look when you do.

The freckles that no one ever wished to have.

The imperfect teeth fixed by years of braces, and yet, they'll never be completely perfect.

The pouch of your stomach.

Skin showing in places you were taught was sexual- your stomach in crop tops or small shirts, your thighs in shorts or bathing suits, your chest in anything that doesn't COMPLETELY cover it.

The hair on your arms, your legs, your armpits. The hair you were taught you can't have, that was gross to have.

Learn to love your body, learn to love the person within it.

You are the only one who REALLY notices the smallest of imperfections on yourself because you are your worst critic. So, become the person who worships those parts of you because only YOU know how much it means to have those specific imperfections loved.

Love yourself because the love you have for yourself is the most important love you can have.

(This may or may not be a little offering to Aphrodite. But it's also something i know people need to hear.)

(Had to write this even though it's nearly 3:30 am. My brain wouldn't shut up 🤷‍♀️)

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What am I supposed to do without Ao3. Right in the middle of a fic I'm actually gonna cry rn

au where the marauders (& co) get summer jobs at haven and it’s chaos.

James : I’m quick at math. Sirius: Ok, what’s 38 times 76? James : 24. Sirius: That wasn’t even close. James : But it was quick.

Every now and then I'm reminded Real People with Actual Jobs use tumblr and I've always been legitimately curious what all you weird adults are up to when you're not on this site and with tumblr's New Poll Feature I can finally get an answer! (or the closest approximation of an answer possible with only 10 available options h a)

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no, dear transphobes. I do not want your cis kids to be trans and go though surgeries when they're only 10. I want our trans kids, to become trans adults. I want them to have a better, safer future. I don't want to hear about another suicide by a trans minor, because they were so severely bullied and couldn't take it anymore. I don't want to hear about another trans teenager being murdered, just because they exist. if you can't understand such simple thing as this, there is something really wrong with you.