Reminder That I Won’t Be Responsible For My Actions When MJF Returns.

my beautiful princess

biggest pet peeve ever is when people assume they can “always tell” when someone is trans. the human race is SO diverse. some amabs have ridiculously soft girly hands, some afabs have broad shoulders and narrow hips, some amabs have patchy beards and long beautiful hair and higher voices, some afabs have more facial hair than others. you. can. not. always. tell. if someone is trans. and you shouldn’t assume. unless you’re planning on having sex with someone it’s actually none of your fucking business. me personally i’ve never been bothered by it myself but it can feel really horrible to others. not all amabs look like big burly men and not all afabs are tiny and delicate and curvy. in this essay i will

the barbie girls <3

blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me

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Max recalled the events somehow just a little over two hours ago, of finally winning back his title from Wardlow, who had turned on the Undisputed Kingdom when Adam's ankle had finally healed enough for him to return and he had confidently asked for 'his' title. Max scoffed to himself at the thought, wondering how Adam could have been stupid enough to truly believe that Wardlow would actually just hand over the glorious Triple B like it was a football. It was dumb, uncharacteristically dumb for him, as Max had learned. And he had indeed learned it the hard way.

The betrayal at World's End was only a few months ago and yet the wounds were, as much as it pained him to admit it, still raw. Max hadn't trusted anyone since then, no. He had come back from his injury, his shoulder healing seemingly fuelled by the pure sting of betrayal, and he reclaimed his name. Slowly, slowly, but surely. His hair was shorter again, the sides buzzed; he was a man of dress shirts once more, having taken fabric scissors to those Better Than You Bay Bay and Double Clothesline t-shirts a long time ago. He donned his trusty scarf, having burned his favourite clone because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Adam's scent off it. He was, once again, in all purposes but physically, the Devil. Who needs a mask to show it? In all truth he was technically a babyface, but would he still hold those intrinsic values Adam had edged into him? Hell no. In this company you couldn't trust anyone, and Max hated himself every day for many months for not maintaining that strong view despite Adam. Adam's manipulation, his fucking game. No. Max worked best on his own. He was a true champ, and no one would ever take that away from him again.

a little snippet of a fic im working on because worlds end stuck a knife in my heart that i haven’t been able to pull out yet.

TheVoidVoyager on ao3

BTE 348 “Forbidden Door 2023”

oh boy.

nsfw//

“Suck me off.”

And Max just looks so pathetic. He uses his wrist to try to wipe his eyes red, blotchy, teary, and fixes them on my dick, blinking wet eyelashes. I hear him sniffle.

“What’s wrong, Maxie? You don’t wanna suck me off anymore? You used to leap at the chance.”

He lets out a sob and screws his eyes shut, turning his head to face the floor.

I gently run my fingers through his hair and I definitely don’t miss the keening sound that comes from his throat. He misses my touches.

currently reading abt a runic inscription on a memorial stone raised by a viking woman in memory of her two husbands and all i can say is SLAY

the last sentence on the stone is a curse on anyone who might dare to move the stone by the way

yall i just found out my fave teacher's two kids have both my names.

YOU DREW HIM SOOOO BABYGIRL

wsg

late night art post cuz I couldn’t sleep

I’m gonna post drawings of Solo and Jimmy later if I get them finished 😔