There's wholesome ships and there's toxic ships, but I'd like to coin 'sodium chloride ships', where the individuals involved are both horrible and dangerous people, but somehow being together renders them surprisingly well-adjusted (if a little salty).
every time i see porn where its like, very clearly attempting to appeal to the gamer aesthetic or whatever, its so funny to me bc its always some pristine stick-thin model with a switch controller vaguely in frame or something while she shakes her barely extant ass and its like . you have no idea what the appeal is here.
when i say i want to fuck nerds i'm talking about unkempt neets who want to infodump to me about kingdom hearts lore while they're fully hilted in my mouth. im talking about barely clothed tgirls cemented to their gamer chairs from tryhard sweat bc shes spent the past 4 hours trying to get to heaven in strive, my face buried between her fat fucking thighs and feeling her cock twitch against my face when she hits a heavenly potemkin buster . what was i talking about
Demolition
I played a fuck ton of CoC in my teens and I'm trying to find out what kinds of similar games are out there, and these normie-ass listicles that pop up when you Google "games like CoC" are killing me
second game in the kids menu
Being autistic and also a Hyperpop/breakcore/ect enjoyer is really funny bc the sounds of being outside in the real world are often so tiring to me but if I wanna unwind and have a good time I will listen to the the most unnatural noises conjured up by evil computers and specifically designed to make your head explode. awesome
i wish every engineer a “try going around your building in a wheelchair”
this isn't exactly a new sentiment on here but i can't really deny my desire for the exclusive and permanent company of transfems. every night i spend in bed without 1-3 tgirls in my arms is melancholy; by contrast, every night that i do is so surpassingly warm and comforting that i can feel my life's priorities shifting each time they nuzzle up into me. my mannerisms change around them; i unmask, laugh louder, kiss better, sleep more soundly. when work gets hard i think about the look on a girl's face after she eats a meal i've made her, the sound of her breathing as we lie together watching tv, the feel of her soft hands on my naked body. i'm so lucky to be one of these people, to know them, to love them; if all i do with the rest of my life is bring a little relief to a few of my sisters it will have been a life well spent
people arent even trying to learn how to pirate anymore its always “where can i watch this what service is it on” never “tokyo mew mew full episodes free online no virus”
thing that somehow more than one queer person has said to me: yeah theres exactly 12 types of people because theres like 12 star-based time periods people can be born in. and youre the bitch type
The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.