I Like To Think That Sasha’s Blush (despite The Cartoon Aspect) Is Basically Feminist War Paint Or

GET 🗣️ HIM 🗣️ THE 🗣️ REDBULL 🗣️ SEAT 🗣️

Okuyasu Nigimura is a Himbo.

As for that grooming discourse. I mean. Ageless blogs are mostly minors stated as it is, and for leon? She keeps interacting with them no matter how hard we tried lol. I checked the ageless blogs she talks to and all of them are obviously minors, Like hell how are you gonna be a grown adult without knowing that lol? It made the situation even more worst when we figured she actually wrote for a literal CHILD with a NSFW themed fic.

How further do you have to go with these false accusations? A child predator over a fictional child that’s played for a fully grown fictional man and for interacting with ageless blogs without sole proof she’s merely ‘grooming’ these blank blogs by answering their asks? Sounds like you don’t even know how to mouth out anything right at all

Ya really like calling anyone a child predator for simply touching anything that bulbs the idea oh this is child material and a grown up is frothing in the mouth already seriously get a real job you people. Better yet, all you’ve accomplished here is making a loser out of yourselves without anything better to pathetically grind your stupid boredom on for attention. Don’t know what you win from getting all those death/rape threats and false accusations shoved in our faces when nobody paid you attention around this time:

Also bahaha using a spare blog on this sort of occasion? Niceu my friend, very niceu.

Let’s mouth about grooming. Grooming is where a person of age pursues a child through sexual nsfw talks or even by the friendliest bit—but instead you made one yourself where this “nsfw content providers interacting with ageless blogs are groomers because they pull out nsfw streaks and are basically copping these blank blogs through friendly asks” where’s your full case though, solid proofs, screenshots, nothing? Even by the slightest bit you’d point at her being a groomer calls nothing for serious fights.

You lil punheads just love to burden people with already enough on their plates. Get a real job to work your real lives outside the internet and take a brief moment to think about the consequences of throwing false accusations.

Btw when you ugly people gonna leave my blog because i literally did nothing wrong here but be an internet lawyer

Sis just won’t admit that it’s actually Pokémon fanfic

TMNT: Brother Moments PT. 3

Raph: *reading something off of Mikey's phone*

Raph: *suddenly reaches for the screen to scroll down*

Mikey, panicking: *screams and yanks his phone away*

Raph: *stares*

Mikey: *stares back*

Raph: Yo', why did you scream like that?

Mikey, bluffing: It's my "horror movie" scream. I'm... practicing.

Raph, doubtful: No, no... why, WHY did you scream like that? You hidin' somethin'?

Mikey, lying(?): porn.

•

Yessss, I’ve been waiting for this to come out and my god this is the best. While you turn this into a series? Will there ever be a part 3?

🐢💜 Donatello x Male!Reader

Enter: New Interest!

OwO what's this? The long over due part 2?

Part 1

Stalk·er

/ˈstôkər/

noun

1.a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.

2.a person who hunts game stealthily.

Donatello groaned as he dramatically dropped himself on his chair, slightly cringing as the sharp 'squeak' his chair made in protest.

He'll fix that that later. For now he was facing the toughest situation in his life yet.

It had been exactly 2 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 37 minutes since he had met April's love interest and frankly... it did not go the way he expected it.

Not only did the plan fail because of his hesitancy, but April is still going on and on about her highschool crush. It was highly infuriating and Donnie didn't like it.

And so he began with his investigation. He easily hacked into the student's information log and found his target. First came your student ID number, then your address, your parent's number and socials.

For a while, he convinced himself that he was only doing this to protect April. Gotta make sure you're a real person and not secretly a Kraang like Irma. He's doing the right thing in order to make sure his family and friends are safe! There's nothing wrong with that, right?

That was of course.... until he stumbled upon your Instagram---and my god you were just a different level of good looking.

Pictures upon pictures of you surrounded by lavish things and expensive clothing from Gucci to Chanel to Balenciaga---they all look good on you! And you were in places he never even imagined of going---Hawaii, Taiwan, New Zealand, Paris, you were everywhere!

Each photo was cleverly taken with expressions ranging from relaxed, to excited, to melancholy. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were modeling.

Great! Not only were you Mr. Good Looking Popular Boy, now you're a model too?!

That's just ridiculous!!!

Donatello, at that moment knew, God made you just to spite him!

'Hyat! Take this! The ultimate human!'

It was at the heat of the moment when his hands took control while his mind rages with the temperature of the sun. He printed out a photo of your face with that cute-ehem-asshole grin and duck taped it to a pillow.

He now understands how Rapahel feels when he's mad. Donnie just wants to pour out his frustrations and punch something! Anything!

But just as he was about to give the first blow to his (y/n)-punching bag, he stopped.

In fact, one look at your smiling face, all of his anger immediately dispersed.

You looked happy. Carefree and innocent, like a teddy bear that needs a hug.

Donnie's face starts to turn red "Ah!! Stop it, stop it!!" He slapped his cheeks to calm his nerves. He looked at his makeshift punching bag and turned it face down. He'll go back on that later.

The tall terrapin walked back to his computer. Maybe he just needs a different photo? Yeah, an ugly photo. Maybe one of those stolen pictures of you picking your nose or mid sneeze!

"Yeah just need to find an ugly photo of him!" He assured himself "I'm sure I can find one on no time!"

There weren't any.

Each image of you was framed to perfection. He had to bitterly admit that your photographer knew exactly what he was doing.

"Grrr!!!" This was not good. Not according to plan.

So far, you were clean. Too clean.

He bet he could find some sort of dirt on you in other social medias instead so he went off to hunt down your accounts. It didn't take long for him to hook your phone's GPS on his computer, letting him know wherever you are at any given moment.

"Doña Alicia's elementary school? Ooorrrr a secret Kraang base!!" He screamed at the monitor "You won't be getting away from me, you thief!!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen is how Donatello Hamato went from background checking, to obsessive stalking.

"Tsk." He didn't like that word. He prefers 'Gathering information for safety purposes'.

He wasn't directly harassing you nor was he hunting you. He's just being protective of his loved ones!

Which is totally different!

He sighed. Today wasn't going good. His time and thoughts were occupied with you so much so that he hadn't had time to think about anything new. He already finished doing repairs anyway, maybe he'll call it a day and get some rest?

The purple turtle stood and dragged himself towards his room, passing by his brothers on the couch.

Leo was the first to notice him "Need something Donnie?"

Donnie just shook his head "No. I'm thinking about going to sleep."

"Woah!" Mikey did a double take from his video game "Did I hear that right? Donnie? Sleep? That's like mixing water and milk!"

"Actually, its water and oil."

"Whatever!" Raph injected "You've been acting weird lately."

Donnie was offended "I am not!"

"Well.." Leo started "You have been distracted a lot during training. And you're always in your lab but we don't hear you making anything." He shrugged.

"Can't I work in silence? What if I put sound proof padding in my lab?"

"Did you?"

"....no.."

"Hey guys!" April popped up seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hey April!" Mikey waved, still busy with beating his own high score.

Donnie stood in full alert. April is here!!!

Donnie clearned his throat and approached the red haired beauty "H-Hi Apri-"

"Leo! I need your help!" The redhead zoomed past the genius brother and went straight to Leo. Donnie sulked.

"Sure, what can I help you with?" Leo stood from his position on the couch to face April who looked bashful and hesitant.

"Do you ah... think you can help me with Space Heroes?" She asked.

What?

Leo looked surprised but otherwise pleased that someone took interest in his favorite show "Of course! May I ask why and what part you want to know?"

"Everything!" April replied without a second thought "(Y/n) mentioned that he used to watch Space Heroes as a kid and I was wondering if you could help me know enough to get a conversation flowing?" Donatello growled. He didn't like that April was going out of her way just to have something in common with you.

"That (y/n) again? Sheesh girls are crazy." Raph grumbled.

"Please Leo?" She clasped both of her hands and did her best puppy dog eyes at Leo.

Donnie didn't bother hearing the rest of it.

He stomped his way into his room and slammed the door shut. He dropped on his bed, immediately making eye contact with (Y/n), the un-punched Punching Bag.

"This is your fault!" He picked up the pillow and started shaking it "You're ruining my life!!" Donnie shouted at the poor pillow. "You already had everything! Why do you need her too?!"

He glared at your stupidly handsome face "You're waayyy too perfect to even be realistic!" He ranted "You may not be a Kraang but that doesn't mean you're not secretly an alien, are you?!" He accused the pillow as if it was going to reply.

It didn't.

"Oh what am I doing? This is so stupid." Of course it wouldn't reply. Donnie plopped back into his bed, still holding the verbally attacked pillow.

"Donnie?"

Donatello screamed, accidentally throwing the pillow on Raph's feet.

It landed facing up.

Raph looked at the picture taped on the pillow. Then to Donnie. Then the pillow.  Then back to Donnie.

"I... I-I can explain!"

"So that's what happened?"

Donnie nodded. Raph was surprisingly understanding. For a second there, he expected his hot headed brother to run around the lair telling everyone about what he saw.

"Well I'm not really good at giving advice-"

"I know."

"-but I suggest you figure out this guy's personality in person. Anyone can fake their personality in social media and girls tend to get too knocked in on looks to notice anything bad about the guys they like." Raph said. "If he turns out to be a pretty boy with a bratty attitude you'll know to stay away." Raph leaned on the wall as he finishes.

"Wow..." Donnie was impressed. That didn't seem to bad "That's actually... a really good idea."

Raph smirked "Yeah, you're already stalking him so why not follow him around too?"

"I'm not a stalker."

"Yeah?! Tell that to him!" Raph gestured at the discarded (Y/n) punching pillow on the floor.

Donatello blinked. Walked up to pick up the pillow and looked at it straight in the eye.

"I am not a stalker." He glared at the pillow.

Raph facepalmed.

I feel as though goth is the only subculture that has been bastardized by the mainstream into being nearly unrecognizable from its origins. Like yes from within the subculture and among those who are more knowledgeable about all kinds of music after the 1950s we know what goth music entails and the aesthetic and fashion that formed around it, but among "normies" it feels as though they only recognise the watered-down, soulless and fetishized version of "goth" that exists only to sell shitty, edgy fast fashion and pop music that just so happens to be in minor key. Like imagine if someone declared Avril Lavigne to be the ultimate, most important hardcore punk musician, at best they'd get laughed at by anyone with any knowledge of punk, and yet when someone declares that Fallout boy or Lil Peep are goth musicians it's the person who tried to correct them who often winds up at best being ridiculed or ignored. It's like people want to partake in this subculture without making the minimum effort to actually know what it's all about. To them goth is just a costume that they can buy off dollskill and then discard and then after a while describe that as their goth phase in a bashful manner.

I really feel that this quartering of goth has a lot to do with the use of the term in order to sell an aesthetic to people who want to appear different from the mainstream without delving too deeply into what makes a subculture as such, which of course would imply rejecting the current societal standards based around appearance and behaviour. All modern music-based subcultures are to a certain degree anti-capitalist and anti-consumerist, including goth; the goth aesthetics often reject gender binaries as well as current fads, whereas the music (derived from punk) has (save the mainstream success of several bands in the 80s) rarely been fit for the mainstream for its overall sound and lyrics, which often means that goth musicians release their music independently.

Not to mention that this uptick in "goth" aesthetics among the general public has also come accompanied by an even greater fetishism of goths, especially women, by outsiders. The more I hear "I want a big tiddy goth gf who will let me abuse her under the guise of BDSM 🥺" the more stories I hear from goth/alt women and gnc people being harassed by people with no respect or boundaries, both in real life and on-line. This selling of goth aesthetic without any ties to the subculture also means that this image is being shown to the public in association with behaviours and beliefs that don't inherently have anything to do with goth, but that are associated with promiscous behaviour packaged to the male gaze.

Wouldn’t be surprised if these two fucked each other at the end.

Helluva Boss episode 5 was FIRE!

WARNING:

I am not a writer or poet or professional of anything. I just wrote this cause I felt like a disappointment and I accepted, also you can use it for an English homework or something but don’t forget to ask or say thank you to me I really don’t care to be honest.

Meh

Be happy to others cause it’s the right thing to do

Even if you’re a sore loser but hey it’s kinda true

You tried your best and that’s alright

Though no one cares but yeah that’s fine

So don’t express your sorrowing frown

You’ll be the doner that no one wants around

So smile little sadly and give them a cheer

For they have succeed so don’t interfere

Cause they might have finally had their first win

Now don’t be one of the people who crushed their serotonin

So don’t be a crash just move on fast

For no one will care so don’t you dare

Now held your head high and suck on does tears

Walked to the pier were no one would hear

Clarice casas

Same, I’m a maladaptive dreamer and I mostly read fanfics and rarely watch’s porn or read comix. I like to be in the scene but it felt unnatural for me to do it with a person. But it felt right to masterbate. I don’t usually get crushes because I don’t find anyone sexually attractive except if they are fictional characters. That’s why sometimes whenever someone asked me who was my crush I would just point out the most obvious physically attractive person in the room, acting all “sameee” cause I know that they won’t stop bugging on who I like. And it took a few months to understand if I’m straight, bi or ace. But then I saw aegosexual and i like you it felt like it fit instantly. But I kinda conti plated a bit. Now I understand that I’m aegosexual.

An actual aegosexual experience

I wanted to get this written down because I don’t think I’ve ever REALLY seen one.

I’m a female. My first “crush” was on a guy when I was 12. My last “crush” was on a guy when I was 16 who basically ruined me from ever crushing on guys again. I’ve found some guys attractive but in the last five years: nothing. I had a “crush or squish” on a girl in my creative writing class when I was 18 and still in high school. Her leather jacket did me in. She was genuine to me and I held her hand on the last day of school when everyone was leaving.

Since then 3 years of college and: nothing

Now, in the past few years I’ve come to realize I am maladaptive daydreamer. I can go for hours listening to music, in my own world, creating character plots that are endless. Many times, these characters find love and sex and I have created many a sex scene in my head.

I also have found an affinity for reading erotica. Weirdly enough, or maybe not after I figured out my asexuality, I was always seeking out mutual masturbation stories. I think for the exact reason of aegosexuality: I liked the idea of sex but have no desire to “do it” with another person. The idea of “getting off” with another person and not touching them seemed great.

So that kind of leaves me here. In the complicated place of still not really knowing what I want out of sex and romance for my life. At the moment, I consider myself, but am not out to anyone else, as a biromantic asexual. Because even that will be easier to explain than being aegosexual.

I would love to hear other people’s experiences as well and would be grateful for some reblogs to get this out there for people to see

sameeeee

I'm aroace and sex favorable, and I wish I knew other sex favorable aces to talk about sex with, but I don't know where to find them or how to even talk about it if I did find them