Mayukicrystalqueen - MayukiCrystalQueen

Had a guy on a dating app say I clearly wasn’t female because I had a unibrow in a picture and thus must have been born with a dick between my legs. Like, hate to break it to you buddy, but never had one of those attached to my body at any point in time.

It’s wild to me to see transvestigator conspiracy theories online that could be so easily explained by natural human variation. That woman has a deep voice? Yeah, sometimes they do. A woman has broad shoulders?? Maybe she plays rugby or hits the gym a fuckton. There’s a “bulge” in her tight pants?? Maybe her vulva is just fat. All the “markers” of trans woman that transvestigators use to harass any woman aren’t even things unique to trans women.

Bring him back! Bring him back! Bring him back! And let him keep his memories too! Maybe not the being exploded one, but his memories of Pomni at least!

BRING MY BOY BACK HE DID NOTHING WRONG!!!!!

It was time to get spoopy back in July people! Hell yes it’s time!

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

Just write the thing. for 5 minutes. If there's more than 5 minutes of work, great. If not, you had the 5 minutes

WIP of painting my shoes for my Disney trip.

Snippet of a Luke Skywalker x Reader story I’m writing

You were waiting for your most recent batch of soap to enter first trace when you heard the basement door open and realized Luke must be home. Sure enough footsteps sounded down the stairs and a few moments later one arm was wrapped around your waist while a hand snaked around to grip your breasts.

“Hello Angel.” Luke purred from behind.

“Luke,” you warned. “What’s my one rule for the workshop?”

“I’m not doing anything inappropriate.” Luke laughed. “Yet. I know better than to make you screw up your job.”

“Hand me a soap mold.” You say, shaking your head. “It’s entered first trace.”

Luke handed you a soap mold and you poured the mixture into it.

“So, might I ask why you’re making Christmas soaps now when they take four weeks to cure?” Luke asked.

“They’re for my Christmas in July sale.” You say, setting the soap mold on a shelf so it can cure.

“So that’s why our house smells like Christmas incarnate.” Luke chuckled, before spinning you around to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you in close. Luke took the opportunity to snake his tongue into your mouth and hoist you onto the counter.

“Not in the workshop.” You gasped out when you broke apart for air.

Luke picked you up and you let out a yelp and you wrapped your legs and arms around him.

“Guess I need to take you upstairs then.” Luke grinned.

“What happened to no attachments?” You asked, nuzzling his neck.

“I’m not a Jedi. Not here, and honestly I don’t know if I’ll go back to being one.” Luke admitted. “I don’t think I could be the one to walk away.”

“We agreed that this was just temporary until your eight years here are over.” You said, furrowing your brows.

Honestly you didn’t want the time to end either, but when Luke had crashed here he’d basically been given an ultimatum. Stay for eight years as a normal civilian or be a test subject to see if they could replicate the abilities of the force in earthlings. It was an empty ultimatum if you’d ever heard one, but Luke hadn’t known that Earth didn’t even have what his galaxy considered basic robotics, let alone anything that could actually do any damage to him or his ability to the force until about a week into living here.

“Hey, don’t go there.” Luke said, “Don’t think about when the time frame is up, okay? We can talk about it more later, after the holidays. Right now I just want you.”

“Then take me to our room and have me.” You purred.

You and Luke laid in a tangle of limbs on the bed, the blankets up to your shoulders, though only draping over Luke’s waist. You hummed as you idly traced the lightning scars across his torso, meanwhile Luke was panting and wiping away tears from being overstimulated.

“Aww,” you cooed, “is my poor baby boy overwhelmed.”

“‘M fine.” Luke huffed out. “Can’t believe I said I wanted to have you and you had me instead though.”

You snorted before pressing a kiss to his lips. As you pulled away you whispered “poor baby, you think that was having you? No, we’ve still got plenty of time before we get to everything I want to do to you.”

You glance around the room.

“You didn’t break anything this time. Good job.” You tease.

“That was only the first time and you know it.” Luke pouted.

“Still can’t believe you were a virgin when I met you.” You laughed. “You know half this planet thinks you were a fuck boy right?”

“Half the planet or half the people who ship me with the Mandalorian?” Luke quipped.

“At least half the people I hang out with.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him again.

Nyx, your fluffy, all black cat, chose that moment to jump onto the bed and curl up between the two of you.

“Speaking of half the people I know, we still have to prepare everything for our Christmas party.” You reminded him.

“Okay, well if Harper Anne calls me a gay icon one more time, not realizing she’s talking about me, I’m using the force in front of her and straight up telling her I’m not gay.” Luke grumbled.

“You are bi though.” You said, shuffling closer to bury your face in his neck.

“S’not the point.” Luke huffed. He sighed before rolling to face you with a smile. “I’ve got some good news though. I managed to convince the pricks to let me invite my family to come celebrate the holidays with us.”

“Oh god do they have to stay here eight years too?” You groaned.

“Nope.” Luke said, popping the p, “They’re free to stay for two weeks after that they have to leave or it will be treated as an act of invasion. I already told Leia as much. She’s excited to see me in person again.”

“Are they coming to our party?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“Of course, I even told them about your white elephant gift exchange, and your ridiculous but practical rule.” Luke explained. “I did tell them to feel free to go crazy with how much they wanted to spend though, I am not sorry for being too tired after work to bother calculating the exchange rate between New Republic credits and your currency.”

You just smiled and kissed him.

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Her Handmaiden Battle Outfit

Who’s going to watch The Phantom Menace in theatres!! I am very excited for this.

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