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Burn in hell you stupid monarch

reminder that if you ever meet a sweet, morally good, chivalrous knight: it's your most sincere obligation to corrupt them. "but my vows," this, "this is against the rules," that. if you haven't completely fucked up their entire code of conduct and destroyed all ability to discern right from wrong without you being the one to tell them by the time you're done with them, then you need to up your game. inside that pretty, rule-following chained dog of a knight is someone yearning to be set free of their self-imposed shackles, and it's your duty to help them get there.

What they don't want you to know about gay sex is that you don't even have to stick anything in a hole. You can have gay sex just grinding on each other's thighs while you give your partner hickies.

This applies to t4t, too.

I feel the need to collect stuff like this. If anybody has more I'd really appreciate it. Kyriarchy can feel like an inescapable weight at times, but it's important to remember that most people only continue this way because they believe it has to be. Our struggle is not pointless, and our hope is not foolish. Stay safe out there comrades, let's make tomorrow a better place.

I've survived my first day on Tumblr

Achievements:

Don't shoot! I'm friendly!: Prove you're not a bot

AI dismemberment: Disable algorithm settings

Friends?: Gained a mutual

I recognize you: Follow someone you know from r/Tumblr

MY EYES!: Change the site palette

Great Idea: Reblog a post

They love me: Have a post reblogged

GOOD GIRL?!? GOOD GIRL?!?! what are you trying to do, make my day, huh? make me feel valued and respected? make me blush and smile like like an absolute fool, huhl?!? well it worked

my entire dash rn:

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oh to have a drunk woman utterly defiling my body with her hands with no regard to the fact that we’re in public and just shushing me when i suggest that we go somewhere more private. oh to smell the thick heady liquor on her breath as she licks my ears and pins me against a wall, unceremoniously shoving her hand down my skirt