does anyone hve any sin recommendations i just fell from the garden of eden five seconds ago
Sodomy
Sodomy
Sodomy
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does anyone hve any sin recommendations i just fell from the garden of eden five seconds ago
Sodomy
Sodomy
Sodomy
Some gay men really put 0 hours of work into unlearning their hatred of women’s bodies and anatomy it’s embarrassing. Like i’m super fucking sorry that you’ve got a pussy ick thing going on but i got over it after like one conversation with a friend and you’re 29 years old publicizing your pussy ick on twitter dot com dot gov posting about how super fucking hard it is that trans men are also in gay bars and that’s Not Valid because ewwww they have vacheena which is the opposite of gay eeewwwwwww! And you have to let everybody know that you’re gay not because you like men but because you hate pussy so much it makes you transphobic. Like how can you even continue to serve cunt in such a state
What more is there to say. Transphobic gay men could never serve cunt cause they hate pussy too much
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image 2: screenshot of tags that say " #literally the gay man equivalent of str8 men who don't wash their ass because thats gay"
In what world is tall muscular man not conventionally attractive
We've all been down here too long. I truly think there's a chunk of tumblr's population that can no longer survive sunlight.
women will say “hear me out” and show u a photo of pyramid head and then tumblr users will go “this is a perfectly normal man and an ice cold take”
hey . are you using that boy for anything or can i borrow it
don't ask why. normal reason
Okay sounds good i trust you tumblr user boymounter
hey hold up whatt are u doing
People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter
[The artist, putting a simple cake next to a much fancier one: “Aw man, that guy’s cake is way better than mine.” The Audience, gleefully holding up a knife and fork “HOLY SHIT! TWO CAKES!”]
additions from the og artist (credit)
“Holy shit two cakes,” I mutter to myself as I do fucking anything these days, this post was a godsend
I took some really good photos of the total solar eclipse!
Taken 04/08/2024 from Indianapolis!
👿: no, her thighs don’t ‘get bigger’ when she sits down. it’s just the redistribution of volume. you learnt this shit when you were four years old
😇: her thighs literally grow in size when she sits down and it’s magical
Please, you gotta watch Eddie Williams' audition on Australia's Got Talent 2019 until the end!
The way she stood up and said "What!?" I felt that. We all felt that.
cast | Oliver on Instagram in response to the reactions to the bi Buck reveal
purses shaped like other objects>>>
if a vampire were to steady my throat by wrapping their hand around it and maneuvering it so that they can feed from my neck i don’t think they would get anything. On account of all of the blood immediately rushing down to my
LET’S GO LESBIANSSSSS
Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies, Episode 5
God, I remember when I started sixth form (last two years of high school in the UK, seen as a more university style learning environment) and the teachers kept complaining about how quiet we were during lessons.
We wouldn’t talk. They’d tell us to do something and we’d just sit there quietly and do it, until eventually they just said “hey, guys, it’s okay to chat while you work!” and then everybody would start talking.
One teacher described it as creepy.
And I just remember thinking, what the fuck did they expect to happen? We’d all been taught from the age of four or five onwards that talking in class was bad. That if we did it, we’d be told off, or punished, or in some instances maybe the entire class would be punished along with us, just to make sure we really got the idea. It was a whole thing.
But now, because we were sixth-formers and therefore ‘grown ups’, we were suddenly expected to flip a switch and be able to talk as much as we liked? The whole reason we were in sixth-form was because we had worked hard, done well at school, and generally followed the rules— but still the teachers couldn’t understand why we didn’t just talk to each other.
Now I’m at uni, and seminar tutors are having a similar problem. People will talk in seminars, but a lot of them will insist on raising their hands and waiting to be called upon first. “Don’t put your hands up, just shout at me!” the guy keeps saying. But they keep doing it anyway.
Like, I really don’t know how to tell these people that you can’t train somebody to act in one way for over half their lives, and then suddenly expect them to start acting differently just because the expectations have changed.
The magic of a scorching summer evening
sorry op this image mesmerized me and i had to paint it . i love these guys