Every time I see someone say "badass uke" my lifespan decreases, istg... Also can we just talk about how y'all are literally creating individuals with the implication that they would fill a sexual role based solely upon what you think those people do or should look like..? Do we just... not see an issue there or?????????
I have a kink called touching grass, you should try it
not sure if I'll be able to make it to 18 (this shits exhausting)
I used to play trombone in my band class. It's pretty easy to be honest. I remember in my class only 3 kids played that instrument and it was me and 2 boys. Those 2 boys were friends and annoying as fuck with the trombone. They would like moan into them and point it towards your ear and blast it, it was quite funny cause i'd do it back to them. My ......
and I will continue to complain until the day a hot femme top takes me out on a date where she blasts ‘Jenny’ by Studio Killers on the radio as we go 90 on a 65 mph highway
Watching the cishets in the replies literally sitting here and trying to defend/justify their fetishization of mlm and wlw people is fucking wild... I don't even have to come in here with an entire essay calling shit out this time, y'all's bullshit speaks for itself.
MY BABY MOB OH MY GOD.
Nothing I always missed all the fights AND I WAS IN THE CAFETERIA WHEN ONE HAPPENED AND STILL MISSED IT
I’m not really embarrassed by this and wouldn’t exactly call it a kink or fetish- well I’m unsure if it would be one- but I get more turned on when girls (I’m a lesbian) wear “revealing” or “teasing” clothes than fully naked? I don’t exactly know what it’s called- could be a clothes fetish but I’m not into leather. And example......
y'know I would've considered helping and even reading that long ass paragraph if you didn't clickbait with the title
Ya like jazz? ;)
I'm going all out kaY? Okay. (▰˘◡˘▰) Here we go... idk why but my brain kinda hurts now so imma stahp here aight im resuming C: COSPLAY TIME damn it. ive reached my limit. so for the last pic, lets do some history lads...
Uke