Latest Posts by swiftsdifferent - Page 7
Stop letting your heart and your pussy choose your men.
literally this bye like so what if its a phase???
“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.
nah im just stuck on the fact that they called ISOPODS cringe 😭
i love how whenever something gets popular the underground tormented avant garde bloggers start becoming self conscious of liking it/finding it funny, and it eventually evolves into aggression towards it. doesnt matter what it is. unrelated but i saw someone call isopods cringe today
please get off my blog if you disagree with any of these btw. Also important to note: bi people are not straight people queerbaiting or gay people in denial. THEY'RE BI. they like multiple genders. how is that so hard to understand
Okay, time for some house cleaning. If you disagree with any of these then get off my blog
Trans women are women
Trans men are men
Nonbinary people are nonbinary
Bisexuals, pansexuals, and omnisexuals are valid
Arospec and acespec people are valid
Trans women deserve to be included in women spaces
Trans lesbians deserve to be included in lesbian spaces
Trans men deserve to be included in men’s spaces
Gay trans men deserve to be included in gay spaces
Black lgbtq+ people deserve to be included in our community
Indigenous lgbtq+ people deserve to be included in our community
LGBTQ+ people of all races deserve to be included in our community
You’re never too old to transition or discover your sexuality
Respect is not given but earned
Polyamorous relationships are valid
Monogamous relationships are valid
And lastly, but sure not leastly,
IT IS NEVER OKAY TO DISCRIMINATE AGAINST SOMEONE FOR THINGS OUT OF THEIR CONTROL. RACE, SEXUALITY, GENDER IDENTITY, AGE, DISABILITY, ETC. AND THIS DOES INCLUDE DISCRIMINATION AGAINST PEOPLE SEEN AS THE STANDARDS
I pray this won’t lose me too many followers. Not because I care about followers but because I hope not many people disagree with this
no because the way republicans think some girls transition just to assault other girls in the bathrooms is fucking ridiculous considering the fact that a literal rapist won the presidency over a woman lmao. someone whos actually a predator wouldnt even need to "pretend to be a girl" to assault other women
do conservatives genuinely think that like. when i was 12 years old i decided to sacrifice my relationship with my family and my teenage years and my everyday joy just so i could eventually piss in the girls bathroom.
how fucking delusional are you. how can you think that any human being would put themselves through all this suffering and pain and loss just to like mock women or something. theres no fucking long con its not a bit im not fucking pretending. im not a man.
are you seriously going to hate me so fucking much that you would overthrow shit like human rights and your own economic comfort just to make sure that i cant be happy as myself. does my friend losing at sports but getting to be happy playing bother you so much that the past two months or whatever are worth it.
literally all this is just so i can be happy. im a fucking woman and nothing you can ever do will change that. its so fucking pathetic that my joy is everyones enemy for some reason. it doesnt have to be this way yall. it really doesnt. stop it
if you told young me that she would grow up in a world that didnt get more tolerant ever and hated her this fucking much she would have killed herself immediately. let kids be happy. give them hope. but also fucking
please just let me be happy for one minute of my life as a woman
and yes i will confirm we do put on fake british accents for fun
I think American accents are cute I love hearing American cuties talking yes bitch show me how rhotic your rs are
Billie rides reader’s strap while Billie is recording adlibs for her freaky songs (oxytocin, Billie bossa nova, and lunch). Some make it on to the songs while some remain for their ears only
Lunch
thank you for the requesttttt :P i hope you like it - it’s not the best but hey ho.
warnings: billies fem!reader, fluff, smut, strap riding, spitting, slight exhibitionism
a/n: ok gang. we just gotta go with it cuz if someone did this to me i’d sue the living daylights out of them. no joke.
~~~~~
waking up from an afternoon nap, you stretch and yawn - your limbs splayed out across the bed. you notice that billie’s body is no longer lying next to yours so you walk over to the bathroom and do your business before deciding to go and look for her.
your feet slowly pad down the stairs, your (billie’s) pajama shirt still draped from your shoulders. you fiddle with the hem lying across your thighs as you search the house for your girlfriend.
looking through all the ususal spots, you don’t find her - she must be in her studio.
you tiptoe to the door, carefully twisting the doorknob and peering your head through the crack in the door. in front of you, facing the wall adorned with screens, you find billie messing around on the computer.
she has her headphones on and the microphone in front of her so you quietly approach her, hoping not to disturb the take she’s on. placing your hand gently on her shoulder, billie places her hand over yours - wordlessly telling you, i see you.
you patiently wait, stood behind her and watching her work her magic. after a minute or so of billie singing some adlibs she triumphantly hits the space bar on her keyboard - signifying to you that she’s not recording anymore.
at that, you lean down, your arms wrapping around her shoulders as you remove her headphones from one ear.
“i missed you when i woke up, bil” you say.
“sorry baby, i couldn’t sleep” she mumbles, her head resting on yours.
“can i sit with you?” you ask her, pulling her chair out to meet her eyes.
billie says nothing, but double taps her lap telling you to sit. you recieve the offer, sitting sideways on her thighs.
“you can get comfier than that” billie tells you, her hands gripping your hips and lifting them to be straddling hers.
you sit there like a koala in her arms as she lightly strokes your back with her nails - leaving chills up and down your spine.
every touch of hers is awakening a desire in you that was not there moments before. figuring that this isn’t the time, you fidget in her lap and pull her hand from your back.
“what’s wrong?” billie questions.
“nothing, just… stop touching me like that” you mumble into her shoulder.
confused, billie pulls you away from your hiding spot and makes eye contact with you.
“why, mama? what’s wrong?” she reiterates, a caring tone in her voice
you can’t help but blush under her affectionate stare. so you cover your face with both hands, trying to rid yourself of the embarassment.
“tell me” she coaxes.
“it’s making me…” you pause, peering through your fingers covering your eyes, “it’s making me horny” you try again.
“oh, is that so?”, you nod, “and that means i have to stop because?…” billie questions, a new flirty edge is evident in her voice.
“‘cause your busy” you reply, wiping your eyes of any remaining sleep.
“i can multitask” billie quips, a new, mischevious smirk on her face. her hands return to your waist, tucked underneath your shirt. she lightly strokes your sides, tickling not quite but just enough.
her hands inch lower, to your thighs, as she leaves a kiss on your forehead. hands caressing your soft skin, you let out a low whimper beneath your breath - the sound escaping before you can stop it.
billie’s grip becomes firmer, her nails slightly digging into the supple skin at the top of your thighs. billie’s head dips to leave an open-mouthed, wet kiss on your collarbone.
“bil...” you mumble.
“huh, baby?”
“don’t start something you can’t finish” you whisper, eager not to get all worked up if she’s going to ignore you when it’s time to work.
billie says nothing in reply, but takes your hand from her shoulder and guides it to lay over her core. you find the bulge of the strap poking through the zip of her jeans.
you let out a soft chuckle, of course billie knew that you’d be horny when you woke up. you always are after a nap.
“you knew?” you ask, your cheeks flushing red.
“i know you” billie laughs with sarcasm.
unintentionally, your hips begin to grind on billie - need taking over your body. “i need you, bil.”
at that, billie unzips her pants and lowers her boxers, allowing the strap to protrude from her hips. your hands stroke the length from top to bottom.
billie’s left hand travels towards your core, coaxing you over your panties. her head cranes forward, her lips landing next to your ear.
“i have an idea.” billie whispers. you nod for her to go on.
“can i record your pretty little noises, mama?”
you pulll your head away from billie, searching for her eyes. slightly unsure if she’s being serious or not, you ask her, “for real?”
billie wordlessly nods, a smile creeping on her face. at the sight of her excitement, you begin flush, your head nodding before you can think twice.
billie’s smile widens at your agreemement as she continues to caress your core. her hands tug at your panties, pulling from one side to the other. her two middle fingers dip low in your center, collecting the wetness pooling out of you.
“your so wet baby. you like that idea, huh?” billie teases you.
you simply whine in response, your hips grinding on billie’s hand - searching for any contact possible.
“i gotchu, baby. be patient” billie coos at your desperation. you feel her free hand leave your hip, and hear her press the space bar - the noise reverbirating in your mind. the realization hits you that any sounds you make will be permenant - etched into the file.
silently, you bring your hand up to your face and spit onto your middle fingers. you take your soaked hand and begin to stroke the length of the strap again. as you commit your dirty actions, your sustain eye contact with billie the whole time. the breath catches in her throat as she lets out a slight gasp watching you.
with a new fiery passion, billie pulls your underwear further to the side, the hem ripping slightly from her vigour. the sound of the thread snapping is picked up on the mic - billie watches the soundwaves emerge on the screen in front of her.
she takes your hips in her hands and raises them to hover over the strap. your legs are jittering in anticipation as you hover over billie.
“please” you whimper, tired of waiting for her to enter you.
satisfied, billie uses her grip to coax your hips down - your pussy begins to swallow every inch of the strap as you descend. you let out a high pitched moan as you bottom out on the strap, the tip of it hitting your cervix.
you stay still for just a moment, adjusting to the stretch. billie fiddles with your hair as you relax on top of her - her hands soothing you of any pain.
“you got it, mama” billie encourages you. so you begin to grind your hips forwards and back, your clit rubbing on the base of the strap.
soon, the pleasure is overwhelming your mind and you let out a low moan, your pussy relaxing with you. your grip tightens on billie’s shoulders as you search for stability in your motions.
billie leans forward, hugging her arms around your waist as you ride her. her arms cuddle you into submission and your hips begin to move feverishly on top of billie. “unh- fuck” you lightly yell as your head drops into billie’s shoulder.
“your doing so good, pretty girl. i can feel your pussy clenching around me. keep going” billie says, her hands tickling up and down your spine as they were earlier.
her motions send chills through your body, the sensation bleeding down each of your legs - collecting at your core.
with each movement you grow more tired, closer that ever to reaching your peak. noticing your wavering limbs, billie takes hold of your ass and uses her grip to slam you up and down her strap.
with each thrust, you pant in a rhythm. breathing in when she lifts you, panting out when she pushes you down.
“i need to cum, please” you beg her, the coil in in your tummy threatening to snap any second. billie reaches her tattoed hand down between your legs and rubs your clit in tight circles. this throws you over the edge.
you moan out, pleading with her, “please baby, i can’t- fuck! - i can’t hold on any longer.”
“go ahead baby, cum all over me” billie permits you. her words cause a surge of wetness to drip out of you, coating the strap and pooling at the base.
“unh, fuck! so good!” you whimper as you cum. your hands leaving scratches underneath billie’s shirt on her shoulder blades.
as you come down from your high, your limbs turn to jelly and your breath goes ragged - fanning on billie’s neck.
“such a good girl” billie coos at you, her free hand reaching over and hitting the space bar for a final time - cementing your noises in her computer.
*** skip to the release of hmhas ***
tonight is billie’s album release party in new york. you came with her so that you can experience the album together for the first time - you sat in the stands as billie runs around in the pit. billie’s been teasing you for months, not playing any of the songs for you until their release.
flooding the arena, the first song, skinny, plays through the foggy room. your eyes well up as you listen, taking mental guesses at when she wrote the song - going through your rolodex of memories together.
next, lunch begins to play. billie told you earlier today to listen carefully to the second song on the album so you do exactly that.
your cheeks flush as you process the words in ‘lunch’. you feel like everyone must be looking at you as they hear the lyrics - assuming, no, knowing - they’re about you. just about managing to keep your dignity intact, you make it through most of the song. but as the outro plays, you suddenly want the ground to swallow you whole. you recognize the panting making the beat. that’s you. from that one evening months ago.
your hands abashedly cover your face, your eyes peeking through your fingers.
“oh god” you sigh, wholy embarrassed by the sound of you cumming being blasted to 20k people around you. and even more people at home around the world.
you proceed to listen to the rest of the album and head backstage once it’s over. walking through the grand empty halls, you search for billie’s green room.
after five minutes of searching, you stumble upon it. with a playful anger coursing through your veins, you burst through the door yelling, “billie!”
billie looks like a deer in headlights, shocked at your sudden entrance. “… yes?” she replies.
“you bitch! i can’t believe you did that!” you yell, walking over to her and slapping her shoulder.
she just cackles that cackle of hers and throws her head back - finally catching on to the cause of your annoyance. she opens her arms despite your attitude and asks, “you liked the album then?”
you fold, falling into her embrace and mumbling “i can’t believe you did that. that’s so embarrassing” through a laugh.
she giggles with you, her arms stroking your back like they did that once many months ago.
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YESSS HELLO WELCOME 🍏 ANON!!
THISSS like hello not all autistic people are the same, not all autistic people despise being touched 🤷♀️ i fear thats common sense. my love language is physical touch btw 🤭
Shout-out to the autistics who crave hugs. Shout-out to the autistics whose love language is touch.
And shout-out to the autistics who were denied a timely diagnosis because a misinformed professional thought you were "too affectionate" to be autistic.
You aren't any less autistic because of how you show affection. And you aren't nearly as rare as pop culture and outdated research would imply.
i feel like this playlist is filled with billie eilish songs. like i just KNOW thats the one part of their music taste they have in common
wenclair headcanons:
Wednesday very reluctantly plays video games with enid it's usually a horror but Wednesday's guilty pleasure is playing stardew valley
Wednesday longboards and Enid rollerblades
Wednesday is forced to do skincare with Enid every weekend
the first time Enid came over to Wednesday's house she was forced to spar Gomez when he heard she is on the fencing team (she won)
when Enid is bored she'll draw on Wednesday usually little doodles around her freckles and scars
Enid calls Wednesday by greek pet names το φεγγάρι μου (my moon) and αγαπητέ μου (my dear while Wednesday uses Italian and Spanish pet names il mio sole (my sun) and querida (darling)
Wednesday has a stiff neck from constantly looking at her typewriter, and Enid will help by massaging her neck when it gets too bad
Enid's favorite thing to do with Wednesday is dancing on their balcony they even get a Playlist mixed with songs both of them love to dance to together it's when she sees Wednesday smile the most
LITERALLY LMAO its always the middle of the night where im so awake and im like "omg i can do EVERYTHING at once" and I do...but during the day im like "brush teeth too hard :( wanna sleep" even if ive slept 10 hours 💀
ADHD at night: I could write a book. I could get my Master’s Degree. I could go to the club and come home with 12 new friends. I could get a job at that club and meet the mother of my children. I could cure every disease and use my wealth to bring world peace.
ADHD during the day: Fold laundry too hard :( Come back next week
THEIR FINGERS BRUSHED OH MY GOD THEIR FINGERS FUCKING BRUSHED I CANT DO THIS
we got our first wenclair crumbs in literal years you better believe i will be analyzing this shit until august 6
so enid really doodled wednesday multiple times and stuck the pictures on their door for her arrival… uh huh okay. the closet is glass, sinclair.
the one with the black heart is very telling. we know what you are, enid.
and two more details from the doll scene:
is that a gay pride heart on enid’s wall? hm… shocking. i need a straight explanation for this. quickly 😐👂🏼
also their fingers brushed. i’m catatonic.
it's called adhd paralysis hope this helps
not being productive or relaxing but a secret third thing
guys oh my GOD finals are gonna KILL ME LIKE ACTUALLY. why did i decide to sign up for three ap classes this year 😭 (i actually like what im learning in all of them its just that the TESTS ARE SO HARD)
AAAAAAAAAAA I CANT WITH THEM
Pink.
GOODFUCKINGBYE
Elphaba ignored the buzzing and read all 137 chapters for Galinda. Galinda was so grateful that she was in tears
Inspired by this tweet 😍
Galinda’s 😻 probably has some nerve damage
wait no this is so real
who’s ready to talk about how wicked is one of the few examples of a love triangle that is actually a triangle
are u 18+?
well im 17 so no but im pretty close 😭 but if a page says "minors dni" then i dont reblog or follow the account out of respect
(i used to follow some accounts with that though so im sorry to those who did, i hope i actually went through all the blogs im following if i somehow missed any lmk and ill unfollow if u want)
HOLYYY WGAT THE FUCK I JUST DIED
Ig I should post this here
real!
JUST THIS
IN THE NAME OF GOD
literally. anyways who wants to give me head :3
adding “:3” to the end of my messages like I didn’t just write the most disgustingly down bad and horny shit known to man
"more time to focus on her friendship with enid sinclair" BE SO FOR REAL. OMG. IM GONNA RIOT IF WE DONT GET WENCLAIR
Do you know how much the boy characters have to suck for fucking Netflix to go “you know what let’s actually cut the boys out and actually make an addam’s family show horror focused and add a little queerbait.”
im so gay.
Umlmmmmm…I don’t know that I can? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
my mom literally has a friend who dyes her hair a different bright neon color every month and wears the least natural makeup possible. and shes in her 40s or 50s i think. but no shes not gay shes js european 😭
"gay or european" also goes for middle-aged women btw. that lady with short hair no makeup and sneakers isn't a lesbian she's just german
dawg im in class rn i cant do this 😭
Just this over and over again
reblogging because it's very important. even if they don't directly do anything from a message or whatever, it still reminds them that they need help
Listen up!
You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled
Hit that.
Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern
Yes.
Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in
Tumblr will follow up and help them.
Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!
This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.
YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.
I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.
And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.
You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.
This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.
hi guys im a bit newer here!! i love the fandom communities i find here. i guess this is js gonna be a blog of my random thoughts and my asks are open <3 random question, how do you guys make your text look so pretty and how do u do the strikethrough lol? i have a strikethrough on my keyboard but it comes out looking all wrong l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ l̶m̶a̶o̶ h̶e̶l̶p̶p̶p̶ 😭