#straight
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As a 1,000 follower special, here’s a preview of another weird sound thing I’m working on! Gotta find a new voice for it before I publish a final version. Thanks for checking out my stuff, everyone. Here’s to 1,000 more!
Aries: Demigender
Taurus: Lesbian
Gemini: Straight
Cancer: Pansexual
Leo: Gay
Virgo: Bisexual
Libra: Polysexual
Scorpio: Asexual
Sagittarius: Aromantic
Capricorn: Gender Fluid
Aquarius: Transgender
Pisces: Demisexual
why is it that when lesbians/bi/pan women say “Dang her boobs are hot” no one cares but If a straight man says it he’s objectifying women?
If any of you ‘not-straight’ darlings ever cringe about how hard you pretended to be #straight, just remember that my friends and I (none of whom are straight) brainstormed the straightest thing we could do, and came up with the brilliant idea making a science fair project looking into why certain men are thought of as hot. Because this would make us seem super straight.
It basically consisted of us showing pictures of dudes to other girls asking who they thought was hotter and being all like ‘hmm, good choice’, then making graphs and writing up psychological reasons for these men being picked.
Naturally, we came first place - and proved that no amount of science can make you straight!
He’s straight, but this guy on Twitter is so worth following.
it feels like this:
a storm brewing, the salty wind tumbling into your sweat streaked skin as you stand on the edge of the crow’s nest, a scarf wrapped around your throat and your eyes squeezed half close as you look out into the horizon. the boat rocks beneath you, a gentle sway that bucks into a wave crashing over the sides and your heart leaps into your throat as you grip the wood with wet palms.
your fingers slip. you miss. you fall.
it feels like this:
gravity does not work for you. you grip the edges of the bar and there is a whistling in the emptiness of your skull as you swing, the collective breaths of the audience all held in the middle of their throats as they watch, words tucked beneath tongues pressed against teeth as they wait. when the music swells, all you can hear is the flutter of your eyelashes against your cheekbones and you let go, hands uncurling from the bar and for one breathless moment, there is nothing holding you down.
you open your eyes. you breathe. you fly.
it feels like this:
your blood throbs so fast in your veins you think it might be gold flowing under your skin, brilliant ichor glistening in the sun against your temple as you raise your bow, the string catching the edge of broken calluses on your index finger and you hiss out a bitten off curse. the gauntlets bite into the skin on your forearms and the straps of the breastplate are all stained with mud; grains of dirt seep into the hinges and your body groans when you pull your arrow back.
you let go. you watch. you live.
it goes like this:
on christmas morning, you lie awake in bed. sunlight filters in through the window in fits and spurts; the curtain blows out, and you see dustmotes circling the air above you like a cheap angel’s halo. there is a sigh sitting in the base of your throat, just waiting for you to let it out and your fingers reach out for your phone. merry christmas, you think, and consider sending it to the person occupying your thoughts. you open your phone. the message from him is already lying there for you to see.
your heart stops, flutters, and kickstarts with the force of a stampeding parade of elephants.
dappled sunlight dances through my front door
it’s so brightly colored i falter
in my steps towards the kitchen
the door is wide open even if i remember
slamming it shut just the day before
the hinges rattling against the frame
so sharply it felt like my body
would fall apart along with it
it feels like every joke
that fell flat between us;
every off-bitten curse to hide our frustrations;
every laugh we forced through our perfect lips
i stare at the gold dripping into
the entrance of my house, the copper
traipsing the same path as stubborn vines
you are very easy to forgive
even if forgiveness sits sour
on the tip of my tongue
sometimes i just
run out of words
to describe you with
you leave me speechless
struck absolutely dumb
by your accidental callousness
Is there anyone is seriously doing baits?? I have paid a blog or two and got no results, probably being scammed. I can pay, but I just need confirmation from you that you ain't playing. I hope someone from my almost 4,000 followers can help me out!!
