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And because I love you, I feel that I must warn you that this tumblr isn't particularly safe for work. Or school. Or places where parents/children may be lurking. You might have been able to tell from the title, but I thought I should probably mention it, just in case...

This tumblr mainly contains porn of pretty gay Japanese boys, drawings of pretty boys having sex, animal memes with whom I have a lot in common, and DBSK. There will be a few other random things, but that'll be the bulk of it.

Also, I own nothing in this tumblr unless otherwise stated (they'll be tagged 'Made by me'). I don't even own the above gif...
However, I do have a tumblr where the DBSK macros that I made live. It can be found here.

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babydollcliquot: My friends watched as I masturbated, both waiting for me to meet my orgasm. The shyness was gone but the blush remained in my cheeks. I actually liked when they watched me. They’ve moved closer, knowing I’m on edge and don’t want to miss me shoot my load. I’m so close now. My friends are hard to. All I can think is how I want to watch them jerk off too. Thinking of them pulling at their hard cocks and what it would feel like to have them both cum on me causes me to  curl my toes, moans desperately falling from my moth as electric waves pulse through my body, causing my hair to stand. I yell out louder than I mean to and cum, my orgasm spurting on my stomach and spilling over my hand, unable to look away from my best friends peering eyes. This was one of my favorites, got me very excited, so I decided to write a story to go along with it. ^//^

babydollcliquot:

My friends watched as I masturbated, both waiting for me to meet my orgasm. The shyness was gone but the blush remained in my cheeks. I actually liked when they watched me. They’ve moved closer, knowing I’m on edge and don’t want to miss me shoot my load. I’m so close now. My friends are hard to. All I can think is how I want to watch them jerk off too. Thinking of them pulling at their hard cocks and what it would feel like to have them both cum on me causes me to  curl my toes, moans desperately falling from my moth as electric waves pulse through my body, causing my hair to stand. I yell out louder than I mean to and cum, my orgasm spurting on my stomach and spilling over my hand, unable to look away from my best friends peering eyes.

This was one of my favorites, got me very excited, so I decided to write a story to go along with it. ^//^

key just shits all over taemin’s namja parade

jetaem:

you know how taemin’s always like

and key’s just like

NO ONE FUCKING TELL TAEMIN HE LOOKS LIKE A WOMAN OR ELSE HE WON’T WEAR HIS HAIR EXTENSIONS OR THAT DESIGNER DRESS I BOUGHT HIM OR THOSE HEELS OR THAT SKIRT

EVERYONE SHUT UP

and taemin’s just like 

and key’s like

krystal can’t make it for my performance

hey

taemin

wear this you’ll look like fabio

he’s the epitome of man

and taemin’s just..

and key’s like

i 

will

shit

on

all

your

hopes

and

dreams

One teachers approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom

togetherforjacksoncountykids:

“It’s Okay to be Neither,” By Melissa Bollow Tempel

Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”

She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.

“My ponytail,” she cried.

“Can I see?” I asked.

She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.

“How’s that?” I asked.

She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.

‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’

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