Having OCD thoughts is just what would happen if Murphy’s Law had a suggestions box.
Having OCD thoughts is just what would happen if Murphy’s Law had a suggestions box.
All seriousness aside for a second though…
Having this song on any TADC playlist is a THOUSAND times funnier now-..
I think it would be REALLY funny if a movie only had ONE white guy and killed him off five seconds into the film, before the plot even starts, hit by a truck, the rest of the POC/Queer/Femme cast deadpan watching from the sidelines “…..Huh”
CONTINUE PLOT.
DO NOT Address IT AGAIN.
“Why are they shaped like that?”
you guys
AI can’t make hands
AI. CANT. MAKE. HANDS.
I know and appreciate both Transfem and Transmasc Jax…
But also consider….AroAce or AroAceAgender Jax ..
Just said nah
Don’t wanna worry about parts…
Don’t wanna worry about dissapointing…
Don’t want anyone wanting anything
Don’t wanna be the one to tell them no
Don’t wanna be cracked cause why the fuck does it HAVE to matter
Triple AAA Jax hot take.
Yes I’m rewatching the one where they all get guns. “There’s nothing more, so stop looking”
My low key fave tho is Shrodingers Jax.
Missionary painal with their ankles in the air so you can watch their pussy drool all over your bush..
Scene where you get too fucked up at the bar and get cornered by a sadistic stranger in the public toilet..
You’re just trying to take a piss when the door pushes in, your legs are thrown up while you’re caught off guard, and before you can catch your balance there’s some sweaty, drunk, sick fuck on their knees where their pants have fallen down to the floor with the rest of them, ass out and balls slapping against you, zero fucks or realization given to if they’re splashing your piss all over, grunting and groaning until they’re unloading into you…fuck they had to piss bad too..remembering that’s why they even came into the stall to begin with and at least having the courtesy to kick you over to the side before emptying their bladder into the bowl and walking out…
If the door swings open behind them enough for someone else to see and decide they’d rather join the party than crash it..
Slipping into the stall and taking their own turn to get a load off that starts a chain of whoever wants to tap in next to keep you pinned, pried open, or bent over to get stuffed before you can fight your way loose..
It’s gonna be a long night….
Getting rutted into so hard that you can feel their bush, rough and scratching you up, and knowing they won’t stop even if you tell them it burns like that..