goes by h (or kk for obv reasons)
genderfluid
mental health advocate
tracks the tag lactoria

NSFW BLOG!
I post NUDESTUCK AND WRITE PORNY HOMESTUCK FICS

I also reblog:
Homestuck
Invader Zim;
♥ cowfish ♥
mental health support

I roleplay over MSPARP mostly.

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i respond quickly to messages here: http://spillit.me/lactoria

 

who wants to be stupid in a parp room.  send me an ask.

rules: no ocs/doubles/crokri/force shipping
nsfw themes

black-quadrant:

even if it’s not me i hope it’s someone and that they make your heart sing

even if it’s not me let it be someone who shines a light on your darkest days and makes you feel beautiful

Anonymous asked
Um, forgive my ignorance, but, um, what's bdsm?

http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/all-about-sex/201206/loving-introduction-bdsm

this link provides a pretty traditional definition but it’s sooooo much more than even all that.

reminder: bdsm is only as rough as you and your partner(s) want it to be.  it can be very soft and very loving.  it can involve kink or not.  there is literally no limit to what bdsm can be for you.

thenoodledoodle:

A great has fallen today and their name was Dignity. 

(Oh yeah???  You wanna go punk?!)
When stripped bare, it’s nearly impossible to distinguish one from the other.  Fleshy layers of grey, tinged matching shades of pink, blend as their bodies converge at the rendezvous point between lust and shame.  Not even hair, matted beyond recognition, or horns cupped tightly between clammy hands, can shed light on even their most subtle differences.
Karkat prefers the ambiguity, the mirage of self-hate, and when Kankri’s eyes are closed his self indulging fantasy can run its course.  But Kankri, of course, dispels his salacious reverie by propping up a single lid, revealing a pearl-white eye as if to remind him in no uncertain terms exactly who is making his bulge so hard.
He doesn’t remember how they got here, with him seated buck-naked in his own chair and his dancestor wedged between his thighs nursing him to full erection, but his friends are in the other room and although the door is locked (he does distinctly recall Kankri locking it when he arrived which initially set Karkat’s nerves on-edge) any errant noises will surely incriminate him.  
Kankri’s making a point of not sheathing or concealing himself, far too casual about his arousal for Karkat’s comfort, especially given the gusto in which he’s gobbling Karkat down.  With every long pull and throaty suck Kankri brings Karkat that much closer to soaking his chair.  For once, Karkat’s thankful for Kankri’s propensity for thorough examination because it guarantees that he won’t stop until he’s totally annihilated Karkat.
"…Ka..”
Kankri slowly withdraws, leaving a shiny spit trail along his rigid bulge, and murmurs around the tip he’s now lipping—teasing, face a schooled mask of stoicism.  "Speak up if you please."
“Kankri—”
They both half expected Karkat to whimper his own name, but it’s Kankri’s dribbling amorously from his mouth by the time he blows in his seat, vaguely waving his dignity goodbye.  Who needs it anyway.

thenoodledoodle:

A great has fallen today and their name was Dignity. 

(Oh yeah???  You wanna go punk?!)

When stripped bare, it’s nearly impossible to distinguish one from the other.  Fleshy layers of grey, tinged matching shades of pink, blend as their bodies converge at the rendezvous point between lust and shame.  Not even hair, matted beyond recognition, or horns cupped tightly between clammy hands, can shed light on even their most subtle differences.

Karkat prefers the ambiguity, the mirage of self-hate, and when Kankri’s eyes are closed his self indulging fantasy can run its course.  But Kankri, of course, dispels his salacious reverie by propping up a single lid, revealing a pearl-white eye as if to remind him in no uncertain terms exactly who is making his bulge so hard.

He doesn’t remember how they got here, with him seated buck-naked in his own chair and his dancestor wedged between his thighs nursing him to full erection, but his friends are in the other room and although the door is locked (he does distinctly recall Kankri locking it when he arrived which initially set Karkat’s nerves on-edge) any errant noises will surely incriminate him.  

Kankri’s making a point of not sheathing or concealing himself, far too casual about his arousal for Karkat’s comfort, especially given the gusto in which he’s gobbling Karkat down.  With every long pull and throaty suck Kankri brings Karkat that much closer to soaking his chair.  For once, Karkat’s thankful for Kankri’s propensity for thorough examination because it guarantees that he won’t stop until he’s totally annihilated Karkat.

"…Ka..”

Kankri slowly withdraws, leaving a shiny spit trail along his rigid bulge, and murmurs around the tip he’s now lipping—teasing, face a schooled mask of stoicism.  "Speak up if you please."

Kankri—”

They both half expected Karkat to whimper his own name, but it’s Kankri’s dribbling amorously from his mouth by the time he blows in his seat, vaguely waving his dignity goodbye.  Who needs it anyway.

how cute would it be to see a loveless au of kankri and karkat with ears

and kankri flaunting his ears, using them as a staple for his rants on societal pressure and sexual privilege

shakethecobwebs:

I just really really really want to stress the fact that your body is going to change throughout your life and when it does, it most likely won’t ever change back to the way it was before! It just won’t! Because your body is  constantly changing, even when you don’t notice it! There are little things that your body is doing every day that you have no control over and THAT IS OKAY. If you keep wondering how you’re gonna change your body to make it better, you’re gonna always be wondering how to do that. And in most cases, it is IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO CHANGE IT BACK. So instead of wasting your time try embracing what you have and see how that feels for awhile, yeah? 

interquast:

there is just so much suffering and sadness and horrible things in the world, so much useless and pointless suffering. please spend your time on this earth making people feel loved. please love one another. reach out to someone who is hurting. appreciate others, and love others. there’s too much useless sadness in this world.

black-quadrant:

please keep in mind that you’re a work in progress

you improve each and every day

it’s never too late to accomplish anything

we are constantly changing so don’t give up

you can refine and redefine yourself and you work as much as you want

arabellesicardi:

Every night that I get to drunkenly kiss this plaque is a night I love above all others.

arabellesicardi:

Every night that I get to drunkenly kiss this plaque is a night I love above all others.

(Source: docsorrow)

Anonymous asked
Can you post a picture of your current hair style? I'm tryina draw you and I don't know what your hair looks like

Just scroll down my blog i posted a recent pic last night under the “my face” tag c: