If you support gay marriage reblog this. If you’re on the homophobic side, keep scrolling.

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As a bisexual, it sickens me that some people WILL keep scrolling.

As the straight daughter of a gay man, it sickens me that some people will keep scrolling. 

As a straight girl with a basic understanding of equality and love, it also sickens me that people will keep scrolling.

As a straight Christian woman, I pray that people will not scroll past this. Love, not judge.

I’m re-reblogging for that last one.

BE GOOD PEOPLE SUPPORT THE LGBTQIA+ COMMUNITY

IMMA REBLOG THIS BECAUSE I SUPPORT VERY STRONGLY AND I WILL NEVER SCROLL PAST STUFF LIKE THIS.

Reblogging even though it isn’t SPN related

As someone who lives in a country where LGBT+ is practically unheard of, I feel the need to reblog this.

As a human who’s a fan of love PERIOD, I feel the need to reblog this.

All of this 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

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ALLL OF THE GAY

BEAUTIFUL AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Bruh ya

As an aroace girl, I feel the need to reblog

If you don’t reblog this just unfollow me right now.

as a pan trans boy, this has been reblogged

as a bisexual australian girl (where gay marriage was only legalised THIS YEAR !!!!) I am reblogging this.

my blog is an LGBTQ+ safe space !

❤️

As a straight as beebo person. I WILL REBLOG

As a nonbinary demisexual individual, i will reblog

As a genderfluid quoiromantic graysexual human I will to reblog this.

You know there’s no way I wouldn’t reblog this!

the gay™ 

Jewish and Gay. Reblogging!

Hey, I’m a really big fan of your work and wanted to ask if you could maybe turn me into Spider-Man. I just love to be him with those pecs and gorgeous ass.

Thank you so much for your kind words! Now for your transformation, don’t turn around or you’ll fall under my spell. Feel the muscles everywhere on your body increase in size, as you moan in pleasure. The sheer orgasmic bliss is so much that you keep coming, but that’s normal. Just let it all wash over you as your muscles inflate further, giving you what you so desire.

The iconic suit forms around your growing body, adapting its shape each second as it works its way up your body. It feels good to have that suit so tight around your new bulging, still growing muscles. That’s right. Just give in to the pleasure and embrace the transformation. Don’t worry, the stains of your continuous coming will disappear in no time.

Your muscles may even be more defined than those of the comic book and movie hero, but those were adaptations of your earlier life from before your training with Captain America and Iron Man. Your face reshapes itself as you gain the memories of your new life and you come one final time as the mask forms over your new face.

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You were right about the pecs, but I wouldn’t discredit your other muscles so soon if I were you. Just check them all out in detail in front of a mirror before leaving for your ‘training’ with the others. Just remember, don’t do evil things in your new life or face the consequences.

mistertrapdaddy:

TUMBLR IS RE-ACTIVATING SAFE MODE!

This is essentially a shadow-ban on the entire NSFW blogging community.

If you run a NSFW blog, you will soon notice that your audience has dropped substantially.  You cannot prevent this from happening, but if you prepare your followers for the forced “safe-mode” change, you can reduce the impact.  

REBLOG – SHARE – WARN YOUR FOLLOWERS

BE PREPARED TO DISABLE SAFE-MODE ONCE AGAIN!

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If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me

Unfollow me too

this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice

and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire. 

I just lost 50 followers.. bye

clearing out the trash

GO ON AND S M A S H THAT UNFOLLOW BUTTON

BUHBYE U McNASTIES

I’ve seen this circulating forever and genuinely thought “no way do I have any of them following me” until this week when it turned out I had all these fuckin “MAP” (pedophile) followers sad to find out I’m an “anti” (normal person)

Please leave and also please get guinea worm.

I really hope no one that follows me is like this but for real, if you are, please unfollow.

Ditto

In case you didn’t get the message, if you’re into kids unfollow me; if you’re not into kids, reblog this!!!

Buh bye, no thanks

Csa survivor with zero time, patience, or tolerance for pedos/MAPs/apologists/whateverthefuck you sick fucks are calling yourselves.

yeah uh i don’t want gross people looking at my blog thanks 

Late Birthdays

Due to my absence I’ve missed quite a few birthdays around here, but I tried my best to make up and have organized a wonderful day with The Craftsman and Mr. Cavanaugh, more about which you can read below.


As both The Craftsman and Mr. Cavanaugh are very powerful and not exactly your everyday normal people they are only influenced by my natural form in the slightest, I could just be around them without worry and personally invited both of them to come to what I’ve come to call my home for a nice late birthday surprise.

Both showed up, eager to see what I had in store for them. They were immediately greeted by Luke, Johnny and Brock. “Is there anything we could do for you, while you wait for Master to finish the last preparations?”, Johnny said to them and winked an eye. “Now that is something I can’t refuse.”, Mr. Cavanaugh said “I’ve been very busy lately and could do with some relaxation.”. “Then how about I give you a nice and strong massage?”, Johnny said with a sly smile. “That would indeed be very nice.”, Mr. Cavanaugh said while looking Johnny up and down before the two left to another room.

The Craftsman was still somewhat astounded by this when Luke came up to him and asked if he’d like something similar. “Yes. All the stress lately with the lost stories has become quite a bit.”, he said “Will you be coming too Brock?” “No thank you. I’d rather go and see if Master needs anything.” Luke and The Craftsman went into a different room and Brock came to me to tell me what had happened. I came up with a plan.

Mr. Cavanaugh lay down to get ready for his massage. Johnny got some massage oil and began kneeding the tension out of Mr. Cavanaugh’s upper back and slowly worked his way about the entire body. Mr. Cavanaugh sighed in relaxation and I went to work, making Mr. Cavanaugh’s muscles grow slowly so as to not rouse suspicion immediately. Mr. Cavanaugh however did notice the difference, letting out a moan and saying: “Wow, you’re really good at this.” “I’m just making you comfortable, just as Master ordered and it’s some practice for when I’ll be massaging Master.”, Johnny said smiling. Watching Mr. Cavanaugh’s body change according to plan one last time, I let reality adapt itself to my changes concerning Mr. Cavanaugh for now, moving on to The Craftsman.

When I arrived, The Craftsman was already incredibly relaxed, enjoying his full-body massage. I immediately got to work, increasing his muscularity slowly and thinking of how hot he and Mr. Cavanaugh would soon look together. “You’re doing a fantastic job.”, The Craftsman said. “I’m just doing as Master told. Oh he’s so wonderful.”, was Luke’s reaction. The Craftsman’s muscles kept on inflating, his entire appearance changing. The changes continued and I could clearly see it wouldn’t be long before they were finished, so I decided to take a last look at Mr. Cavanaugh before his transformation was over.

The transformation was almost over. And what a sight it was. His muscles everywhere had become much more pronounced and he’d grown taller. Just some facial reshaping and he’d be finished in no time. I knew he’d enjoy it. Not too long later everything finished, including Johnny’s massage. “oh…ho, thank you very much. The stress went right out. I’d even think my muscles…Why do I sound so different?”, Mr. Cavanaugh said, turning around until he faced me. “I gave you a little late birthday present. There are some comfortable clothes you should fit over there.”, I said, pointing to a pile of clothes in an area I hadn’t yet magically improved.

After he got them on, he still wasn’t in too good a mood, standing there with a stern look on his face and leaning on a pipe. “Why did you have to do that?”, he said “I’ve made my choice with Scott and don’t like you making these decisions for me without my permission.”

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“I just wanted to surprise you. Besides, I know you like this body. Just take a look in the mirror.”, I said. He did and was quite shocked. It was more than I could hope really. The sixpack and pecs were a dead giveaway. He was very happy though, just as I expected. “I doubted so much if I should take him.”, he said. “Why don’t you go over there and get rid of that excess energy the classical Stephen Amell way. The salmon ladder.”, I said and he smiled, took his shirt off and happily did so, relishing his newfound strength.

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“Just wait here. I’ve got something I still need to take care of.”, I said. I turned away, but the new Stephen interrupted. He wiped some sweat from his forehead before speaking. “Hey, you were right. This is great. Woow.” “You’re welcome. If you need anything in the meantime, I’m sure Johnny will be more than happy to deliver.”, I said and left.

 I went to the room The Craftsman and Luke were supposed to be in, but, to my surprise, it was empty. So, I got to Brock and asked him if he knew where they were. I went to one of the few studies in the building and found The Craftsman there, and sadly, he was already fully transformed…and aware of it. He turned to me, looking all serious…

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only to laugh at my fearful/cringy expression. Immediately the surroundings changed and I noticed he turned me into a woman. He started bouncing his pecs. “Would you please turn everything back?”, I said. “Okay”, he said smiling.

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Everything turned back to the way it was before, but I was still a woman. “You can do this much faster than I, but I’ll do it myself if you won’t.”, I said. “Just joking.”, he said and turned me back. “Now put on those clothes. I’ve got another surprise for you.” “Can you tell me?” “Oh, Allright. I got your new cousin Stephen to come here as a nice little extra.” “Really? Thank you so much!”. He hugged me before letting me go. I told him to put on the clothes I got ready for him and he was supposed to wait for Stephen in the main area. He did look handsome, especially during the last adjustments.

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Next, I went back to Mr. Cavanaugh. When I got to him he was still full of energy, doing all sorts of things to test his temporary new body. He stopped and looked at me. “Have you finished yet?”, he said. “I managed to get your new cousin Robbie to come here. He’s waiting for you in the main area. There are some nicer clothes over there you should wear, as he too is dressed at his best.”, I said before going to my own room and telling Brock, Johnny and Luke to keep watch.

After a short amount of time, Mr. Cavanaugh, though not completely dressed, entered the main area and immediately went over to hug ‘Robbie’. He broke the hug after a few seconds and focused, making ‘Robbie’ look into his eyes by pushing his hands under ‘Robbie’s’ chin. “You are attracted to me. You think I’m the most handsome man in the world and can’t resist fantasizing about me, wanting to be with me.”, Mr. Cavanaugh said, his voice soft and tender. “Most handsome…fantasy…want”, ‘Robbie’ said, not entirely there.

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The Craftsman couldn’t imagine letting the chance go by to make his ultimate fantasy come true: being with Stephen Amell, the most handsome man in existence, in the most intimate way possible. He concentrated on his hypnotic power and looked ‘Stephen’ right in the eyes. “You were always attracted to me. I’ve always been closest to you, both emotionally and in looks. Now that we’re here alone you can’t resist your feelings anymore. You have to act.”, The Craftsman said in a manner similar to the one used by Mr. Cavanaugh about a minute ago. “Attracted…close…can’t resist…must act”, ‘Stephen’ said, falling pray to the same trick he’d used just seconds to a minute earlier.

Mr. Cavanaugh felt a new urgency to have sex with Robbie. He just HAD to. Robbie was the one he needed. Being sure his hypnosis worked, he said: “Robbie, I know how you feel about me and…I feel the same about you.” That revelation shook The Craftsman to the core. “Had Robbie really felt the same way about Stephen I do”, he thought. “I…truly did not expect that.”, he said “I don’t know what to say.” “I do. How about we act on our feelings? I for one can’t bury them anymore. I need you now.”, ‘Stephen’ said, sliding his finger along ‘Robbie’s’ cheek before putting the finger in his mouth and sucking on it. This was too much for The Craftsman. He put his hands on ‘Stephen’s’ cheeks and kissed him forcefully.

The kiss felt heavenly to Mr. Cavanaugh, but he wanted to continue somewhere more private with perhaps a soft bed. “Maybe we should move somewhere more comfortable”, he said, giving directions to ‘Robbie’ before the two quickly moved to Johnny’s bedroom. There, they lay on the bed, kissing wildly and starting to undress each other. I ordered Johnny and Luke to go to them and ‘assist’ them in any way they want. Next, I had some private time with Brock for the rest of the evening.

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The next morning, I got Luke, Johnny and Brock to provide some clothes for ‘Stephen’ and ‘Robbie’ and say goodbye to them. The two were still quite affectionate, but no longer as full of need as the evening before due to the hypnosis losing its effect on the powerful transformers. The reason I didn’t say goodbye personally was because I didn’t want to make it so clear to them that the other was not really one of the Amell cousins. Now, how will they react when they find out?

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Fated To Be Together

mrcavanaughtf:

This story is part of a collaboration with @mctf21. You can find his part of the story (which takes place after mine) by clicking here.

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When you’re as perfect as I am, taking advantage of other people’s weaknesses is pretty much second nature. I’m a king walking among peasants and it’s only fitting that I deserve better than them. I’d go as far as to say that it’s been my birthright to have the perfect life – football captain, prom king, everything.

Of course when you’re as jaw-droppingly gorgeous and impossibly talented as I am there are going to be some people who are jealous of your success. I can’t even count the amount of guys who wish they were for me, either for all the hot chicks I have begging for my cock or my skills on the football field. Then there are those homos who are clearly more jealous of the sluts I let worship my perfect body, wishing they could be their in their place. The joke’s on them though because even if I was gay I wouldn’t disgrace myself by dating some loser who’s never seen the inside of a gym before.

Chief among those lustful gay losers was Steven who I’ve always thought was a total freak with no redeeming qualities. I swear that I once heard him mutter under his breath that he wished we would swap bodies so he could show me how it feels to be him. Yeah, I still laugh about that comment because he can dream all he likes, he’s never going to be me nor is he ever going to be bigger and stronger than me. Some people in life are alphas and others are betas. It doesn’t take a genius to work out which column we fit into.

After catching the dweeb trying to check me out in the locker room, I slammed him against the wall and left him there to cry his eyes out. I felt no sympathy for him and why should I? I was already thinking about scoring some hot babe to keep me busy that night – right after I played some Xbox and drunk a few beers, of course. It’s Friday night, what else would I be doing?

Something strange began happening as I settled down to play some games though – I began to think about Steven. I didn’t know why that loser was in my head but he was stuck there and no amount of gaming was able to distract me. Worse still, I was getting horny and didn’t know why. There was no way I was prepared to believe that I was feeling horny because of that loser, even if having him worship my thick cock did sound pretty hot…

Before I could really consider my actions, I dropped the controller and instead began to tease my stiffening cock through my boxers. If my thoughts were going to revolve around that nerd then why not at least try to have some fun with it, even if it was a little more on the homo side than I was used to?

Soon I was rock hard and moaning in pleasure. It was around that time that the fantasies I was dreaming up involving the nerd worshiping my body changed to me worshiping his. The thought should have revolted me, especially as I was physically superior but it strangely didn’t. In fact, being submissive to him was actually turning me on, as insane as that seemed. 

I’m under some kind of spell, I thought blankly before allowing myself to indulge back into my surprising fantasies. Magic wasn’t real, everybody knew that, so why would I be under a spell? Clearly these thoughts had been buried all along and I had tried to suppress them by being a bully to the object of my affections. Yeah, that made more sense.

As I continued to moan in delight, my voice dropped slightly and a shiver rushed down my spine at the sound. My chest began to puff out, inflating my muscles with more strength than I could possibly believe. It wasn’t long before my legs followed suit, packing on powerful muscle in mere seconds. My cock seemed to grow harder in my hands as it grew in both length and girth, causing pre-cum to leak from the tip and stain my white boxer briefs.

The final change came right as I hit orgasm. My handsome features shifted, taking on an older appearance but one that was no less beautiful. A thick beard pushed out around my mouth and along my jawline as my dark hair grew slightly and eyes turned from hazel brown to sky blue. Within moments I was no longer the hottest guy in college but rather one of the hottest guys in Hollywood and my love’s ultimate object of affection, Chris Evans!

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Coming down from the unbelievable high of the transformative orgasm, I was left with only one thought in my mind. More than anything in the world I needed to get to my love and worship him the way he deserved. It was the only thing that mattered in life anymore and I couldn’t waste any more time. He needed to know how much he meant to me and hopefully one day soon, the whole world will too!

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Break

I’m incredibly sorry to say this, but due to personal reasons I won’t be posting for some time. I don’t know how long that time will be. I have something planned for next Thursday, but besides that nothing else will be posted and it will be my last one until I get back into it. Again, I’m sorry.

Fated to be together

This post is the second part of a collaboration between me and @mrcavanaughtf. The first part can be found here:

http://mrcavanaughtf.tumblr.com/post/172858901568/fated-to-be-together


I hate that Greg! He may be a good-looking and strong jock, but he’s so full of himself and incredibly mean to others. Besides, he’s nothing compared to either Chris Evans or Hemsworth. I took one quick look at his gorgeous muscles for less than a second in the locker room, but as a known gay, he of course had to make it a big thing and throw me into the wall. It hurt so much I cried, but he only seemed to enjoy it. 

I’d love to have the good looks and confidence of Chris Hemsworth and my ideal boyfriend would be somewhat of a submissive Chris Evans who looks to me for everything. A shooting star passes. It’s brighter than normal and seems to go very slow, as if waiting for me to make a wish. I say my greatest desire out loud as a wish, wishing I’d be more like Chris Hemsworth and have a completely submissive Chris Evans for a boyfriend. Thanks to his behavior, I also wish greg would be taught some humility. 

After saying my deepest desire out loud, I soon fall fast asleep. A few hours later my sleep is being disturbed, however by an urgent knocking at the door. I go downstairs, wondering who it could be. Who would come here at this ungodly hour? My family is far away, so they would’ve called. I slowly walk to the door to look through the window to see who it was. Oh my! Standing on my front porch, desperately knocking on my door is none other than Chris Evans! I think he saw me. That’s strange, his entire posture just changed from determination to some sort of adoration. No, I must be mistaken.

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“Please! Let me in my love! Let me serve your every want and need!”, he says.  He has clearly used drugs, but the entire street will wake up if he continues like this. Besides, he’s one of my idols. I’d love to get the chance to meet him, even if he is high.

“Shhh!”, I say. “You don’t want to wake up the entire neighborhood. Just come in.” “Thank you my love, anything for you.”, he says. The way he spoke was about as perfect for my fantasies as could be, but I can’t take advantage of him like this. “What do you want me to do my love? I’ll do anything you ask.”, he says in a very husky voice that sends shivers down my spine.

I try to resist, but he grabs my hands and begins to smell me, his head coming close to my chest and then going down to my stomach and up again. “Please my love, let me worship you.”, he says as I look down and see he’s sporting a hard on, while leaking. This is too much for me. My dick hardens and I give him permission. “Oh, thank you so much my love!”, he says as he starts to kiss and touch me everywhere on my body. 

Everywhere he comes, I feel a certain heat as an incredible passion starts to fill me. I think I’m forgetting something, but I notice I feel stronger and more powerful every passing second. And why shouldn’t I? I slowly lower my pants and boxers, as he touches and kisses my entire body one part at a time. 

He stares up at me and I nod. He takes me into his mouth and it’s the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. He moans all the time, but he goes too slow for me. I push further into his mouth and tell him to work faster. I can vaguely feel my hair growing longer, as i keep feeling my muscles expanding. 

“Yes! That’s it Evans.”, I say when he builds up a good rythm. He doesn’t deserve to serve someone as perfect as I, but he’s as close as they come and I need my regular release.

The world seems to shift around us and I become a bit dizzy. Was my house always so luxurious? Of course it is! What am I thinking? My boyfriend is here worshipping me and I’m thinking of all expensive stuff I’ve gathered over the years. “Yeah, just like that Evans. Ohhh here I go. Take it all Evans. That was nice, but you know we have to keep this a secret. You’ll have to treat me as just your co-star, but we can always repeat this away from prying eyes.”, I say. We kiss before getting ready for our latest interview.

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Luckily we arrive in time. I can see  Evans is having trouble resisting his urge to openly serve and worship me, but he’s a good actor. Maybe we’ll make it known to the world when society is ready, but for Now Evans and I can show our true selves to each other in private. Oh, I guess he still has trouble hiding the pleasure he feels from my touch from the world.

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Perhaps later one of us can share some info on our daily lives, but for now this is the end. I have an Evans begging me for attention and I’d feel bad commanding him to do something before our next round again.