i dont see posts like this often but like fucking shout out to trans guys with height dysphoria
trans guys who are always the shortest boy in a group of boys
trans guys who are under 5'5
trans guys who feel like they dont pass bc of their height
trans guys who are sick of tall trans guys and tall boys in general being the only representation of boys
trans guys who have height dysphoria as the root of their dysphoria
as someone who struggles with height dyspho every day, i want all the other short dudes to know theyre super hot, handsome and loveable, and not inferior to tall guys. theyre just as manly and strong as tall guys and theyre just as much of a man as a guy who’s 6’. lucio from overwatch is 5'3 and everyone loves him just remember that. stay strong my tiny dudes
Oops……….not exactly a dick slip but just as hot. See through silky white shorts showing this hot dudes sexy circumcised dude Penis and tight balls. So fucking hot. I see this all the time now days. I love it!!! It makes me hard everytime I see a hot guy in silky sheer see through shorts. Fuck Yeah!
Sorry for the long moment of inactivity, folks! School got really busy. but I’m back in business now (yay summer) and I’ll be posting a lot more translations!
This guy is such a damn piece of work, my gawd hahahah.
MY GAWD THIS STORY.
HE’S SOOOO. TRASHY.
AGHAGA RIEIIII. I’ll be
translating them in order of the original CD releases.
Special thanks to Deea for getting the raws~
storm caused me to fall from the ship I was aboard. Death was
impending; my body was sinking towards the ocean’s floor. I was
destined to drown… …until a girl appeared out of nowhere. She
held my body and navigated the ocean’s waters with such ease, as if a
storm hadn’t exist. Upon arriving at the shore, the girl whispered
dear prince, you’re safe now.”
voice was as lovely as a bell’s ring. My condition wasn’t so good.
Having drunk a bunch of salty seawater, I found myself barely able to
move. Though, I managed to open my eyes and they would see who owned
that lovely voice――Opened they did and saw clearly did they. The
girl. Her legs. She didn’t have the legs of a human being. My rescuer
was a mermaid.
was a sign of a person approaching, causing the mermaid to rush back
into the sea. A different girl came to help me. At the time, I was
delirious and thought she was the one who saved me. I then became
engaged to her.
I thought it was all in good. Not only did I have a fiance, but I
could also play around. My palace could only give me so much
amusement and what’s a man to do when there’s plenty of beautiful
women around? Even if I’ll be married, no matter how much I played
around with girls, not a single person had an issue with it.
Taehyung had seen enough red in his lifetime to fill the Mississippi, the bloody current carrying the endless stream of bodies down the river of his past. They drifted in mangled pieces of splintered limbs and tattered flesh, the water unable to submerge the vast quantity of his discretions. His years of ripping and raging proved to be too much for the great river, even in the metaphorical confinements of his head it seemed. They littered the washed up crevices of his mind, tainting the cerulean memories that reminded him of the few good moments of his last two-hundred and eighty-seven years.
Of course, Taehyung had never been one for remorse in these types of situations. Once he was turned, his conscious took a backseat, so much so that he couldn’t even remember the disposition he’d wielded as a human. He imagined that he must’ve been the same cold-hearted, apathetic, monster that he was today. To him body count was a number on a similar wavelength to temperature, throw-away information that was constantly changing, just in Taehyung’s case it was only moving in the upward direction. His killings may have slowed since that first century or so thanks to a certain friend, but relapses were inevitable. Every couple of decades he found himself once again being consumed by the insatiable lust of his instincts, the water dragging him down the river, his bodies in tow.