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reblog if u like titties

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this thanksgiving is NOT happy. instead of me being stuffed and eaten, there’s a fucking turkey. gobble gobble my ass.

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As a person of the no kids community this is for the ppl with kids

Stop telling us it’s a red flag because we’re able to be selfish with our time. Also stop asking us why didn’t didn’t we having any by 30( cause most of us on here just got to that age) I don’t believe in just making a kid with someone because we’re in love at the moment. I need that shit to be solid, kids will not change the narrative if i don’t like a person. Also understand this and understand it well, if you have kids (notice i said kids, multiples) sometimes it best to just date a person who has kids as well.

Signed the MF no kids community

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last night i dreamt that i got absolutely finger blasted by matthew lillard. i feel oddly comforted in knowing that he’d talk you through it.

i also feel like kinda disappointed bc skeet ulrich was there too… i just wish i’d gone to paris tbh. 😞

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Hey gang!

1. Happy pride month!

2. Palestinian queer people exist. Don't let any amount of pinkwashing let you think Palestine isn't worth saving, boycotting for and protesting for. Don't let pride distract you from the terrors of the genocide happening in Palestine.

Free Palestine

End the apartheid

End the genocide

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i miss writing :/

and yes i’ve been lurking

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I NEED MORE HOZIER FICS. HOW COULD YOU NOT WRITE ABOUT HIM. I WOULD DO IT BUT, (YALL I have a 28 in English) PLS GIVE ME SOMETHING. HE SINGS ABOUT WOMEN AND WAR AT THE SAME TIME. THATS HOT. HE’S TALL AND HAS LONG HAIR AND BIG NICE HANDS. AND HOT😩. YALL WHEN I HEAR HIS MUSIC I GO WEAK IN THE KNEES.

SOMEONE HELP ME GET HIM. 😝😝

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you’re really effing pretty pls hand in marriage

🥹 *offers hand*

omg ily!! 💙 thank you hunny!!

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i have a writing request... please help!

hi lovelies!! i hope you're well.

i've been writing off and on for the last couple of weeks - started a new internship and i am consistently swamped - but i've got a really dramatic case of writer's block.

i feel like my writing has taken a downturn and i don't want to put out anything shitty lol. and i want to write things that you guys would want to read!

so, to help with that, if you would be oh-so nice and kind by sending me some anon ideas to help get things moving in my mind.

literally nothing (within reason) is off limits.

you can submit ideas for anyone i've written for, or hell, someone new. totally up to you.

y'all know i don't be nagging, but i am drowning over here! i'm so desperate to get out of this writer's block, but nothing is helping.

so pls pls pls. if you can't send an anon, that's fine. you can dm your idea to me, if that works better for you. or you can drop a note in my suggestion box. literally anything helps.

thanks in advance, my sweet babies!

love you! 💞

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The TA - three. (h.c., c.e.)

Summary: no spoilers! ;)

Pairings: Professor!Chris Evans x Black!Reader, student!Henry Cavill x Black!Reader

WARNINGS: sexy talk, implied sexy times

here’s part three! props to mai for crankin out long chapters.

and with this... her hiatus ends. enjoy!

UNEDITED

“Could you imagine?” he asked her seductively, sauntering closer to her body so that his heat was radiating in her space. “You and me—together.”

She took a step back, her body stuck in between his and her kitchen counter. “Is that professional?”

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“I—I don’t think this is right.” She was almost a puddle by now. “I don’t want us to get in trouble—”

“With who?” another voice spoke from the front door. Her eyes darted over to the origin of the sound and saw him, stood there with his arms folded across his chest and his shoulder leaning against the wall. “With me?”

“Well, yes,” she stuttered out, “I don’t want to lose this job.”

“And why not?” he soon emerged in front of her also, “Is it because you need this job…?”

He paused to analyze her flushed face, her head nodding furiously. 

He smirked, “Or is it because you like the attention you’re getting from me—from us.”

The other voice laughed heartily. “I think that’s what it is.”

“No! I—”

“You like this, don’t you? You like the feeling of being watched.” The first voice retorted with a sinister grin.

“And,” the other butted in, “you know we both want you. Do you want us, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t know what to say. 

“Y’know, I think that she wants us.” The first voice mumbled to the second, both pairs of eyes roaming her body. “I think she wants the two of us to take her—to meet all her needs.”

“Is that what you want?” Their voices were deep in her ears. She felt a pair of lips on the shell of her ear. The other voice now had his hands all over her as a groan rumbled deep in his chest. She let out a whimper at the feeling of four hands touching her, heat being left in their paths. “Do you want us both to take you?”

“Yes. God, yes.” 

She woke to knocks pounding on her door. 

Dammit. 

She got out of bed hesitantly, sliding into a pair of slippers and putting on her housecoat and moving quickly to the front door to silence whomever was on the other side. She swung the door open, breath catching in her throat. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Henry greeted shortly. “I need to talk to you.”

It was almost too perfect. Here she was dreaming of him touching her wherever his fingers would reach. 

And now here he was. Hopefully, she wasn’t moaning his name in her sleep—it’d be a shame if he heard her from across the hall. 

She stepped aside.

He entered her apartment and sat on the couch.

“Coffee?” she offered since there was no way she’d be able to go back to sleep. 

“No, thanks. I’ve already had two.”

Two cups of coffee? What the hell is going on?

“Are you okay?” she quizzed, cleaning out the single-cup coffee maker to prepare a fresh cup. “You seem…frazzled.”

“Frazzled isn’t even the word.” He muttered.

“So what is it?” she sat next to him while her beverage brewed. 

His eyes cast downward. “I think…I think I like you.”

Well, that’s not at all what she expected after the dream she’d just had. 

“I like you, (Y/N).” he said again, almost to make sure he meant what he said. “I like you a lot. And I know that kind of messes things up for us because I consider us friends. But when you were talking about Chris coming onto you, I got jealous.”

So that’s what that was yesterday; he completely shut down after their conversation at The Bistro. 

She waited for him to continue. 

“I think you’re insanely smart, and you’re pretty, and you’re really cool to be around. I didn’t want to tell you, but I felt weird after yesterday and I knew I’d have to get it off my chest.” He finally looked at her, their eyes meeting. “You’re quiet.”

“I didn’t expect you to say that.” She replied in a hushed tone, “I like you, too.”

“You do?”

She nodded as a reply. And no, she wasn’t going to tell him about her dream, though she wanted to—to “clear the air”, as they say.

Right now, her mind was like a nighttime fog on a deserted road.

“Well, what do we do now?”

That was a good question. Should they decide to pursue a relationship, that could cause a rift between the two of them and Chris professionally; but if they choose not to, then there would be an uncuttable amount of tension between the two of them.

And undoubtably, Chris would freak if he found out either way.

“Y’know what I think?” he continued since she was deep in her own mind. “I think I want to take you on a date.”

She wanted to grin but fought the urge. “Is that so?”

He leaned closer to her, eyes glancing to her lips and back to her eyes. “Yeah, it is. I also think I should kiss you.” He still leaned in, their noses just an inch apart. 

This was just like in her dream. 

She felt his lips brush hers.

“Wait,” she put a hand on his chest. “what about Chris?”

He waved the idea off, one of his hands caressing her brown cheek. “We’re adults. We can be professional, no? What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”

And then, finally, they kissed. This part was nothing like her dream. Because right now, in this instant, she was completely engulfed in him and only him without any distractions. 

His scent permeated her nose and infiltrated her thoughts, and his warmth cradled her as they kissed. She wrapped her arms around his neck to bring him in closer (as if that were possible)—she was in dire need to feel more.

He pulled away first. His eyes searched her face for a moment before his head dipped down and kissed along her jaw and down her throat, his hand moving from her face to the back of her neck. 

Her head fell back with a sigh escaping her lips. 

Slowly, her hips began to grind up against his; he chuckled at the contact. He sat up, “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her breathlessly, “We can stop if you want.”

“No.” she almost shouted. “I want this.”

And with that, he untied her robe, then began to strip her on her couch. 

He kissed down her body as he removed their clothes, entwining their fingers. 

**

It was embarrassing how good he’d made her feel. 

It was almost embarrassing how loud he made her moan—to the point where he kept a hand over her mouth as he pounded into her so that Mr. Jenkins next door wouldn’t call security. 

It was almost embarrassing how desperate she was to be connected to him after they finished their three rounds of intimacy.

And, most importantly, she was embarrassed beyond belief at how happy she felt in the moments following their love affair. 

She lay on top of his hairy chest as they rested in silence. She was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep because of how slow his chest rose and fell with each breath. 

“Hey,” he spoke out into the void, his hand gently patting her bum to get her attention. “you okay?”

She nodded against his clammy skin. “Yeah.” She looked up at him, kissing his chin. “I’m good, you?”

He looked back down at her with a grin, “I’m great.” His phone rang from inside one of the pockets of his sweatpants. “Hello?”

A deep voice spoke from the other end. 

She felt his heart begin more rapidly against her cheek. 

She wondered who made him feel so nervous so suddenly. His eyes darted down to her. 

“Actually, I’m a bit preoccupied.”

She felt a squeeze on one of her ass cheeks and let out a squeal, smacking him playfully on the pec. 

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. Thanks, bye.” He tossed his phone to the top of the pile of their clothes. “So, that was Chris.”

“Ah.” 

“And he said that he needs us to stay after class tomorrow to make copies of next week’s case study.”

She groaned. “Dammit. I hate making copies—the copier in Franklin takes forever.”

“I know, I know. But you’ll be with me, so that’s a plus.”

“Is it?” she joked, earning another pinch on the behind. A yelp came from her throat, “Ooh!”

They laid there for a while, stealing kisses and touches as they basked in their afterglow. At some point she stood and strutted to the bathroom to have a shower, not realizing that she has a spectator. “Would you like to join me since you’re watching my every move?”

Quickly, almost as if he was anticipating her asking him, he stood and sped into the bathroom behind her.

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Tags (DM to be removed): @lady-x-red  @justtwhst  @lokisbitch27 @boundtomyfate​  @cyberdoshee  @liquorlaughslove @heroine-of-color

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hi babies!! 🥺💞 just wanted to pop in and say ily. so… luv you! 🥰

okay byeeeeee

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as of monday i am officially in my 20s 😳 ew

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🥲 i am but a puddle

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i need everyone to understand that my newest obsession is fitz and olivia 🥲

Scandal 2x20  |  “A Woman Scorned”

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so. FUN FACT

tumblr is apparently rolling out a beta for a new post editor that essentially makes it so there are no longer post “types” (text post, audio post, photo post, etc.), and instead all types of content are better integrated into a single post. pretty neat, right?

…until you read the fine print.

The maximum number of total content blocks allowed in a single post is 250.

i emailed support and asked whether each paragraph counts as a content block. i received this reply:

SO. each paragraph counts as a content block, and i’m only allowed 250 content blocks in one post. the solution provided was to reformat my fics by using shift+enter after every paragraph instead of simply enter. which is already unnecessarily annoying in of itself, but then you come to the second hurdle: 

The maximum character length of a single text block is 4096 characters.

so–what?? besides spending my time writing thousands upon thousands of words, i’m expected to copy-paste it and then reformat everything, counting every single one of those words to make sure they fit within the restrictions? or i’m supposed to chop my fics up into multiple parts, even when i don’t want to? how exactly are writers supposed to write on this platform?? as you all know, my style tends to run pretty dialogue-heavy, so i start new paragraphs (and, thus, content blocks!!!) pretty damn often. i did a quick check, and let it snow, at almost 19k, is 550 paragraphs. with this new system, i would be forced to upload it in three (3!!!!!) posts! even my shortest chapter of ego, at 8.8k, is 350 paragraphs, and i’d have to split it in two.

this is honestly a formatting nightmare as a writer, and this is a decision that is liable to drive content creators away from the site and change fandom culture as a whole. 

please. if you enjoy reading content on this site and want to continue enjoying content on this site, please don’t let tumblr make things harder for writers! since the tumblr team is supposedly eager to hear what everyone thinks, it would really help if you could message support and share your concern about the issue–maybe we can stop this disaster before it starts.

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can i get a tag in the T.A.? your writing is amazing!!!

hi love! and thank you!! 🥺 i can add a tag for you on the last two chapters i’ve posted!! there’s a sign up sheet in my bio that i usually copy from, so make sure you add yourself to be notified of future chapters! 💙

EDIT: i just tagged you in chapters one and two. DM me if you don’t see the tag and i’ll make a note to fix it in the morning!! ❣️