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[ninyard]

okay but the media finding out about andreil but the just dgaf tweets ? your tweets are so funny pls never stop

thank you for the inspiration

it’s less so “don’t give a fuck” and more so “what the fuck” but I might just do a part two for andrew and he certainly will be not giving a fuck

was gonna have him tweet this screenshot after everyone is like IS THAT ANDREW?!?!?

[losersimonriley]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (If you feel like it, no pressure.) Spread the self-love ❤️

OOOHH this was so hard, I feel like my favs change daily lol. But I think this is a good representation of one’s I’m particularly proud of:

Isn’t he pretty in pink (dbh, connor/gavin)

First light (cod, ghost/soap)

Headshot holidays (cod, ghost/soap)

Breathe (dbh, connor/gavin, still in wip purgatory)

Music of the night (pacific rim, newt/hermann)

[drunkonimagination]

Do you ever think about little Thomas and Alastair in their corner of the Institute’s library poring over various manuscripts from their favourite composers? Do you ever think of Alastair excitedly explaining the notation choice behind some of Scarlatti’s and Beethoven’s and Chopin’s works? Or Tom taking inspiration from the way lyricists throughout the ages used music to tell stories? Or Alastair teaching Tom the songs in the Shahnameh? Or Alastair and Tom singing together? Because I do 😭😭😭

📝 new reason to cry

[blairwld]

I wish I could tell you that life after your 20’s causes the clouds to part and you automatically consume all the knowledge of the universe in an instant, but in reality you just stop giving as much of a shit and realize that a majority of people don’t care about anything. And the ones that do, suck. And they become easier to ignore.

Wishing you well in your life journey, friend 💕 Take care!

[hermajsty-a]

@bsqvad asked: Children didn't visit the Agency often, but those who did had usually experienced something traumatic. While the tired-looking man she came in with spoke to his coworkers, Ranpo approached the young girl. He dropped to one knee, lowering himself to her level, and held out a cherry-flavored lollipop just like the one he had in his own mouth currently. “  I have an extra, would you like it ?  ” / for Eri!

eri was saved by the agency . with special powers of being able to revert organic materials to a previous state she was used for not so good things. after entering the new building and being told to not move she looked around her, anxiety in her eyes. her eyes moving quickly watching all the people around her. her thoughts racing, are they going to hurt her ? sure they seemed nice, but the others did too at first. she was afraid that eventually they would turn on her.

her eyes landed on a tired looking man who seemed to be approaching her. eri flinches a little when he dropped to her level, thinking he was gonna hurt her. once she calmed down enough, eri looked at the treat it was something she never had before. carefully , the young girl grabbed a hold of it before bringing it close to her. she looked at him once more, watching how to eat it before gently putting it in her mouth. it was hard . she couldn't bite down on it, which is weird to her, but the cherry flavor that exploded in her mouth was pleasant. causing her eyes to open in response.

❝ it's yummy , thank you sir . ❞

[trials-era-sam]

Boop!

BOOP RIGHT BACK KITTYCAT

[momoiro-hime]

Barbie The Movie | Do NOT repost or use without permission.  

[erwinsvow]

Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃

"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.

"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.

"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.

he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.

"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.

"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"

"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.

"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.

he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.

"got that right, kid."

[wasyago]

Wamchurs? 🥺 giggling wamchurs?

hugs <:3

was having a bad day but then remembered i can draw happy ranchers instead of being sad. genuinely helped! so thank you hybby <3

[lotus-pear]

i realize i haven't been active in the bsd fandom so much as of late but i'd like to make a psa since i have a large reach over my target audience.

do NOT engage with the dazai anon. at all. if they reblog your post with hateful or slanderous messages, do not engage them. the reason they are so active is bc they continue to feed off the engagement you give them in the form of snide replies.

i know you're trying to preserve your dignity or deter them or tell them off for good in the hopes that they will not bother you again, but this WILL NOT WORK. they will keep coming back all because you've mentally established that their comments get to you. that they can say something cruel and harmful and they will get a strongly worded reply that lets them justify the racism, homophobia, and other hate they will then project onto you.

i do not care if you think you're helping the situation by telling them to fuck off.

you are making it worse. i will say it again.

YOU ARE MAKING IT WORSE.

do not engage with the dazai anon under any circumstances. report them. block them. never directly contact them at all. i hope this will be of use to some people bc i've been witnessing harassment directed towards certain individuals all week. please stay safe.

(PLEASE REBLOG THIS BTW. this is for people's safety and i'd like to get it out there. ppl are still making the same mistakes and replying to this jackass and then getting cyberbullied in turn)

[chanrizard]

gremlinisms [grɛmlɪnizəms] (noun) ⁝⁝ 20 / ?? playful, mischievous behavior adopted by cute dongsaengs when they’re feeling particularly feisty .

241117 | DominATE Tokyo © ChanStargazing

[erabu-san]

Imitate

Bonus Tighnari's POV :

[teddybeartoji]

mating press with toji but he can't keep still, he'ss fucking u so hard that your still managing to get pushed up higher on the bed and he just chases you up the mattress until ur cornered on the headboard and he's just growling, telling u to stop running away from him even tho you arent !!!

PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE🥴🥴🥴🥴 HE'S SOOO DEEP INSIDE YOU AND HE'S SOOSO HEAVY ON TOP OF YOU IT'S SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING AND IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD THAT IT HAS YOU SOBBINGG

you're both covered in sweat and it's all soooosoo messy like the slick sounds that come every time he slams his hips into yours are just fucking filthy. and you are trying to back off a little, just a little because you can't even breathe properly but then he's there. still right on top of you, his big thighs pressing down against yours while his one hand supports his upper body and his other goes to cradle your neck. and then he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes glued to your teary ones. you're not going anywhere now. he's got you locked in this delicious position and it's enough to push you over the edge again. so you're crying out under him, your body twitching so hard bc it's just too fucking much that you feel like you're almost gonna pass out.

but he fucks you through it, his raspy voice praising you – telling you how good you are for him and how good you feel. telling you that he loves you. as he cums, he pushes his hips into yours one last time and then he stays there, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face bc he just needs to make sure that you feel his love<333333333

[nottsangel]

hiiii love ur work!!

if u can pleaseeeee write more about pervy coach! art,, need him like air,, need him to push me to my limit w training and then praise me for making him so proud 🥰🥰🥰

“i— i can’t anymore art, i’m too tired!” you cry out, panting as you run from side to side, trying to hit each ball art passes your way. you’d be lying to yourself if said you aren’t attracted to your coach— so you try to impress him every chance you can, pushing yourself to your limits and striving to improve, even if it’s just for a tiny bit of praise.

“oh, come on! you can do it, i know you can! five more minutes and then we’re done!” he encouragingly yells over the net as he serves another ball your way. he attentively watches you with his hand resting on his hip, closely observing your movements as you drag your feet over the court with the little energy you have. you barely hit each ball, but feel relieved that you’re at least still able to satisfy your coach.

“that’s it, we’re done!” the words coming from his mouth feel like a relief, causing you to instantly fall down to the ground, arms and legs spread like a snow angel as your chest heaves up and down. you hear soft footsteps approaching before a shadow forms over you. art looks down at you with a satisfied smile on his face as he stretches his arms out and lifts you back up, the slight physical contact already making your heart race in your chest.

“good job, baby” you feel your cheeks heat up at the pet name, trying hard to disguise your instant shyness. it makes you wonder if he calls other girls similar names— but you choose to believe it’s just you.

“hm. i don’t know. i could’ve done better.”

“baby, don’t be so hard on yourself. you did great, okay? you should be proud of yourself. i certainly am very proud of you.”

“you are?” you stare at him with sparkling eyes, catching yourself wanting to hear more of his praise as you walk to the exit together, still trying to catch your breath— he’s so subtle, you don’t even notice him walking slightly behind you, secretly staring at your ass swaying from side to side as you walk.

“are you crazy? of course i am! you know i’m always proud of you, right? my best girl, after all.” he playfully ruffles his hand through your hair before snatching your racket from you to carry it, his hand purposely brushing against your tits. “let’s go get something to eat. you must be starving, hm?”

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[thepunkmuppet]

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[peace-hunter]

Hi! I love your Ghost Primes with Optimus AU! It’s so good.

I have a question though, do the Decepticons know that Optimus can see the 13 prime ghosts or do they just get increasingly confused each time they fight?

Thank you for the lovely artwork!!

oh they Know something funky is going on for sure lmao

a little more serious answer: they can tell something is going on with optimus and they desperately want to pretend it's not. they don't want to know how he's aware of things he shouldn't be, how he knows stuff that should have long been forgotten, how he seems to be more familiar with them than he should be. how sometimes he speaks and it's like the dead are talking through him. how sometimes he will answer to empty air and somehow they can just tell what he's responding to. who he is talking to.

they Know. and they really, really want to pretend they don't.

they already carry the guilt of failing them once. the idea of doing it once more is unbearable and they'd rather deceive themselves than face it. they'd rather their friends stay dead and gone than think of them seeing what they've become.

haunted au