#18/23

[askacultleader]

Remember, it could always be worse!

"It could?!"

[peridyke]

I like how people on tumblr/twitters examples of irredeemable media are always coincidentally media that had been highly popular online 5 years prior and would, say, potentially be something a young adult might be embarrassed about having liked as a teenager at one point

[angelnumber27]

the amount of damage I did to myself thinking I wasn’t going to live past like 23…

[anotherpapercut]

just had an absolutely sickening conversation with a 20 year old I work with wherein I had to impress upon her that her and her friends need to be extremely cautious going to the gay clubs right now with increasing attacks happening. make sure any very young, very newly adult queer people in your life know that we're a family and community and part of that is being willing to fight for your siblings lives if they're under attack. even if it's a person you despise, you stick up for your family and they will stick up for you. we are all we have. the cops refuse to help, and so do most people outside the community. we cannot survive without each other

[purewasteland]

we both played to that a little more.

get to truly create moments that aren't on the page.

[grogumaximus]

[alkylic]

that meme that everyone drew ten days ago

[deuynndoodles]

[ID: A colored, digital two page comic featuring Danny and Jazz from Danny Phantom. Danny wears a baggy hoodie over a shirt and jeans. Jazz wears a v-neck sweater and shorts.

Fentonworks, after curfew: Danny reaches for the doorknob to his bedroom, breathing out and gripping his shoulder.

"Where were you?" says Jazz, hands on her hips, making Danny jump. "Look, I know that Mom and Dad don't really care, but I do. You can trust me." She looks sad. "What's going on with you?"

"None of your business, Jazz." He looks irritated. He reaches for the doorknob again, muttering, "Just lemme sleep."

"Wait!" is written in all caps. Jazz reaches out, pulling at the hood of his jacket. Danny turns and raises his arm out of his hoodie, revealing an ectoplasmic injury. "Fuck off!" he yells.

Jazz pulls her hand away, startling backwards. Then, she looks sad as she says, "Oh, Danny…"

Fade out. They now stand in the Fentonworks bathroom, with Danny sitting on the toilet and Jazz hovering over him, cleaning a wound on his left shoulder. He's now in a binder and the original ectoplasmic wound has been treated. She scolds him and he grins nervously, curling in on himself. End ID.]

happy holidays @torscrawls !

[teatitty]

Funniest KakaIru first meeting to me is if they're forced to be roommates for whatever reason and Iruka just. Has no fucking idea who Kakashi is. Sure he's heard of the guy's reputation and stuff but how is he supposed to know that Kakashi-the-roommate is the same as Kakashi-the-infamous-shinobi? The Kakashi he knows is laidback and lazy and sleeps in until 11 and reads on the ceiling and uses the baby voice on his dogs

And Kakashi has no idea who Iruka is either. Yeah yeah he's heard about some delinquent kid who gave Asuma grey hairs early but the Iruka he knows mutters curses under his breath when he can't find something in the flat and reads historical drama's and slips his dogs extra treats when he thinks Kakashi isn't looking and stays up way too late doing work unless you bodily drag him off to bed

So you can imagine the tonal whiplash they both get when the shoe finally drops

[kyouka-supremacy]

Atsushi is so stupid actually all he had to do is say “every time you don't kill someone you get a kiss (from me)” and forget six months, Akutagawa would have not killed anyone for the rest of his life.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Just thinking about how 9-1-1 is a network television show and Evan Buckley is a stereotypical hot, macho man. How this show isn't niche or 'gay'. How people from all walks of life watch this show. Millions of people watch this show.

Someone out there watched tonight's episode and realized they've felt that way before. They realized they aren't alone.

Someone out there watched that episode and gained a better understanding of how people can figure out their sexuality later in life.

Someone out there watched tonight and saw that there isn't one way to be queer.

Someone's parents watched that episode tonight and realized that just because their kid isn't stereotypically gay or bi or queer, that doesn't make their sexuality less valid.

Someone watched this episode and realized that just because their friend/sibling/cousin/etc has only dated the opposite gender before, that doesn't mean they can't be bisexual

This episode matters so much. It matters so much.

[goldenpinof]

okay

[walkswithmyfather]

John 14:18-21,23 (NLT). “No, I will not abandon you as orphans—I will come to you. [19] Soon the world will no longer see me, but you will see me. Since I live, you also will live. [20] When I am raised to life again, you will know that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. [21] Those who accept my commandments and obey them are the ones who love me. And because they love me, my Father will love them. And I will love them and reveal myself to each of them...Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them.”

Matthew 28:20b (AMP). “...I am with you always [remaining with you perpetually—regardless of circumstance, and on every occasion], even to the end of the age.”

John 14:2-3 )NLT). [2] There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? [3] When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.”

[veritas-scribblings]

buzz - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 977 [explicit / NSFW]

[inspired by @lexithwrites's post, which appeared in my feed: terribly sorry for doing this again, I will stop!]

Regulus has always been a little bit sceptical about it all. Insanity runs in his family, you see, and he has been somewhat hesitant to tempt fate. Some days, Regulus thinks that perhaps that’s where everything went wrong with his mother and Sirius, all the high-running emotions between them, the screaming, the manipulations and emotional blackmail. All the gaslighting. There’s definitely something diagnosable going on, in his not-so-professional opinion. Some days, Regulus thinks that insanity is closer to him than he would like. After the whole business with Cousin Bellatrix and that cult she’d run off to join…well, ‘fate’ seems to have a choke hold on the family.

So, when Regulus finds himself laying on the floor with Barty, drinking cider and smoking a spliff, he would like to think that his first thought was something along the lines of, ‘I should probably exercise some caution here.’

Unfortunately, though, that had not been his first thought.

His first thought had been, ‘It’s not so bad as a joint, right? Maybe the hypothetical schizophrenia won’t be so bad either.’

His second thought had been, ‘Why was I worried to begin with? What are even problems? No problems exist in my world.’

His third thought had led him to cheese, which had led him to seeking out the bag of shredded mozzarella he knows is kept in Barty’s fridge. Which had led Barty to laughing hysterically at him, and then joining Regulus in eating a good half of the bag. Which had led to even more hysterical laughing, because there they were cuddled up on the floor sharing a 500gm bag of shredded cheese and it had seemed like the funniest situation they’d ever been in. 

Honestly, Regulus isn’t too sure what had happened in the middle or who had moved first. It may have been Barty, because Barty is always handsy when he’s high (or, at least, more handsy than when he’s not high, because Barty tends to always be a bit handsy). It may have been Regulus, because about 10km back Regulus had decided that cuddles are exactly what he is all about.

Now, Regulus has discovered several things. He has discovered that Barty tastes like smoke and cider and shredded cheese. That Barty bites when he kisses. That Barty is a wicked, clever kisser and Regulus regrets not kissing him sooner. That Barty seems to enjoy cradling the back of Regulus’s neck and running his hands through Regulus’s hair. That running his tongue over Barty’s tongue piercing is a fascinating experience, though he hasn’t quite worked out what to actually do with the little ball of metal just yet. 

And now, Regulus is laying on the floor of Barty’s small one-bedroom apartment and some time ago his trousers and pants left his person, and he’s wrapped around Barty, one leg hooked around him, and he’s riding Barty’s thigh like his life absolutely depends on it. Like his body has a mind of its own. 

And it feels good. Barty feels good. Barty feels incredible. Regulus is high, and not on spliff, because there are fireworks shooting through his entire body, exploding at every rock of his hips, and his brain has clearly evacuated due to the danger. 

Distantly, he is aware that there are two thought trains travelling through his brain right now. The first thought train is headed somewhere within the vicinity of: Barty is family and we don’t do this with family and what if this fucks with everything between us, I can’t lose my best friend. The second thought train, the one Regulus has long boarded, is headed towards: why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner, this is the best idea ever, why have we wasted all these years not doing this. 

Regulus gasps, shivers when Barty’s slides his hands behind him and guides Regulus’s hips to grind down on his thigh harder. Regulus is dizzy. Everything about his world feels louder. Every brush of Barty’s skin against his is electric, euphoric, and he isn’t sure whether it’s from the spliff or from the sheer bliss washing through him in waves. 

Distantly, Regulus is aware that he’s moaning, whimpering, that his head is tipped back, that Barty is sucking and biting at his neck between saying something that Regulus can’t make out because it sounds like a huge blur of words strung together.

‘Fuck,’ Regulus gasps, ‘fuck, fuck,’ and then louder, startled as Barty pulls away to sit back on his haunches, ‘Fuck, what! What the fuck!’

Barty grins, laughing a little like he has been struck with the most amazing idea. He runs his hands over Regulus’s bare legs, trails the tips of his fingers across the wetness smeared along the insides of his thighs. His eyes are sparkling, though a little bit dazed. 

And then he goes down between Regulus’s legs; Regulus’s head spins and his breath hitches. He knows it’s coming, but he can’t grasp a single coherent thought well enough to not completely lose himself when it finally does come.

The first slide of Barty’s tongue through his wetness has Regulus weak and swearing loudly and filthily. He’s already so sensitive there and Barty doesn’t take things slowly (he never does). He runs his tongue directly over Regulus’s swollen arousal before taking him into his mouth. And he sucks mercilessly, rubbing his tongue back and forth, driving Regulus higher and higher and higher.

Barty pulls back suddenly, just a little, and Regulus whimpers at the loss of his touch, hands flying down to try and grab Barty's head to bring him back into place.

‘I knew it,’ Barty says. His grin is wolfish. He laughs, and Regulus can feel his breath in hot puffs between his legs. ‘I always knew you’d taste amazing.’

And then Barty goes back down, slides his tongue to tease between Regulus’s folds, takes Regulus into his mouth again. Regulus slams his hand down onto the carpet and swears, bucking into his mouth.

And he comes undone.

[autisticaradiamegido]

day 23

idk if ive told yall about my roommate's cat. but he is so so old. and he loves to be on your lap so so much. and he gets so comfy and you feel so bad about moving him because hes literally just a little tiny small little old man who needs his nap time. but also sometimes you have Tasks to do.