#30k :3

[regularsystemdeez]

Completely inactionable fetishes are so funny to me. "I wanna be a robot girl and I want you to install a virus on me." Like okay good luck with that.

[river--ghost]

work all night on a drink of rum

daylight come and me wan go home

stack banana til the morning come

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say day

me say day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

a beautiful bunch of ripe banana

daylight come and me wan go home

hide the deadly black tarantula

daylight come and me wan go home

lift six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

six foot seven foot eight foot bunch

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say day

me say day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

come mr tallyman tally me banana

daylight come and me wan go home

dayo

dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

day

me say day

me say day

me say dayo

daylight come and me wan go home

[r-truth]

[disableddyke]

[badolmen]

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[faradaykay]

sometimes you will spend 30 minutes thinking about a character and you will expect to have something coherent to say by the end of that time but the best you can come up with is "they are sooooooo shaped they are so silly i love my blorbo"

[poisongardenz]

happy summer to dykes in tank tops and basketball shorts, goths who's makeup is melting, little kids catching frogs and fireflies, guys who just bring their guitar everywhere now, 13 yr olds very obviously in their emo phase during a family vacation, gas station employees, old people sitting on porches, and dogs swimming at the beach

[locklylemybeloved]

me liking posts from my mutuals hyperfixations that i dont actually understand at all

[gay4elliew]

the way their relationship wasn’t just represented as platonic or romantic but just pure love is so beautiful to me. they’re not just soulmates but their souls were somehow made for each other. they’re are destined together in every timeline. EVERY TIMELINE. it was tragically beautiful and bittersweet. souls intertwined on a singular celestial level; an eternity together in the cosmos. not as lovers or friends or partners but as soulmates. everything was for them. and that truly was such a beautiful thing.

[calamity-bean]

Any recipe that involves a bunch of vegetable chopping yet promises a mere "10 minutes" of prep...... who the fuck do you think I am, man. You think I'm a chef? You think I'm a professional chef with lightning knife skills and impeccable mise en place? These veggies and I are in it for the long haul, my man, we're gonna be spending at LEAST half an hour struggling along together before they're ready to go in the pan

[miabrown007]

Félix: kidnapping is a love language Kagami: you have no social skills, idiot

*two weeks later*

Félix: okay, so when Marinette's at her most vulnerable, I'll gaslight her into thinking I'm her boyfriend, so she'll follow me into an abandoned building where we can put her in an altered mental state and present to her my family's life story in the imaginable most cryptic play of theater she has ever seen, which will reveal to her our horrible secret and the fact that her abusive father-in-law is also her arch-nemesis Kagami: you're so big brained, bae 🥰

[wtl-archive]

Intermission | MADELEINE 1

[Table of Contents]

[Masterpost]

In light of an official Rebecca endorsement I feel the need to make another Tumblr update lmao

And hey, perfect timing too, cause we got the roll credits moment!

[garoujo]

hi guys! unfortunately for now, if it wasn’t obvious i have decided to leave garoujo . . i’ve just not been feeling very great here anymore & as much as i have such an attachment to this blog, it’s become not fun again as it’s beginning to affect my mental state. i’m not going to deactivate for now it will be left here as an option & an archive! i may eventually private eventually but until then it’ll stay.

i’ve made a new possible blog that could be an option after a well needed break from here, but i won’t be publishing the url publicly because i feel like i need a proper fresh start and a clean slate if so. mutuals can still dm me to ask for the new url (ive followed a few already but i’ll still be logged in here to make sure i don’t miss anyone if u ask) but its mostly just a personal one for the time being. also if you happen to come across it on your own eventually, please respect my decision to have it remain completely separate from this one.

i appreciate all the kindness & support that’s been shown to me during my time on this blog despite how much it’s been through. i also want to apologise to anyone who’s ever gotten a negative impression from / of me on here or been roped into any drama surrounding me, i hope we can all just continue to enjoy our time here while we indulge in our silly little hobby!

please remember to be kind & thank you for giving me a place.

- emmie ❤︎

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[vvictuss]

i like to imagine that Morty has a stinky personality in addition to just being a stinky little guy. partially inspired by @incorrect-primarchs-quotes various posts and dumb conversations me and my wife have (@valhallasoutlaw go look at her WH40k art <3)

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: A lil’ something while I or as we wait.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: A short, but a… swaying dance with a seemingly playboy.

𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔: Fairytale by Alexander Rybak.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

‘This man.’ You think, giving a scoff as this absolute stranger pulls you around. Swinging and twirling you around like some sort of puppet to be played with the music. His large hands, black gloved and golden finger chained, rather forceful to make you dance with him.

You’re not quite sure how you gotten into his hands since you were focused on a different person. Trying to reach their side before they do anything stupid like drinking too much for their body weight or getting too flirtatious with others when this tall man in shows up out of the blue, wearing a black and white suit without a blazer with a bit of gold decorating them. Taking you by surprise as he pulls you away with a grin, playing with you and his puppeteering hands.

You try and escape his dance however, and end up back in his grasp when he pulls you back towards him. His figure still grinning down at you with these rather bright amber eyes, looking like they held gold in them to sifter out. His hands dancing across your clothed body with ease as he would repeat this process over and over as you try and escape.

You have half the mind to think this attractive man is just drunk and is having his fill on “dancing” with you, but you don’t really smell a hint of alcohol on him. In fact, this man smells rather great for a prick and great skin care too, playing himself to be a Greek. Though, his appearance and scent doesn’t sway that he might just be a playboy instead. Preying on whoever unfortunate his stuck-up eyes land on, and that seemed to be you tonight.

Huffing again to restrain yourself from clocking the dude with a hook of your fist in front of a couple hundred people. You glare at the man who just grins wider in return when he pulls you back to him once again. His form seamlessly not even breaking a sweat nor a breath with all of his moving around, it was almost weird.

How does a man like him move around gracefully? Without a breath? How does he pull you in? Have this allure to you? It honestly almost feels like this could be a god under disguise, like some sort of Greek shit. Yet, you know better to think that a man of mankind could be a god. It was implausible; impossible even. Not one could achieve to create what one could not, should not without being cut down by a force of unknown.

Suddenly, pulling the man towards you this time, tried of him practically pulling at your muscles. He stumbles just the tiniest bit, not achievable to see by a common eye. His lips slightly faltering with their grin, not expecting such… dominance from you. To take the lead away from him as you dance with him more properly. Your own grin rising from your lips as you lead him, shuffling your feet to the side while holding one of his hands up near your shoulder and placing your hand on his shoulder.

You didn’t think it would be quick and easy to gain control of your own situation. Your hands pushing and pulling at the man to dance with you just like he did with you; even gaining a little twirl. It was almost… peaceful in a way.

No, at first it wasn’t. It was annoying. It messed up with your goal. This man was annoying, and a prick. You should be able to tell by just looking at him. Rich boy mcgee over here. All decorated and prancy with all of his gold and fancy clothing hugging his figure greatly. Man should go back and take an oil bath or something. Maybe even heat up the sauna himself with his body and Egyptian god-like face.

Pulling the man a little forward into you more. You could feel some eyes on you as the man allows it. Stepping into your bubble more while the song gets ready to meet its end as you step back and round him before stepping back in and twirling the man yourself. Your hands switching positions to glide against the sides of him and down his back smoothly. Your fingers grasping into the dip of his spine before pulling him flush forward, chest pressing up against chest as you look up at him with a ‘that’s-how-you-do-it’ look. That is how you swoon someone that is the object of your desires, not pulling them around like a rag-doll.

With a sigh, you slid your hands away from his body. Pulling away when the music stops completely. Your body never turning back to look at the man while you go and hunt down the person you were originally going for. Evading some wobbly, drunk people of this Victorian placed party. Many eyes still following you out when you make an exit out of the room.

The man simply stands there for a moment where you had left him. His golden gaze trailing after you as your true object of attention stumbles away from you. His tongue licking at his lips as another grin slowly rises on his face. A small, low chuckle escaping him while the party around him continues on.