#Anon

[hellsitegenetics]

How about I mix your genes with my genes? We're so compatible,and our bodies know it

come on man

[paper-mario-wiki]

what’s the point anymore?

you're allowed to give up any time you like, but if you do you have to acknowledge to yourself that everyone else has continued to keep going, and wonder to yourself why.

either everyone else is wrong about the state of things and their continued efforts are fools errands, OR it's just you who might need to spend some time readjusting your world view. ask yourself, are things actually over for you, or is the world as you know it just changing in a way that makes it feel like it's over because what qualifies as "the norm" has been forced to reshape itself? it can certainly be exhausting to try and keep up, so i wouldnt blame you for not knowing the difference right away.

perhaps the reason you feel like the apocalypse is happening only now is because it's been brought to your door for the first time in your life. you're not wrong to be scared, nor are you wrong to be tired. but you are wrong in thinking there's no point in trying, like in the grand scheme of history it's never been more over than it is in this moment. that's a very self-centered perspective to have.

there's no "correct" way to live life, which might be your main thing to learn. we've been led to believe that there is, because in mankind's addiction to efficiency we've created a self-perpetuating myth of "a life well lived"; something that is impossible to quantify, and impossible to replicate flawlessly. it mostly looked like going through school, getting a trade skill, going into the work force, making or perpetuating your family, and retiring on your own property. and now, because the channels that were once available to most people to access those things have become a luxury that disappearingly few are able to actually utilize, it feels like there's no way to live life "correctly" anymore at all. it feels like everything we try to do takes the form of a hollow echo of the idea we were led to believe was our future.

but i can assure you of this:

as long as you have food in your belly

as long as you have something that makes you laugh when you can

as long as you have something that helps you cry when you need to

as long as you feel okay asking for help with those things

there is something to wake up for, and something to keep trying for. it doesnt matter if it feels fake to you. it only matters if it works for you, because that's the only person you really need to live for.

i phrase this all in a very matter-of-fact way, because i do not know you and i cannot know your situation, nor can i feign like i have a great emotional need to help you. all the same, i hope that you won't take it as a cold or apathetic answer. it's important that you know i typed it all out because i hope that it will encourage you to stay with us.

[markscherz]

Are you still around my froggy friend

Oh yes very much so. I just got back from Madagascar last week, and the backlog of work that has accumulated, as well as the new work that the expedition brought with it, have left me precious little time for social media! But I promise I am here!

Here’s a sneak peak of one of the incredible creatures I got to see on this trip: Heterixalus alboguttatus

A little taster of the good things to come!

[strictly-breeder-north-texas]

Always

reblog if you’re in the mood for anons rn

Always

[morverenmaybewrites]

What traits are they attracted to for jason n pg please💖 :0

What traits are they attracted to? | Jason Todd x Reader

I think if someone were to ask this of Jason—maybe Dick in a thoughtless fit during a particularly boring stakeout, Jason would reply with a scowl and an embarrassed shrug. He wouldn’t bother to answer and let the silence lapse into something uncomfortable.

After all, he’ll think to himself—what would be the point in answering?

He’s legally dead in Gotham City, a vigilante with a bounty on his head.

It’s not exactly like he’s spoiled for choice in the dating realm.

And—adds a nasty little voice in the back of his head, one that sounds eerily like the Joker (even dead he haunts Jason like a ghost)—there’s the scars.

His torture under Joker’s hands had left him his body a patchwork of scars and knotted flesh. And each one of them tells a story: the splash marks on his back where the Joker slowly dripped acid on him, watching it eat away at the flesh and boil the fat. The ring of thickened skin around his throat, where he had once (once?) been strangled with piano wire.

And then

(And then—)

There’s the brand.

He’s seen how people react to it—even in a place in Gotham City, brands are not something one sees often. It speaks of an intimacy to violence that even Gothamites are uncomfortable with.

His face is something that makes people look away. The quick, almost imperceptible widening of their eyes, then the averted gaze.

As if he were something hideous

(He is hideous.)

The voice again, snide and burning in acidic, like the slow drip of chemicals on his back, blackening the skin and boiling the fat.

(And he so hungry, that he feels his stomach rumble at the smell of his own burning flesh. There is a certain kind of humiliation in that, an animal kind of shame: the knowledge that, if given the choice, he would have eaten his own flesh just to ease the ache in belly.)

The question echoes in his head, and it sounds uncomfortably like laughter: Who would ever want him?

So when asked—what traits does he find attractive?—he doesn’t answer. He bites his tongue, he pretends he doesn’t care. But in reality, he just doesn’t see the point.

After all, what is the point of answering, when no one else would find him attractive?

Jason has his work, his missions, and his purpose as a vigilante.

He has more than he ever had as a street rat in East End, palms cracked and bleeding as he sorts through yesterday’s trash to maybe find something that will ease the gnaw of hunger in his belly.

(The smell of his own burning flesh.)

He has a safe house, something to keep the rain off his head and to keep him warm during the winter. He has a gun to protect himself.

He has a purpose.

Except.

(Except.)

God help him, he wants more.

There is a hunger to Jason Todd that he is afraid that he will never be quite able to fill.

It is an orphan’s hunger, shared with every abandoned street rat that ever lived in the gutters of East End.

It is a hunger for a roof over one’s head, one that is not made of rotten plywood and stained tarpaulin. A gnawing ache in their belly for a meal that does not have to be fought for at every turn.

A longing for a home, a place to belong.

God help him, he wants to be held dear.

He wants a roof over his head that is not just made of four walls, a place, however safe, that is only ever somewhere to lay his head on for the night.

He wants a meal that isn’t fought for or eaten absentmindedly for nourishment during long stakeouts.

He wants someplace to come home to, somewhere warm to keep out the cold. He wants warm coffee on cold mornings and soft music playing on an old speaker, and he wants someone’s smile when he talks about his favorite book.

God help him, he wants you.

(And yet, and yet.)

Who would ever want him?

So when asked, he does not answer. He replies with a scowl and an embarassed shrug, and he’ll let the silence lapse into something uncomfortable.

After all, what would be the point in answering when no one else would ever find him attractive?

[frownyalfred]

The idea of a known Superbat but not even Lois or thr Kent's know yet that Brucie is Batman

Clark having to try and explain/defend some of Brucies more outrageous moments

The hilarious part is that 80% of it truly has no good or acceptable explanation so I imagine Clark is like me and defaults to his Midwestern roots. Which just means relentless apologizing and taking responsibility for things that are absolutely not his fault or his to fix.

Clark, watching Brucie do coke off the bullpen desks with some new interns at the Daily Planet Christmas party: you know --

Lois: don't even say it.

Clark -- I'm really really sorry about this, Lo--

Lois: Clark. Clark.

Clark: oh god I'm so sorry, please let me clean it up don't even worry about it.

[devotion-disorder]

holy shit you actually drew something over my silly dream, devo. genuinely felt like i was going to pass out seeing it LMAO. unfortunately no more elf dreams, i have dreamt about harper from dol 👎 do not recommend. even in the dreamscape that man is freaky as hell. maybe when i get the chance i'll write something for them (the elves in my head) if that's okay, because they really do haunt my psyche. anyway, much love devo, hope all is well and don't forget to get something to eat. luv u.

sowwy about your elf-haunted psyche but also i think harper would be SO annoying about it if he knew you were dreaming about him

[authorhjk1]

May I suggest SNSD's Seohyun? Because she's definitely MILF (Maknae I'd love to f***) material. Especially because her outfit couldn't handle the fullness of her body, it had to give up on her somehow…

https://kpopping.com/documents/ec/1/2000/221231-Seohyun-KBS-Drama-Awards-documents-3.jpeg?v=1fb1e

https://kpopping.com/documents/b1/0/1000/221231-Seohyun-documents-1.jpeg?v=9834a

Or this could do as another option:

https://kpopping.com/documents/02/4/1460/DvryzVOUUAElz74.jpeg?v=851e7

https://kpopping.com/documents/d3/4/1152/DvryzVOUYAAImie.jpeg?v=2951b

Heck you can make it even two related stories, which sounds even better! Cheers!

Sparkling White

(Seohyun X Male Reader)

"Who do we have here?"

Yoona walks up to you and gives you a hug.

"Hello, noona. Long time no see."

You should've known she would be here too. It's an award show for actors and actresses after all.

"Yes, a shame you're busy these days. The new set of videos you're shooting is really intriguing. Too bad I don't qualify."

She uses one hand to straighten your tie, while the other reaches down, grazing against your crotch.

"But I wouldn't mind a quick fuck later at my place."

"We'll see about that. Depends on how much she is gonna wear me out."

Yoona glances at the name on the door next to you.

"Oh, she's gonna wear you out alright."

Tugging at your tie, she makes you lean down. Yoona gives you a quick kiss, before moving her mouth to your ear.

"But I haven't had your cock in months."

You smile as you stand straight again.

"Well, your Onlyfans account is doing really well, even without me fucking you."

"This isn't about work. Just wanna have your dick."

Yoona's pout doesn't fit the filth that's coming out of her mouth.

"I'll text you when I'm done here."

Yoona's face suddenly lights up.

"Great!"

She walks past you on her way to get back to the main event.

You take out your camera and start the recording. After making sure that you showed who's dressing room this is, you knock on the door.

"Come in please!"

Her sweet voice makes you smile as you open the door. The two of you haven't had the pleasure of working together yet. But you've met her a couple of times before.

Seohyun' eyes light up when she recognizes you.

"Oh, hi!"

"Hello, Seohyun."

You point the camera at her as you talk.

"Like everyone else who makes an appearance, I wanted to surprise you. As you might know, I'm currently shooting a set of videos called MILF. Which means 'Maknae I'd love to fuck'."

Seohyun nods excitedly and smiles into the camera.

"After our last guest, Dreamcatcher's Gahyun, my subscribers voted for you. Seohyun, would you like to sit down and introduce yourself?"

"Of course."

She takes a seat in the chair she probably sat on before you knocked.

"Hi, everyone! I'm SNSD's maknae Seohyun! We are currently at the KBS Drama Awards. I was just about to join my bandmate Yoona at the main event, but I just got pleasantly surprised."

She ends her self introduction by wiggling her eyebrows at you.

"Perfect. A lot of people know you as a member of SNSD and an actress and of course you do have a couple of videos on your group's OF. But is there a reason to why you don't have your own account?"

Seohyun seems to think about your question for a second, before answering.

"I think I'm just not really an active person, you know? I do like to enjoy myself from time to time, but I never bothered with doing independent stuff."

"Interesting. That probably means that most viewers won't know much about your preferences or kinks when it comes to sex. Would you like to share some of those?"

Seohyun smiles at you, before responding. This short interview has always been part of your, so far 20 video long, series and the maknaes all seem to enjoy it.

"The first thing that comes to mind are blowjobs. I really like giving them. Especially when I get all sloppy and messy. I'm not a big fan of the really rough stuff, but the bigger the better."

She winks at you after her last comment, before she continues. Despite basically every legal idol doing OF, they usually don't watch each other's content. So you're happy to hear that Seohyun doesn't just know about your little series, but probably watched a couple of your videos already.

"I don't really have a favorite position, I think. I just like it when the man takes control. Throw me on the bed, bend me over, pick me up..."

Seohyun nods.

"That's what makes me wet."

"Now, I'd usually ask you another question or two, but I have to admit, you look amazing today. So why don't we trade places and get started?"

"Sounds great."

Seohyun gives you that sweet smile as she stands up. After sitting down, you realize Seohyun is already kneeling in front of you. You make sure the camera captures her your crotch as she unbuckles your belt and opens your pants. Once she takes your cock out, Seohyun gives the tip a kiss, before opening her mouth. You lean back a little as her lips wrap around your cock. The camera doesn't just film her sucking you off, but also shows off Seohyun's amazing cleavage.

The young woman quickly gets into it, visibly enjoying having her mouth full. Her tongue is pressed flat against the underside of your shaft and one hand is stroking your base where he lips can't reach.

"I have to admit-"

You groan as Seohyun takes your tip down her throat.

"I have to admit, you give amazing head."

"I'm just enjoying myself here."

She gives you a cheeky smile, before resuming her blowjob. You notice how she becomes a but sloppier as time goes on. Soon, your cock is drenched in saliva. Spit occasionally escapes the corners of her mouth. You zoom in on her full cleavage, the top of her tits now partially glazed with her own spit.

When she takes you further down her throat, you have to rest your arm on the makeup table next you. She really seems to know what she's doing. Her head expertly bobs up and down, her hand keeps stroking your base. As she looks up at you and the camera, you see the amused sparkle in her eyes. She knows how good she's making you feel and she's proud of it.

"Damn, Seohyun. If you keep this up, this will be a short video."

"Oh, no. We can't have that."

You almost let out a sigh of relief when she lifts her head off your cock.

"After all, this is about you fucking me and not about me making you nut down my throat."

Her words make you help her up, not wanting to wait any longer. Remembering what she said earlier, you bend her over the table, making her face the mirror behind it.

"You're gonna make me watch myself getting plowed from behind?"

Her naughty smile speaks volumes.

"Yeah, can't wait for that pussy of yours."

You reach under her dress and hike it up, until it's bunched up around her waist. Revealing her ass in the process, you give one of her cheeks a teasing kiss. As you align your wet cock with her pussy, you make sure the camera captures how you push into her.

Seohyun braces herself against the table as you start to fuck her. It quickly becomes obvious how much she's really enjoying watching herself. She bites her lip, moans louder and louder and even gives the mirror a lick while winking at the camera.

Your free hand is holding her waist as you thrust into her without a break. Her pussy is tightly wrapped around your length, her saliva from earlier enabling you to use her smooth walls at a steady pace.

"Yes, give it to me."

Seohyun sighs, her mouth hanging open as she takes your pounding.

"Give it to me hard."

You keep thrusting into her, pushing her against the table again and again. Looking at the mirror, you notice how her tits threaten to spill out of her dress. You watch her cleavage move in the rhythm of your thrusts. Your hands move from her waist to her tits, squeezing them through the dress.

"That feels good."

Seohyun closes her eyes as you keep groping her chest. She gets more into it, the longer you fuck her. You know the video is a little shaky, but no one will mind. It's Seohyun's pussy you're fucking. Everyone will understand.

"Damn, your big cock is gonna make me cum."

Her moan comes as a surprise to you. Sometimes, some of the girl fake an orgasm here and there, or take longer in general. But you can feel how Seohyun's pussy is already squeezing your cock, wanting to milk you dry. Her impending orgasm is definitely a real one.

"I'm gonna make you cum on it like a little slut."

You whisper into her ear, hoping the microphone on the camera got that.

"Oh fuck!"

Seohyun cums shortly after these words leave your lips. You focus the camera on her mouth, capturing how her lips quiver, how she moans your name, how her lust filled eyes stare back. And only you can feel how her pussy contracts around you. Her walls hug you tighter than ever before. Her saliva mixes with her juices, making her cunt a slippery slope.

"Fuck, I'm close too."

You don't know if Seohyun likes cream pies and you don't wanna ruin her dress.

"What do you say about me making you nut down my throat?"

Her teasing smile makes you chuckle.

"On your knees then."

Your cock leaves the warmth of her pussy, just so her lips can wrap themselves around it only a couple of seconds later. You know it's gonna be a short couple of seconds, but Seohyun is making them count. She sucks the juices off your length and takes half of your cock down her throat.

"Fuck. You're throat is something."

You're able to groan out a moment before you finally climax. You shoot your load down Seohyun's throat, just like she wanted. When you're completely done, you let her clean you up, before you pull out of her mouth.

After the formalities and ending the video, you and Seohyun give each other a hug.

"Thanks for coming by, it was an honor."

You reciprocate her warm smile.

"I had a lot of fun."

"I could tell."

You offer her your phone and she puts her number in.

"Does your company want the uncut version?"

"Probably, yes."

"I'll send it to you."

Seohyun gets on her tip toes and kisses you.

"Don't hesitate to call, if you're up for round two."

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Hi, everyone!

Hope you enjoyed the story. It got a little longer than usual, but I really started to get onto the concept. There'll definitely be more parts of this theme in the future. And you can probably tell, who will be appearing in the next colour chapter.

Stay healthy!

[simpjaes]

I took some time off of Tumblr and while I was gone I’ve been thinking about one specific scenario— Sucking Jay off WITH Jake(or the other way around wtv) so it’s all messy and gross with two pairs of lips and two tongues on one cock but you don’t care because I mean it’s Jayke…

Jake's plush lips always did something for you, but the fact that he was your boyfriend's best friend kept you from actually letting that feeling take hold.

Apparently, those same lips did something for Jay too. You had mentioned threesomes to him several times but when you offered up the idea that you wanted it to be with Jake, and not another girl.... he accepted?

Given. You always knew Jay was bisexual, as were you. Both quite open with the relationship but never pointing to friends as a third. Until you brought it up, of course. "What about Jake?" You had said, eager to be stuffed with two cocks. "That could work, plus, he's single." And, well, it does work. In more ways than one. You had never questioned Jake's sexuality, but the fact that he accepted gave you two assumptions. 1.) he wants to live a porn fantasy, or 2.) he likes sucking cock. Which is great for you....and your boyfriend. You watch the way those lips suck shortly after kissing you, and licking your pussy. Jake worships him the same way you do, moaning desperately, blinking his eyes up at your boyfriend as if he's asking for praise. And Jay gives it. He always gives it. "So good-" He awkwardly compliments at first, thrusting up and watching you, his very own girlfriend push Jake's head down. "Fuck." Jake moans in response, restricting his throat around what's yours. "didn't know he could-" Jay breathes, swallowing around a moan before continuing. "take a...my cock like this." You smile at both of them, dipping your head under the tight space of Jake's chin and sucking at Jay's balls. You listen closely to Jay and the way both you and jake worship what you want to be fucked with. You, what you want to be fucked with. Because unfortunately, this threesome involves you getting fucked, and if jake wants it too, he's going to have to answer to you.

[pirateprincessjess]

Ghost in the Shell isnt for trans people you stupid poser. It’s about cool cyborgs killing terrorists. It not political. Stip making things political. It’s got nothing to do with all your identity bullshit.

Ah yes. Ghost in the shell is a notoriously apolitical franchise that has nothing to do with identity. So true anon.

[hellsitegenetics]

when i was in middle school i was a super insecure kid so i tried way too hard to be funny. also i was a gluttonous beast of sorts (important to the story). back in the day everyone had to wait in the cafeteria until school actually started. my friends had decided to congregate around a bunch of m&ms someone had spilled. we didn't know who's they were or how long they had been there, but for some reason i thought it was a good idea to joke about eating them? when people said i wouldn't actually do it i was emboldened. i ate every single m&m off the floor. all of them. it torments me to remember because nobody asked me to do all that. anyways do you guys prefer boobs or ass

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Closest match: Anerastia lotella genome assembly, chromosome: 12 Common name: Sandhill Knot-Horn

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[ln4wins]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGdruavGJ/

I love him an abnormal amount. Why didn't he get the suit memo 😅

no bcs he looks so good in this fit anyway!

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween Shana! Would really be interested to see Sirius and Mollys conversation at the black house during Phoenixes dont take orders in Siat 😍 Otherwise gimme your fave rare pair <3

When Dean filches his brother's address from the registrar's office, he thinks it has to be a mistake. Sam couldn't afford to live here if he sold both kidneys. He couldn't afford to live here if he had a fucking kidney selling side hustle.

Breaking into this place is out of the question, so instead of sneaking in during the middle of the night, he shows up bright and early and gives the doorman his most charming grin. "I'm here for Sam Winchester."

"Is he expecting you?" he asks, bored.

Dean's smile doesn't dim. "Not exactly. I'm his brother."

That gets some life in the doorman's eyes and he checks his computer. "Dean Winchester?"

What the fuck. Apparently Sam does live here. "Got it in one."

"Right this way, sir," he says gesturing to an elevator with no buttons that opens for him. "It will take you directly to the penthouse."

The penthouse? The penthouse?

He'd going to get Sam to help him find Dad, but first things first he's going to shake Sam until some answers fall out, because what the hell.

He takes the elevator up and walks cautiously into some sort of entry room. He has to resist the urge to walk though gun first, the place all smooth lines and chrome and dark colors. It's freaking him out.

The kitchen is even more chrome and black cabinets and black tiled floors, but there's also his little brother, standing there shirtless in black silk pants and fiddling with what he thinks is an espresso machine. "Sam?"

He turns quickly, eyes widening in surprise. "Dean? What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" he scoffs. "What are you doing here?"

Sam stares. "I... live here?"

"Here?" he repeats. "Here?"

His little brother is rolling his eyes, as if he's the one being ridiculous and not perfectly reasonable.

There's the sound of someone walking and an admittedly drop dead gorgeous red head turns the corner, a black silk robe open and revealing matching lace panties and bra. She gasps, fluttering her hands over her mass of curly hair. "Oh, Samuel! You didn't tell me we had company!"

She doesn't make any effort to close her robe.

Sam rolls his eyes. "As if you didn't know he was coming. You should have told me we were having company."

"Yes, well, where's the fun in that?" she asks, grinning as she crosses the room over to Sam. She's so short that Sam has to practically bend in half to kiss her, and woah, what the hell?

Sure, she's hot, but she's a least a decade older than Sam. Probably closer to two. What the hell is going on here?

"Dean," Sam says, his hand on her waist. "This is my girlfriend, Rowena."

[bigbarabelly]

waiter waiter! more pregnant jimmy please!

WAITER there’s an ugly pair of men in my soup!!

SKFJDHHSHS I do have this for a kofi commission request

I’ll def be doing more cute shit now

[dcandyland]

REMYLYN