#Answered*

[canisalbus]

Regrettably caught myself thinking “Is he, you know… *pictures Machete’s tail curl*” earlier today.

[sluttywonwoo]

Cheol with reader in his shirt riding him and him constantly raising the shirt up with his palm on readers tummy... i am not okay

“you were aching for it, weren’t you?”

all you can do is nod as seungcheol’s fingers creep beneath the hem of his t-shirt you’re wearing.

“is that why you put this on?” he asks, laying his palm flat against your tummy to keep you from going any faster. it’s gentle, not enough to really stop you, but you know better. “wanted me to come home and find you in my shirt so i’d fuck you the moment i laid my eyes on you? you just knew i wouldn’t be able to help myself?”

“i was h-hoping that’d be the outcome,” you stutter as you continue to grind your hips into his.

seungcheol scoffs, still smirking. “you know exactly how to get what you want.”

“don’t act like you don’t want it too.”

“i never said i didn’t,” cheol murmurs. “i’m just realizing i’m not as… in control of our dynamic as i thought.”

you grin down at him and place your own hands on each of his shoulders to steady yourself. “took you long enough.”

[letorip]

can you write something short and fluffy :( like jenna or wednesday being tired or something

j's lullaby

"darlin' i'd wait for you, even if you didn't ask me to"

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pairing: jenna ortega x reader

summary: jenna comes home incredibly late and can't wait to collapse into your arms after a long day

warnings: nada, entirely just fluff and comforting someone's exhaustion

word count: 1.2k

A/N: sorry for getting to this now, it was requested months and months ago. feels good to write something sweet for once, and without somewhere to branch off to. i like writing my stories, but it's fun to leave so much up to the reader. maybe i'll do more of these.

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Even from inside the warmth of your apartment, it was impossible to be unaware of the raging storm outside. You could hear the pattering of raindrops upon the stucco roof in small thuds that had faded gently into the background a good thirty minutes ago and given no indication of letting up anytime soon, either.

Not that it would have mattered. You stood in the kitchen with the kettle going on the stove, attempting to read a rather enthralling chapter of your book in the dim, warm light that hung over your microwave, and then rereading it for a third or fourth time when the words became an unintelligible mess in your head, whether it be from the lack of light or sluggish ability to think.

It was a little too late to turn the kitchen light on, not that you were a big fan of the overhead light, but it would've brought a crude harshness to the drowsiness you were attempting to fight off.

Even night owls had their limitations. Sleep snuck up on you at the wispy edges, pulling down on your eyelashes. The clock on your microwave ticked to 4:28, and you turned the page in your book, hearing the kettle's whistle begin to take frequency, one you were sure the neighbours could hear.

In retrospect the somewhat thin walls were the only thing imperfect about the place, with giant windows and warm, teakwood floors. That and your kitchen's tile floor being kind of cold in the morning, but even then, both you and Jenna wore socks in the house, so it wasn't much of a drawback. You would only live there for a few weeks more anyhow, before you both went back to Los Angeles. In the meantime you could cope with the plush floor rug that Natalie had sent.

With one thumb on the thin page of your beaten up novel and the rest of that hand pinning it to the countertop, you lifted the kettle gently towards your old ceramic mug with the chip in the corner and a teabag’s string hanging over the side. The hot water steamed and gently wafted over the apples of your cheeks, and it added a further weight, the room filling with a flowery smell.

As you grabbed a small spoon from the drawer, the front door’s knob audibly turned, creaking open on its hinges and letting some of the nighttime noise flood in, if only for a moment. You grinned at the noise with an excitement that would’ve been impossible to mask, stirring your drink and calling over your shoulder, down the hall. “Hey, in here.”

The door swung shut behind her and a few, tired steps later, Jenna stood in the doorway. You stayed focused on the task at hand, stirring your tea, but you could feel her eyes stay locked upon your face. She wandered over, coming up behind you where you stood and wrapping her arms around your torso, pressing the plane of her cheek against your shoulder blade.

She held you tightly, as if she wanted to melt together. “You didn’t have to wait up for me. It’s almost 5 in the morning.”

“I know I didn’t have to,” you shrugged. “I wanted to.” Her arms wrapped around you just a bit tighter, holding you there and sighing into the soft, worn fabric of your old shirt.

“I made tea,” you hummed. “Do you want any?” She shook her head into your back, almost purring in contentment.

“‘M too tired,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, you got back late,” you said, pushing the tea mug away and turning around to get a good look at her. She was beautiful, that was a given, but she also looked exhausted, with thick, dark eye bags and the tips of her dark bangs a little bit wet from the rain outside.

“Tim wanted to talk about the big scene we have coming up,” she whispered. You hummed again, watching her with a little bit of concern and she looked back at you with a fondness.

“Come on, off to bed with you,” you straightened up, holding out your hand for her to take, and grabbing your book with a finger left between the binding to hold your spot.

She rolled her eyes with a gentle huff but did not protest, letting you lead her gently into your bedroom. There were still a few candles you had lit for just in case during the storm, filling your room with a yellowish, warm glow, and you blew them out while Jenna got changed into her pyjamas.

“Oh, your mum called, by the way,” you said with a gentle smile, pulling the sheets back to sit on the edge. You pulled your woollen, thick socks off and flung them towards the far wall; you could pick them up tomorrow.

She gave you a sleepy nod, wandering towards the bathroom and sliding the door open. “Just checking in?”

“Yeah, wants you to call her tomorrow… which I guess is now today. She wants to her all about work.” You thumbed open your book while you waited for her to finish brushing her teeth, reading a few lines before she reappeared about a minute later, flicking off the light.

Jenna walked right over, pulling the sheets back and then practically collapsing on top of you, her head nuzzling into your neck. You could feel the cold edge of her nose pressing gently against the edge of your jaw, and it sent a small shiver down your spine. You put the book on your bedside table, sliding your eyeglasses off of your weary ears and stacking it on top, along with clicking the lamp off.

You would’ve planted a kiss upon her forehead, but she seemed all too comfortable for you to shift your position, and you were quite certain— though you couldn’t actually see— that her eyes were already closed and she was letting her exhaustion take over.

“I missed you, today,” she whispered.

“I missed you too.”

“Hm.” You both sat in silence for a minute, and you were convinced she had dozed off until she spoke again, even quieter than before. “Tell me about your day, love?”

“Well, let’s see,” you sighed. “Got up around 10, maybe? Did laundry—”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” she mumbled, nuzzling her face further into you.

“Mhm. Went to the shops. Made dinner. Watched that show I told you about.”

“Did you write, today?” The words were sluggish and slow, and you could tell she was lulling to sleep more and more.

“Nope,” you said with a small chuckle, and you felt Jenna smile against your neck. “I’m still waiting for that burst of creativity, y’know? I’ll find it when I find it. What about you? How was your day?”

But she didn’t answer, and you were perfectly fine with that. You could ask her in the morning, after all. And you could drink the cold tea you had completely forgotten about then, too.

short, sweet, and pretty cute. i'm happy with it. i think oneshots are incredibly fun. also calm yourself, i'm still finishing kiss with a fist [iv] i cannot stress enough how much i'm excited for it but it is NOT ready yet

[decolonize-the-everything]

who's verifying Palestinian GFMs again? Where's a link to the big spreadsheet of verified fundraisers? I am straight up zoned out like 90% of the time I'm (doom)scrolling my dash so I haven't bookmarked the pertinent links or followed the pertinent blogs yet, and you seem *extremely* in-touch with this in a way I already should be. Thanks in advance and don't let the bastards grind you down

I've mostly been using the pinned post on @/el-shab-hussein's Tumblr

And there's also this list from @/gazavetters

The Butterfly Effect Project list

Operation Olive Branch list

I know there are still others doing vetting now too tho; there's another collective that uses oranges in their imagery that are legit, but I have awful memory so I can't remember their full names to find links for you.

But the above are what I use.

If you're just looking for blogs to boost/donate, this site only posts vetted gfms and randomly spotlights them so you don't have the pressure of choosing who to donate to either

Solidarity 💗💗💗

[pseudophan]

mindful eating is literally a thing on his own mental health book why did he act like phil was being crazy

oh he is fully aware he was just annoyed phil was paying more attention to the crisps than dan

[emmcfrxst]

old man!logan who lets you take care of him… i just want to give him a bath and scrub his hair and cuddle him until he finally relaxes

i already kind of talked about this here!!!!! i think it would really be such a symbolic part of the day for him, because no one’s ever really taken care of him— he’s been on his own his whole life, keeping everyone at a distance to protect the walls he’s built around his heart, never really allowing himself to truly let go; he’s lived his whole life looking over his shoulder, doing the bare necessities when it comes to his own comfort in case he needed to flee, really just surviving instead of living. so to have someone like you, although much later in his life, who insists on taking care of him? it would really mean the world to him. i think he’d be a little reluctant at first, awkward, almost embarrassed to give into the comfort you offer to provide— he still can’t wrap his head around the fact that you want to care for him; having you be so hellbent on doing things for him really would change his entire perspective on both himself and the world— your love makes him ache in ways that he never thought he would, but it’s such a beautiful, divine kind of pain; the type one gets when their heart feels too full with love— the type of affection that has him physically clutching at his heart because it feels like it might burst out of his chest. with you, logan doesn’t only allow himself to love, but he also learns what it feels like to be loved.

[barcaatthemoon]

p - Leah williamson

P - photography

Leah knows that you're into photography, so she did buy you a little instant polaroid for the bedroom specifically. Leah definitely asks for nudes more than she sends them, and each one is locked away in a secret folder on her phone. You and Leah haven't recorded yourselves yet, but it's definitely something that has been talked about before.

[anamericangirl]

A South Carolinan woman was arrested and held for 22 days in jail after being initially denied bond, but eventually released with an ankle monitor, after suffering a miscarriage of a wanted daughter in the second trimester and being charged with murder.

This is the horror of criminalizing abortion. Jail time for a miscarriage.

It's great that y'all send me these stories because the lies you and the media spread need to be exposed and I'm happy to be the one to expose you as the liar you are.

And I'm done being nice about this. Just so you know, spitting lies in my inbox doesn't work on me because I actually read the stories and will provide the context you maliciously leave out and show everyone that pro-aborts like you never tell the truth.

First of all, the story you are referring is about a woman named Amari Marsh and what actually happened here was she woke up in the middle of the night in a lot of pain and went to the bathroom where she gave birth to a live baby over the toilet.

Her boyfriend called 911 and dispatcher repeatedly told her to get the baby, who was still alive, out of the toilet but no one did. And the reason she gave for ignoring the dispatcher and just leaving her child to drown in the toilet was "“I couldn’t because I couldn’t even keep myself together.”

When the emergency responders arrived the baby was still in the toilet and still alive. They attempted to perform life saving procedures and rushed the baby to the hospital but sadly, the baby died while at the hospital.

The reason she was arrested is because she failed to remove her living daughter from the toilet as she was instructed to do several times by the dispatcher which ended up being "a proximate cause of her daughter’s death."

Anti-abortion laws had nothing to do with this case and the CNN article that reports on this story even includes that admission from the prosecutor even though it's at the end because, like you, they are liars and want people to believe this is somehow the fault of abortion bans when it's not.

So tell me, what do abortion laws have to do with this? What anti-abortion law is responsible for the death of a baby that was born alive?

This baby was born alive and her mother left her to die in the toilet. So she should not be charged for that?

And also, just going to add people like you always claim infanticide has nothing do with abortion and y'all are still laughing at Donald Trump for talking about babies being left to die after birth following failed abortions because iT dOeSnT't HaPpEn but here we have a case of it happening. This baby was born alive and left to die. This was a case of infanticide and you pro-aborts are immediately blaming anti-abortion laws but I thought abortion and infanticide aren't related so how come they are in this case?

Anyway, you should feel bad about how you presented this story. You should be ashamed of yourself for either being willing to lie to promote murder or being too lazy and stupid to actually read about the case before spreading blatant disinformation.

I know me responding to you with what really happened will not change anything for you and you will continue to lie and spread disinformation because the reason you are willing to do that in the first place is a serious flaw in your character that will only change when you decide to be a better person but at the very least people reading this will know not to ever trust these claims from pro-aborts because it's always a lie.

So please keep sending these because it helps everyone see that pro-aborts are bad people who lie about everything.

[anjelicawrites]

- nonnie

i was recommended to check out your blog and i think i've snuck a *tinsy* lil' note here before... but those side profiles of Aemond you reposted..? I. WANT. TO. SIT. ON. HIS. NOSE. so badly, it's acc unhealthy... just rock my $o4k!ng f0ld$ on his nose as the tip of it catches on my €l!t, pulling the 'hood' of it before it snaps back in place and the overstimulation is just *too* good to be true x

Friend! Friend! I think you are onto something here!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

Aemond's face is made to be sat upon, until overstimulation kicks in, but you can't dismount, not when Aemond's huge hands and long, strong fingers are grabbing your arse and tights to keep his your cunt where it's supposed to be: on his face, tongue deep in your hole, nose playing with your poor clit.

It's a pleasure that overlaps with pain, it's neverending and you can't stop yourself from begging, brainless and drunk on it. It zaps up your spine like lightning, forcing you to squirm in Aemond's unforgiving hold.

You scream when he laughs against your folds at how desperate you sound, the vibrations hurt so badly, yet your body doesn't respond to you anymore, it simply follows Aemond's lead, the unhurried way he fucks you with his tongue and how he moves you to stimulate your clit, until you squirm all over his face, your body falling sideways, lax and unresponsive.

In the midst of your post orgasmic haze, you feel his lips lick you clean, helping you unwind, until you know he's going to ramp you up again.

[transparentcatpngs]

hopefully he's not too blurry

[canisalbus]

Vascos modern outfit in that recent sketch is so cool. On what real clothing is it based?

I was mostly winging it, to be honest. Last year there was some talk of Vasco having a motorcycle and how spiffy he could potentially look in biker gear, so I leaned somewhat into that direction.

But then I got kinda sidetracked and I think his coat started resembling Kaneda's jacket from Akira.

[jaythes1mp]

HI!! HOW ARE YOU?! I HOPE YOU ARE WELL!!

Okay so this idea came to me when I was making breakfast but imagine…

Hybrid! Dog! Reader! Whose just a lazy or low energy dog like real lazy because a) it’s in their nature and b) their just lazy. I imagine them as a French bulldog because sometimes they have energy and are like hey lemme just uh play around a bit and than nap or stare at you.

But one day the family or Bruce and D!ck (I feel like it would be those two) decides to take them to a dog park in disguise and at first Reader is scared cause their like omg the last time they did this they were taking me to the vet hell no! But they see that they’re going in a different direction and they’re like huh that’s suspicious that’s weird.

They arrive at the dog park and are encouraged to go run and play which at first their like no take me back home and starts to paw at them but the family won’t budge so they approach the other dogs but than decided to sit in the corner.

A couple minutes later they’re running around yapping happily sniffing other dogs and when it’s time to go they have to be dragged home.

When they get home whoever didn’t go to the dog park are quite shocked that Reader has energy and also zoomies! It’s very cute and chaotic because while they’re running they jump and kind of bark a bit saying I made a friend or friends!

Another scenario I have is Hybrid! Dog! Reader who’s a golden retriever so every time their near water they try to jump into its like a hassle even in the winter or like imagine them jumping into bodies of water in public even if they were told not to do it anymore.

Last scenario, Hybrid! Cat! Reader who accidentally discovers catnip how would the family react? 👀

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/ NIGHT/ EVENING!!!! 🩷❤️🧡💚💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

⭐️ anon

Lovely, as always, to see you in my inbox, ⭐️anon!

These are very cute scenarios!💚 It looks like your drabbles are for a domestic batfam rather than yan bats. Which I’m totally for, dude. It’s cute family life! I wish I thought of drabbles over breakie, haha

However on a slightly serious note, one of my family dogs was killed last Friday, so I’m not going to add onto your puppy fics too soon, I’m really sorry. I just don’t necessarily want to think too much about dogs right now. They’re really epic though!!

In relation to the cat nip, I’ve already made a small drabble on it here, if you wanna check it out🦖🦖

Though if you want more on it as an apology for not adding onto your puppy!reader ask, then I’ll go into more detail about it for you, just send me an ask, pookie💚💚

Masterlist

[hinamie]

idk if you are a cardigan sort of person but as a fan of megumi's pups this cardigan is testing my self control so i was compelled to share:

(https://www.steady-hands.com/products/totality-cardigan)

(also i love your art thank you so much for posting it!!)

THATS SO CUTEEE WTFFFF i don't think it goes with my wardrobe so i probably wouldn't get much wear out of it but GOD it's still so tempting why wld u do this 2 me cries i cant spend MONEY

[911bts]

hi! I'm not sure if you answered this before but I've heard something about there usually being a week/two weeks break after the 3 part premiere is done, so do we know if they plan to do this for S8?

I don't know where people got that from. They've never done that with a premiere.

This is a hypothesis, not actual fact, but if they skip any weeks, I'm expecting it to be the episode thats supposed to land on Halloween. Holidays tend to be skipped because people aren't generally around to watch the episode, and they want maximum viewership.

[pseudophan]

if Dan and Phil ever make small plushies again I think they should put lil magnets in the hands so they can hold hands, just a thought

and just not mention it at all and pretend like they don't have magnets if we ask about it

[kaylasartwork]

would you be willing to send me in to the ocean? I wanna go see the jellyfish.