#FEEELINGS i say

[konohamaru-sensei]

When you smile, I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.

[lemongogo]

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[xpastelsweetsx]

Sorry I'm standing on my little Billy Kaplan soap box rn but I'm in IB Global Politics and I hate this class and I'm bored so I'm yapping about my absolute fav comic book character that the MCU is irreparably fucking up

[fishlung8877]

Her arm changes every time I try to draw it

[wellhalesbells]

the thing that fucks me up about rereading instructions for dancing is trying to pinpoint when it is that derek becomes obsessed with stiles and realizing the answer seems to be always. from the beginning. the moment they met. that poor bastard. he probably should have tried to be a little nicer about it, though, saved them both some hardship.

I think it slides so quickly from fear and annoyance that Stiles will steal Scott away to 'Oh no, oh fuck,' I'm not even sure Derek knows himself. Poor guy hamstrung himself by starting out with the 'I'm going to scare him away' mentality then wondering where the hell that went and trying to find it again through almost every subsequent interaction (while something so much bigger and so much worse - Derek's Thoughts™ - completely eclipsed it). Meanwhile Stiles also helps cultivate Derek's dickish-ness by assuming that original motivation to be his only interest in him at all, essentially until the moment Derek tells him he's in love with him.

Which is hopefully why it seemingly comes out of left field for Stiles and the reader, because that's what I wanted.

[qulizalfos]

words dont look lkie words anymore .

[suckishima]

rrrrrrrrr im so frustrated with my writing. its just been weeks of struggle and whyyyy. idk i think i need to rework or rethink what im going for with this one or something, its like i can feel the threads of the themes i wanna do are sooo close to tying together but it just isnt quite reaching yet and so it reads like a stilted bland mess but the more i stare at it the further away it feels aaah

i know it can get there i kNOW it can, the ending and like aha moment is so cleaaaar that i think its almost too solid and thats why my beginning feels so fucked—like i just keep asking myself 'well if hes gonna get there in chapter 5, whats stopping him from getting there now in chapter 2??' i tHOUGHT i had reasons but now that im there i just keep instinctually writing him to have the connecting/realization moment anyway and like. if that's how it is then what even IS the story??? i need a break

[coming-of-age-witch]

I CUT MY HAIR SHORTIE SHORT AND I NO LONGER FEEL HUMANELY rather I FEEL VERY VERY CHARACTER-ESQUE

[chewwytwee]

Do I go to my bullshit 'disciplinary hearing' stoned as shit

[sent-from-the-skolopender]

ohhh…look at her..

[clarabowmp3]

good thing i am tall its optimal for lily headpats

me receiving head pats in bed w my 9-year-old teddy bear like im going to DIE any day now jfskdlffv im so dramatic but also so serious WHAT is it going to take to go away!!! >:((

[fighterbound]

GET TO KNOW THE WRITER.

BOLD OR COLORIZE WHAT ALWAYS APPLIES TO YOU, ITALICIZE WHAT SOMETIMES APPLIES TO YOU, AND STRIKE THROUGH WHAT WILL NEVER APPLY TO YOU.

I RUN: lots of blogs || a few blogs ( sideblogs ) || just this one

I FOLLOW BACK: muses in the same fandom || only muses who interest me || fandomless muses || friends of mutuals || only members of a closed rp group || everyone

I AM ACTIVE: more days than not || as often as not || some days here and there || depending on my schedule || rarely || I'm often lurking even if I seem inactive

I LIKE TO WRITE THESE THEMES: fluff || angst || action || casual interactions || intense interactions || crack || first meetings || platonic rp || shipping / romantic rp || threads || ask memes || prompts

I PREFER ROLEPLAYS THAT ARE: one-liners || single-para threads || multi para threads || novella || different lengths depending on my mood

FOR SHIPPING, I AM: mutliship || single ship || poly ship || no ship || plotted ships only || open to new ships || not looking for new ships || mostly or exclusively looking for high engagement ship partners || mostly or exclusively looking for casual or low engagement ship partners || not picky about ships || somewhat picky about ships || extremely picky about ships

I LIKE TO PLOT: everything || most interactions || some interactions (major plot points) || first interactions || nothing || threads || everything except memes and crack || ships || family relationships || history / backstory for our muses

TALK TO ME OUT OF CHARACTER: ANYTIME || to plot || if you're confused or have questions in general || to remind me to reply || sparingly || only if it's really important

I GIVE ALTERNATIVE CONTACT METHODS (discord / social media) TO: friends || mutuals || anyone who asks ( reserved for mutuals) || people i've spent a lot of time talking to already || ship partners || members of a certain rp group || no one

tagged by: I stole it from space @sozokami! ^^ tagging: you! steal it if you'd like and feel free to tag me! c:

[hanaasbananas]

nothing like listening to a really silly song ONCE, finding it funny and listening a couple more times and then realising with dawning horror that this song has now landed the coveted position of "play on a loop for two weeks straight"

[ravensmadreads]

Listen.... LISTEN-

I am LOSING my FUCKING MIND

pull (a joel miller drabble)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 854

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You discover something new about Joel.

Warnings: unprotected p in v sex | rough Joel | hair pulling | creampie | biting | (allusions to) oral (f receiving)

Notes: lmao I just quickly had to write this, inspired by this first look at season 2 that made me feel like a Victorian lady who needs to go to the seaside for her constitution, @ravensmadreads - I saw your tags and on my post from like half an hour ago, so here it is.

***

"That's it, that's it," he groans, his eyes closed tightly in concentration as he focuses entirely on feeling you around his cock. You want to focus too, on how he fills you, on how firmly you can clench around him, but there is something you want more – to stare at him in wonder and adoration.

That he came back to you today is a miracle, that you are straddling him now while he sits on your couch, legs spread widely, letting you roll your hips against him … you never want to take that for granted again. Usually, when he almost dies or you almost die, you don’t fuck like this. Usually, he takes the lead, more determined, sometimes more violent than you, until he has made sure you will not disappear from beneath him, that you’re real and solid and here. Today is different.

His breath hitches as he moves beneath you, and changes the angle ever so slightly. You clench around him, hard, your mouth falling open to shape a surprised O. That’s when his eyes fly open and he smirks up at you, a look you could paint from memory, one you can see so clearly even in the dimness of the room.

“You’re always so tight for me,” he mumbles against your neck, kissing you first just below your ear, then right above your collarbone. And then he bites down, ruthlessly, right into a tendon jutting out of your neck.

Your breath hitches as pain shoots through you. There it is, that brutal, almost violent side of him you love so much, and your world starts to make more sense again.

He’s licking the spot he bit, the one that will probably show the marks of his teeth for a while, when you raise your hand and dig your fingers right into his curls, pulling him away from you. His neck, stretched by the sudden movement, is all exposed now, his teeth dig into his bottom lip as he assesses the challenge you’re presenting him with.

Like a cat trying not to get caught, he moves his mouth closer to your throat again, not breaking eye contact, silently daring you to do something about it. You let go of his curls, brush them back, relishing how smooth they feel beneath your fingers, how they curl tightly at the back of his neck. And that’s where you dig in next, yanking his head toward the backrest of the couch.

He groans, so lost in the sensation he forgets about your little game. He thrusts up into you, meeting the roll of your hips, coming as close to relinquishing control to you as is possible for him.

You tighten your grip. “Kiss me.”

His hand closes around the back of your head immediately as he brings your lips down for a kiss. You smile, unable to hide your pride.

“What?” You feel the question against your lips more than you hear it.

“Guess you like it when I do this,” you whisper back, and yank his curls a third time, right on the this.

He growls, a sound that makes your hips stutter and your stomach curl tightly every time you hear it. “Careful, sweetheart, you’re playing with fire.”

“What are you going to do about it, big boy?” you ask, knowing full well what will happen if you use those two words.

He rolls you over faster than you can consider the consequences of your own actions so your naked stomach lands against the couch. You hear his belt buckle jingle as he kicks off his jeans, then climbs above you. You shake, actually shake, with anticipation, your whole body charged with an energy that’s impossible to control.

He's so so big when he takes you like that, and you press your face against the couch to muffle your scream as he pushes into you, spreading you so wide you’ll still feel him tomorrow. The whole couch shakes as his thrusts become erratic, chasing his own pleasure while putting yours on the back burner. That's the side of him you love the most – the one that lets go and just takes.

He doesn’t pull out when he comes, doesn’t try to hide the desperate stutter of his hips or the deep pants he makes when he empties himself into you, the ones you love to hear but he always tries to suppress. You lie still, finally in a position to focus on the sensations.

When he pulls out, you expect him to sit down next to you, to tell you, “Give me a minute,” like he so often does. He never forgets about your pleasure, but he needs to collect himself after an orgasm. Today, he glides of the couch onto his knees and pulls on your arm until you sit up, ears still ringing from how hard he fucked you.

“Come here, sweet girl,” he says softly, wrapping your legs around his shoulders, his eyes on the mess he made of you. “I need you to hold on now.” And then he buries his face between your legs.

[mysicklove]

CW: aged up character, making out, ppl in love, yuuji is taller/bigger than reader, mentions of sex and NSFW content, word vomit, bad writing bc i wrote it on my phone and didn’t edit it

Yuuji Itadori found making out to be on of his favorite ways to pass time. Sex is great an all, but something about the way your mouth locks with his his, your tongue grazing his teeth while your hand creeps up his shirt just sends his head spinning. The raging boner he gets in his pants is a little uncomfortable, but sometimes if he’s lucky you’ll run your hand over is, pulling a shiver from the boy.

Making out is easier than having sex, no body fluids to clean after you are done (although, he does find himself occasionally cumming in his pants either way) and all the two of you have to really do is fix your hair, and pretend like the room is a little too hot to explain your red, panting faces.

On one second your on top of him, hands in his hair while he’s groaning into your mouth, and the next Fushiguros there, rolling his eyes at Yuujis love sick expression for you. It was great — the switch up was thrilling.

You seemed to like it as much as he did, which almost made him feeel giddy inside, akin to schoolgirl, embarrassing enough. You don’t see a problem of shutting the apartment door the second the two of you arrive at your place, and attacking his mouth.

He doesn’t mind being the one pinned to the door — it may be a little embarrassing considering how much larger he is than you, but you don’t seem to care. Your tongue slides into his mouth without a warning.

It’s a mess of limbs and teeth and saliva, but Yuuji wouldn’t have it any other way. He likes that it’s messy — it’s hotter that way, or so he says, usually after with a massive grin on his face on his red face. But for now, he grabs your chin, tilts it up, and mimics your movements.

Your body is pressed against him on the wall, and he can feel your lower stomach touching his groin, sending shivers up his spine. It’s almost unconscious the way he drives his hips toward you, humping your body to gain some friction of his now hardening cock.

You don’t pay it any mind, cruelly enough, not pulling away from his mouth even with the lack of oxygen between the two of you. But Yuujis stumbling forward, accidentally moving his body too much to be controlled and pulling himself away from your mouth.

He doesnt go far, panting with hazy eyes and red lips, before pressing quick kisses to your mouth while trying to catch his breath. He’s leading you backward, littering now your neck with butterfly kisses. “B-Bedroom.”

You guys make it to the kitchen before your on eachother again like magnets. He lifted you up on the counter, loving to show how easy it is for him to lift you — he’s prideful in his strength, and does like to show you in subtle ways like this. But you don’t mention anything, and he knew you wouldn’t, especially since now his shirt was off and yours was soon to come.

His hands are around your waist, and his mouth moves with rhythm, pulling groans from the both of you until he breathes the words, “love you” into your lips, not caring if you heard, because he says it a multitude of times anyways.

But you do, and giggle a breathless laugh, gripping his hair and pulling it back just to hear him moan. Your hands run over his abdomen, tease his chest, and then finish back at his jaw. “Me too,”

“Bedroom?”

He takes off your shirt, pulling away to lock his mouth on your chest for a moments worth, knowing that you won’t be pleased if his lips don’t find yours again soon. You nod at him.

The two of you make it to the couch before your pants come off.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

RIIZE IS OT7

I don't go on rants much about groups- let alone groups I don't stan - but the way Seunghan was tossed around is absolute fucking insanity to me. The double standard in Kpop is fucking ridiculous.

You mean to tell me yall are dragging a 21 year old around just because he was smoking and had a gf predebut? As if thats not what the majority of teenagers do? As if yall dont stan idols who openly smoke, vape and drink and talk about their predebut sex lives? Its. Absolute. Insanity.

The level of parasocialism in this situation is genuinely so disgusting. And i would be willing to bet my arm and my leg to say that a huge chunk of these "riize is ot6" fans were Seunghan biases just last week but dropped him because they finally came to their senses that they won't be able to reach their delusional little fantasy goals- and were upset that someone else was in a position they wanted to be in. GET. A. GRIP. Bashing these adults for having lives outside of kpop is wild and detrimental-

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE FUNERAL FLOWERS. Thats fucking psychotic. Hundreds. HUNDREDS. Even if SM were to bring him back once more he'd be at risk because of those unhinged fans.

Kpop is supposed to be something beautiful and inclusive and fun but toxic fans are polluting it and turning it into something extremley ugly because of twisted fantasies and a feeeling of entitlement. KPOP IDOLS ARE NOT OBJECTS. Wake the fuck up!

I genuinely pray that Seunghan is okay and that his loved ones are checking up on him. This is the same exact shit that launches people into downward spirals and why the mental health epidemic in Korea is so poor. The haters are the same ones who are crying when an idols name is in the headlines for tragedy as if they weren't part of feeding into those dark places.

Wake up and get a grip. They owe nothing to us. Its gross the way people treat them and I pray that he is okay and that he has people walking through this with him because those "fans" are disgusting.