#FUCK OFF IF YOU WORRY

[lifenconcepts]

OU GOS L I I PLEASE GEAR ME OUT HERE ILL TRY BE AASS HCOHERENT AS POSSIBLE

I AM EXPEREICNING PURE WUPHORIA, A JOY UNLIKE ANY ORHEE HUMAN ONE,

AND DESPITE THAT DACT - I AM VERY REGRETFUL FOR IT AND OH SO DESPERATELT WANT IT TO END

YET IT WILL ONLY DRY OUT ON ITS OWN ANS I ASSURE YOU THAT THE FOLLOWING ME WILL BE far lESS OPTIMISTIC THAN I AM NOW

I DONT KNOW WHY, I DONT KNOW WHO, AND I DONT KNOW WJEN, BUT SOMETHING JUST FLICKERED AND MU BODY IS SOMEWHAT NOT MINE AND YET I AM SO MUSELF

SHEER CONFIDENCE AND DOPAMINE RUNNING THROUGH EVEEY MUSCLE TO THE POINT OF FORMING A TREMBLE

IT WASNT INFLUENCED NOT THAT I REMMEBER BUT I DONT REALLY REMEMBER MCUH NOW

PLEASE DONT VIEW ME AS CEAZY I JUST I JUST I HAVE TO FULFIL THE CRAZY URGE Of WRITING OR ILL GENUINELY FO INSANE

PLEASE STAND BY AND CHILLOUT I WILL SOON BURN OUT LIKE A STAR !!!!!!!!!!!!

CAPS ARE NECCESARY TO VOICE MY MINDS VOLUME, KEYBOARRDNBD IS EVEEYWHERE, MY HAAND SPEAK FOR THEMSELVES, AND IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE THAT IM GOING AGAINST ALL MY OWN MORALS LIKE A MAN TRAPPED BEHIND A SCREEN TO HIS OWN BODY

THIS IS SO GREAT BUT SO HORIRBLE I REALLY AM SORRRURBABHAHHAHAHHAHHAHDJCHDJJAJXJFSHJXJDJJSJZJSJDB OIHHDHD I LOVE WEITITNG PLEASE LET ME WRITE OH U LOVE IT I LOVEEE ITTT

[lucabyte]

some thoughts on Claude

alt title: diversity win! this Butch Nun is crafting bombs in an unventilated room in her convent while actively courting Mother Superior! Do Not Give Them Access To Unlimited Power No Matter How Nice They Are

+ bonus

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) you guys even fuck w/ the flash on here???

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[solplease]

SPOILERS FOR DAY 4 OF 14DWY!!

i was actually losing my mind when i played day 4 lmao, so.... redraw time!!

i hope i drew it well enough haha

[bertoyana]

charles and erik with each other: oh dear, oh dear. gorgeous 🥺👐 charles and erik with the villain of the week/the x-men: K1LL YOURSELF 🔥🔥🔥

X-Men: First Class (2011) | X-Men Apocalypse (2016)

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Pony and Soda are both angry criers. Soda doesn't mind so much. He's the gangs bawl baby. And truly? he doesn't even mind that title anymore. none of them say it like it's a bad thing. he gets mad, he starts crying he moves on n keeps it going. but Pony? he HATES it. he KNOWS what he wants to say. he KNOWS why he's angry. and he IS. he's not sad or mixed up he's just FRUSTRATED and for whatever stupid reason it makes him cry and it pisses him off to no end.

[spidehpig]

raphlep memes because im obsessed with them

[sualne]

post runaway arc sillies

[somegrumpynerd]

-Okay but some of the fears that Color has are in fact the same fears that Nightmare has when it comes to Killer.

Like, Color is worried that Killer's so blindly loyal to Nightmare for whatever reason that he wouldn't even think of complaining if he hated it. And at the start that was something Nightmare probably expected. His henchmen should be loyal and obedient and not ask questions nor complain. But now, after years of learning and bonding and softening up significantly he wonders sometimes if that's still the case.

Nightmare knows Killer well, perhaps better than most, but he's not exactly an open book. Especially when it comes to his own wants or needs. More often than not when he makes a request it's intentionally silly or unreasonable for laughs, like asking if they can take Dust to the nearest pet store and try to trade him in. Very rarely does he want something strong enough to make it known, both to himself and others, like asking to keep the first cat he found.

So.

If he hated this. If he truly struggled and fought and agonised with himself about the position he's in and the work he's doing and the life he leads.

Would he say it? Would he realise that was how he felt? Would he even consider saying no was an option?

If Nightmare asked him to do something he really genuinely did not want to, would he just do it anyway because he doesn't believe he has a choice in the matter?

The only way of finding out (besides making a blatantly difficult request of him, which Nightmare is not willing to do) is to simply wait and trust that Killer will tell him if something is wrong. Which... is not exactly foolproof or easy.

But it's part of why Nightmare hates to be around Color too much, because deep down he's more than a little worried that Color could be right and he doesn't know how to fix it.

[old-fandom]

Based off of that one Teen!Stancest + Carla threesome comic where Stanford is fucking Stanley from behind and staring daggers at Carla.

Mystery Trio scenario. Stanford has always loved Stanley, even after the whole falling out bit. They had something when they were teens but it was nothing defined, nothing concrete. They reconnect and Stanford asks Stanley to come live with him and Fiddleford in Gravity Falls. He accepts. Stanford ends up learning all of the horrible things Stanley has endured and refocuses all of his grief and shame into overprotectiveness and slight possessive behavior. Stanford wants to rekindle what they once had but has no idea how to broach the topic back to Stanley, or if he even wants that at all.

What he is certain of is that he doesn't like the way Fiddleford eyes up his brother when they're out researching. It was fine back in college when Fiddleford would eye him, fool around with him, flirt and grope him. But Stanley, his twin, his other half, his baby brother? (When did I start referring to Stanley as my baby brother?) He didn't want anyone else to have him. No one could treat him the way he needed to be treated. He was special, he was unique, he was delicate, he was Stanford's!

Stanford would never harm Fiddleford, dear god no. That is his best friend and a damn good mechanic and scientist. He loves Fiddleford very much. He just wishes he could understand that Stanley was completely and utterly off limits. He didn't mind their friendship, in fact, he encouraged it. But those lingering touches, those cheeky lines, those fluttering eyes. Those needed to come to a stop. Immediately.

Fiddleford is openly attracted to both twins and one day over drinks, asks if they ever had a threesome before. Stanley tells them they have with a girl back in high school. Stanford tightens his grip on his beer bottle while Stan regals Fiddleford of the escapades. Afterwards, Fiddleford brings up the idea that if they ever wanted to have another, he'd be willing to be the third. After much deliberation, they agree. Stanford sees this as a way to finally reclaim the relationship he had with Stanley while also warning Fiddleford not to meddle with his Stanley.

So, the day comes, and they the boys find themselves in a very similar position as they used for Carla. Stanley fucking into Fiddleford, Fiddleford on his back looking up, Stanford behind and fucking into Stanley. Fiddleford is having a great time. He feels both of them rocket into him and soon he finds himself finishing. Soon he feels Stanley following, but Ford keeps going. In his haze, he watches Stanford rail into Stanley, who in turn is still into Fiddleford. Stanford looks different, methodical, possessive, angry. He's fucking Stanley with a punishing speed, one making him cross his eyes. Fiddleford is watching between his own overstimulation and bewilderment. He can't look away, especially not with how Stanford refuses to let go of his eyesight, boring into him. Finally Stanford cums, holding Stanley close. They all pass out in bed together shortly afterwards.

Fiddleford wakes up in the night. He's naked and content. Next to him, Stanley is laying on his side, with Stanford wrapping around from behind. They're snoring in unison. He leaves them be to grab some water and something to eat in the kitchen. He cant help but think back to way Stanford fucked into Stanley, how Stanford stared at him. It was honestly a bit scary. He's down there longer than he thought he was because half way up the stairs, he hears something coming from his room. He tip toes and peeks inside, an awful, dreadful feeling dancing around his skin. Like a stranger trespassing into someone else's home.

Stanley i still on his side, whimpering softly as Stanford is whispering in his ear and leaving kisses around the side of his head. Stanford has one of Stanley's leg raises, softly pushing into him. Stanford has it placed on his own hip, while is hand is rubbing Stanley's cock. Stanley looks half asleep, moaning softly with each thrust. He's particularly noisy when Stanford sucks a hickey on his neck in a spot where Stanley can't hide it. Stanford's other hand was cradling the side of Stanley's head with his bicep, the bicep that Stanley feel asleep on. Those fingers are raking through his hair, keeping him lulled. Fiddleford watches as Stanley finally turns his head and slots his mouth with Stanford's. He feels like an awful intruder, that this is more than just some taboo sex act, more than a silly request from some horned up country boy about being shared between twins. Fiddleford leaves before he can watch them finish. He waits it out downstairs until he knows there's no more noises from the room.

Fiddleford tiptoes back into bed, now slightly warmer than he left it. Stanley has turned around, wrapped around Stanford's body, face tucked contently between Stanford's neck and the pillow. Stanford has a protective hold of him, one hand on his back and another in his hair. Fiddleford almost jumps out of his skin when Stanford addresses him.

"F."

"Y-Yeah, Stanford?"

"Don't ever make another move on Stanley again."

Fiddleford didn't need to hear the unsaid, "or else..." He nodded his head and shut his eyes.

"Goodnight, F."

"Night, Stanford."

So yeah anyway, Mystery Trio with possessive and overprotective Stanford over Stanley. Fiddleford being traumatized that his boss/best friend. It's a good time around. Especially when Stanford becomes more overtly affectionate with Stanley in the house, keeping just one eye out on Fiddleford.

[larrylimericks]

15Jun24

Some your-names said Louis’s a slag; In Mexico, gave him a shag. Ten or more touched the sky! He sparked up to reply: Fuck your rumors and also jet lag.

[princeofuchiha]

Half baked au thats been floating around my head for months:

Hatake!Tobirama AU where different packs have different wolf-isms / abilities. And the pack Tobirama's mother was from had the ability to shapeshift.

Only. Tobirama lost his mom at a young age, leaving him without anyone to guide him or you know. Warn him at all.

So when he is badly injured in a fight and his adrenaline takes over, pushing him into his wolf form in one last ditch effort to survive, he has no idea how to handle it.

What he double doesn't know how to handle is Izuna, who finds him half dead and goes "Oh my god, it's a wolf puppy. I bet if I heal it it'll love me and I can have my own summoning contract way before everyone else my age!! That silver haired freak will never see it coming."

Que Izuna dragging a half dead Tobirama back home, tending to his injuries and hiding him from his parents and brothers because he knows they'll never let him keep him. Splitting his rations going I'm A Genius. I Get A Pet And A Weapon. Dad's Going To Be So Proud. Eventually.

Meanwhile Tobirama is trying with everything in him not to bite the one thing keeping him alive (his bastard rival) while trying to figure out how to escape / listening for intel.

Him spending time in the house waiting for the other shoe to drop. And being absolutely bewildered when Tajima is. Not the best parent by any means but like. Certainly better to his kids up front vs the shit he's used to dealing with with Batsuma. And Izuna and Madara. Honestly aren't as evil incarnate as he's been raised to believe.

He's watching Izuna run into the room and all but throw himself on the bed absolutely livid that the adults won't let him join them on their upcoming hunt. And opting to do the most reasonable and mature thing - rant to the wolf puppy with a leg too broken to run away and ignore him.

He's watching Madara sneak in and out of the house each night, horrified and outraged to smell Hashirama's scent on him every damn time he comes home. Usually with a stupid giddy grin he's shoving down.

He's watching Tajima walk circles around the compound when he can't sleep, sharingan whirling with protectiveness of all things as he watches over his sleeping clansmen.

He's watching day by day with the horrible realization that the Uchiha truly are Human. Growing attached to the warmth they radiate while also. Not able to go a full 24 hours without considering biting someone.

[harbingersecho]

she should've been problematic at the club

[sunsetzer]

Good morning everyone I'm currently thinking about how Orion was the first person Megatron killed and crying into my cereal :')

[vaguely-concerned]

in his and davrin's banters, lucanis exhibits a certain little shit energy I don't think we see him have with anyone else other than illario and honestly I am living for this