#I’M SO CONFUSED

[indieyuugure]

So…

Does Donnie actually even need glasses??

[cr-ok]

that new Netflix show looks cool and all, but isn’t the writer’s strike still going?

update (July 30):

To those explaining WGA has not called for boycott and why, thank you, I genuinely appreciate you all. Sorry this response took so long. I just figured out how to view reposts.

To those who do not know, it is extremely likely a mass drop in subscriptions will turn into an excuse to say “streaming services are not a stable way to get revenue, so your work does not hold any real value for us”. A boycott has not been called as a result.

[jumpy-buggy-33]

Why am I just now realizing the Pokemon cards with lmk characters on it are canon and made by the actual creator/helper(?) of lmk-

Liek🤪

Ok now I’m confused and irritated like someone said it isn’t canon WDYM I DONT FREAKINN UNDERSTAND😭😭😭

[cynningly]

every day i think about the 2023 official Eddsworld pride art that for some reason has the EverymanHybrid crew in the background-

like

why tf are they there?? that’s so clearly them but what do they have to do with Eddsworld???

[emotoangel]

I am but a simple European phannie what the fuck did I miss while I slept??? they got engaged in Boston??? they’re in vegas???? what the fuck is happening?????

[verkomy]

bells hells meeting the mighty nein is the best thing that ever happened to me

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

???? Why are we trending???? What happened??? Did I miss something????

[vampire-biter]

HELLO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST PROPOSED TO YOU LAST NIGHT

WDYM YOU LET ME PROPOSE TO YOU WHILE HIGH??

CRYING OMG

IM ENGAGED SURE THATS REALLY COOL

BUT YOU LET ME DO THAT HIGH.

Me now that I know this ^

At least it’s a funny story to tell in the future?-

I think-

[geekforhorror]

ain’t no way i just saw people comparing jace norman to hayden christensen in a tiktok comment section… like yes they’re both attractive but HUH?

no hate to any of the comments i just found it amusing 😭

[frillsand]

GET CRABBED, HOMIE 🦀🦀

[decadenceandrot]

In all honesty it's so strange seeing this influx of people liking House MD. Like..... I know it's been popular for a while, especially back in like 2013 when I really got into it.

Now it's like I'm chilling watching it and when House makes a joke at Wilson's expense then I'm joined by the chorus of laughter of an amphitheater that I did not know was behind me.

Seriously what happened that I'm not aware of 😭

[indieyuugure]

okay but seriously

WHY IS THIS TRUE!?

[foldingfittedsheets]

My beloved’s mom is staying with us until Tuesday. I’m gonna start this off by saying she spent a morning cleaning our kitchen. That was really nice. It’s not her fault I’m a territorial autistic who’s really fussy about things.

But I can understand what’s going through her head most of the time. I get the reasoning.

Today though. Today she did something so baffling that I keep coming back to it with just ???? looping around my head.

My beloved took her out for coffee and I stayed home. I did two loads of laundry while they were out. I may not be a champion folder but I do 90% of the laundry and I don’t mind the chore. Our washer and dryer live in a closet upstairs. The washing machine must be left open or the Mold Notices.

She’s done two loads of laundry since staying with us and left the washer closed both times. So when I went to run my laundry today I made sure to leave it open. I can smell that damage has been done but once she leaves and I can turn the heat back on I should be able to gain ground.

They both came home when the second load had finished in the dryer. She had no reason to go in the laundry closet. But while reading downstairs I heard the distinct sound of the closet doors opening and I twitched to listen. The dryer door clanged shut. No further laundry sounds.

Hours later when heading up to bed I went to fold and realized she’d moved the clean sheets into a basket but she hadn’t realized they were still damp. But she’d also closed the washer again.

I keep being so confused. Why did she go in the laundry closet??? She didn’t know I’d done laundry. The door was shut like always. It could be construed as helpful that she moved the sheets except that they were still damp and might have dried more in the warm dryer. But why open the closet at all????? Was she bored? She did not know I’d done laundry!

[iheartjameshetfield]

James seeing you having a conversation with a guy during their show and fuming with anger (even though the interaction was innocent). Then,after the show, he takes you to the dressing room and fucks you so hard that you can’t walk straight after😭 I’m definitely imagining black album James for this.

the way i was imagining black album james before you even said it omg 😭 great minds think alike.

he saw you and that fucking guy interacting a couple times throughout the show, causing his voice to come off a little rougher than usual in his performance.

“hey.” his raspy voice would suddenly appear next to you as he wraps an arm over your shoulder. “who’s this kid.” he nods.

you’d tell him his name and inform james, whispering to him that you were just having an innocent conversation, no need to get all ‘alpha’ like.

i feel like james is the type of person to say a completely different name to the one you told him. like you would tell him “his name is mark”

and james would be like “nice to meet you carl” 💀💀

“darling, it’s time to go.” he gives you a sickeningly sweet smile as he takes your hand in his, leading you to his dressing room.

when you go inside, he doesn’t even speak. he sits on the couch, gesturing to his lap, impatiently waiting for you.

“james, seriously, it was nothing.”

“hurry up.” he seethes, ignoring you.

you scramble over to his direction, laying over lap. he lifts your skirt, running his rough hands over your smooth skin. he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, making you jolt forward.

“what do you say?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble

he slaps your ass again, making you wail out. “what’d you say?”

“i’m sorry! please james…”

“sorry won’t cut it.” he sternly tells you, gesturing for you to sit on the couch next to him on your elbows and knees.

he roughly shoves your skirt off of you, along with your top. he starts by trailing his thumb down your heat, rubbing your clit in tight circles over your underwear. he pulls down your panties, plunging two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out.

“hold still.” he’d order you when you squirm, trying to rut your hips into his fingers. he starts off slow, rubbing your slick over your folds and then to your clit.

he would keep overstimulating you, thrusting his fingers inside of you but whenever he feels you clenching around him, he pulls out, wanting to edge you.

“james, please” you whine, tears springing on the corner of your eyes.

he mocks a face of sympathy, shushing you as he starts rubbing your clit again, making you cry out. you thrash underneath his fingers as he mercilessly thrusts into you, your slick and wetness leaking down your thighs and down his hands.

when you attempt to close your legs, james immediately opens them again, delivering a slap to your cunt. your elbows give out, and so would your knees if it weren’t for james holding you up by your hips.

“james, please, i need it…”

your voice is barely audible, too tired from being edged. thankfully, james finally listened to you. he pulled off his shirt and jeans just enough for his cock to be out. he strokes himself a couple of times, using your slick as lube.

he easily slips inside you, already enjoying the noises your pussy would make against him. he uses your hips as leverage to meet you back against his, enjoying the way his cock slips in and out of your pretty pussy.

you clench onto him, whining into the pillows of the couch when the speed of his thrusts increases. his arm reaches around to palm at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

when he feels your starting to rut your hips back at him, he slaps your ass in encouragement, loving the red marks that start to appear. “yeah, baby, like that. you can do better, come on.”

tears stream down your face from the overstimulation as you start to shake, feeling your orgasm approach you for what felt like the millionth time that night. you only pray that james would let you cum this time.

“need to cum james please. please let me cum, i’ll be good, i swear. i won’t do it again, just please.” you whine and beg, needing your release.

“i do love hearing you beg, though.” he quips, making you cry even more since you thought he wasn’t going to let you finish.

suddenly, a look of determination appeared on his face. he squeezes your ass, trailing them to your hips and grasps them so hard, bruises would appear the next day. he rubs your clit as he pistons himself into you, eager to get you to your release.

he pulls you up by your hair so your back would be against his chest. he attacks your neck with bruises, licking after to soothe the spot.

your vision starts to get hazy when you finally cum, feeling the sticky mess get on your and james’ thighs.

“thank you. thank you much. i promise i won’t do it again…thank you.” you repeat your thanks to him, not being able to think or focus on anything else but him and the feeling of you finally cumming after so long.

“we’re not done yet.” he whispers into your ear as if it were the most obvious thing, making you cry. your body couldn’t handle anything else but he couldn’t give less of a shit.

he pulls out so he can flip you onto your back. james uses your cum to lube himself up again, spreading your cum around your thighs and to your ass, making you as messy as possible.

he holds your thighs open, pushing into you again and starting to thrust. it was hard to enjoy the sight of him feeling so pleasured, the moans and groans he’s letting out as your cry, your makeup melting all over your face as you repeatedly apologize.

“james, fuck. ‘s too much james i cant.”

“shh, yes you can, be a good girl for me”

he ignores your pleads and speeds up instead, wrapping his arms around your hips to lift you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around him.

“that’s it baby. let kyle know who’s makin you feel this good.” he smirks, almost sadistically as he pounds into you.

you forgot completely about kyle or mark or whatever the fuck his name was. you were solely focused on james and james only.

you both let out loud and filthy moans, not caring whether all the people outside can hear you or not. he wipes away some tears from your eyes before leading his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it harshly and the feeling of pleasure adding for him whenever he touches himself on accident.

“oh james, fuck i cant-” you threw your head back, shutting your eyes as you scream. the pleasure was way too much. it was too overwhelming for you, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. the knot in your core just snapped as you released, james still rubbing you through it. only this time, it felt more intense then you have ever felt it before.

“holy fuck” james heaves as he watches you squirt all over him, your juices going on his stomach and chest as well as yours. “gonna cum so deep in you fuck baby.”

the sight instantly made him cum, james stilling inside of you as you clench around him, draining every drop inside as he moans in euphoria.

you hiss when he pulls out, not being able to handle any more friction. he uses this thumb to spread your folds, pushing back his cum that was threatening to leak out.

“good girl, that was fucking amazing. you did so fucking good for me, yeah? god that was..” he couldn’t even form any coherent thoughts let alone words as he replays what just happened in his head.

he’s both in shock and in awe of you as he helps you get dressed, letting you rest on the couch while he puts on his own clothes.

when you leave the room, he hooks an arm around your waist to help you walk since you were way too tired and fucked out, you physically couldn’t.

you pass by mark, the whole reason for this happening, and james sends him a cocky smirk as he waves at the boy. you hiss and whine as you feel james’ cum trickling down your legs, shoving your face into james’ chest and telling him you want to go home.

what have i done

i actually hate myself for this

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

been on tumblr for not even five minutes this morning, what the FUCK do you mean dc is killing jason again??????

[aroacearchangel]

being autistic with alexithymia (emotional blindness) is so much of a hinderance when navigating my aroace identity because. I know I feel affection. I know I feel closeness. I just don’t know How.

at some point it could be argued “but does it matter, really?” and yes it does, to me. sometimes it doesn’t, but sometimes it does. because I’ve told people I’ve dated what I thought was fascinating about them, what I adored about them, what I loved (yes, that word) about them. and they were all true. but there would be a look in their eye, searching for something that might not be there, a lilt in the question of “and what else” like they were waiting for something.

I enjoy the idea of a having someone who will like me forever and never leave, and it seemed like that’s what a romantic relationship was supposed to be. I still don’t know what I’m missing. How much of it is disingenuous if I love someone platonically, but I love them nonetheless?

I suppose what it comes down to is that I’m afraid having a platonic relationship with someone will never be enough, and that if I just play the part as something else then I won’t be alone.