#I’m tagging everyone idc

[sspadfoot]

Right time for some problematic shit cause I don’t even care anymore.

Im making this post about a certain post some else made. It’s at the bottom.

So idek if this is problematic but idc cause this person is crazy. First I’m gonna start of with the fact that they said they hate the marauders fandom. Okay? Why r u still here? If you hate it and its ships and head cannons leave. It will be a better place without you.

Secondly I’m gonna say that jegulus is a fictional ship that people made up cause they wanted to. If u have a problem with it block the tag and leave it at that. There is no need to make a post about it knowing people who ship Jegulus r gonna see it. It’s weird and obsessive. Also the fact that some people also don’t understand the meaning of alternate universes is crazy. We aren’t justifying fascist Regulus we are using his character and the small amount of information we have about him to create our own stories.

Also like I said once I’m gonna say it again. If you hate peoples head cannons LEAVE. If people wanna ship marylily and pandalily or partyvan OR WHATEVER SHIP THEY WANT TO LET THEM! It’s none of your fucking business.

And last I’m gonna address the elephant in the room. The fact that you literally said people deserve to die for ruining the fandom. That is just a crazy thing to say and no one deserves to die. This is a fictional world. Also let me remind you JK Rowling is a horrible person so let us have our own head cannons.

Ship Jily idc. Ship Jegulus idc. Ship prongsfoot or Partyvan or fucking bitch killer IDC.

GROW UP AND JUST LEAVE PEOPLE ALONE.

[friendlygirlswag]

rip gale dekarios you would’ve loved abba

[plague-of-insomnia]

i really think people nowadays assume that they’re OWED fan content, and completely forget the PEOPLE behind the content they claim to love.

people don’t leave kudos. they don’t comment unless it’s nasty/critical. they don’t reblog.

and you wonder why you can’t find any content? maybe it’s bc the creators you claimed to love so much stopped sharing their work bc people didn’t seem to appreciate it/treated them like shit

we aren’t some AI spurting out crap. We’re humans putting little pieces of our souls out there for you to share a little joy.

i just wish more people would remember that, and be a lot more appreciative than entitled little shits.

[pearlparty]

Distraction

Note to self: never ask for a spot ever again.  Just die like a woman when you drop the bar. 

Pairing: Austin x Reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: Austin teases you at the gym and you get distracted from your workout.

Warnings: Language, innuendo, flirting, established relationship

Word Count: 2075 ish

Note: Breaking another impromptu indefinite hiatus to post lol. Based on this post/reblog to cure writer’s block. Lol I wrote this in like a day and a half and in an airport so take that for what you will. I just really like men sweating and grunting I’m sorry. Feedback is a writer’s life blood, so please tell me what sucks about this so I can improve!!

Austin had always gone to the gym with you. You’d go together, but usually stayed in your own lanes doing your own workouts, and then leave together.  The routine allowed some space to breathe and work individually—do things separately together. It happened organically for one reason: different desired routines. And that’s how it stayed for weeks, leaving each of you satisfied at the end of the hour and a half.

Today provided another reason for why separate workout routines proved more effective than working together. 

You’d walked in with the intention of setting a personal record on the squat rack.  You’d been working your way up for weeks.  Maybe you truly felt prepared to lift it, or perhaps it was the extra zing that the pre-workout put in your step, but either way you stepped up to the rack prepared to put your legs to the test.  The cute dark blue crop and legging combo probably gave you an extra boost, too. It did make your ass look good, after all, and that little “I’m sexy and I know it” boost worked like magic for motivation. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t see the way Austin’s eyes lingered a little too long when you put your jacket and bag into the locker. Maybe if you’d seen his eyes darken, you’d have caught onto his little game instead of being taken by surprise. 

Still, before you parted ways at the locker, you couldn’t help but admire the curves of his bare shoulders beneath his muscle tee. Such fond memories of those shoulders and the weights they occasionally carried: your niece when you went to the park weeks ago, the heavy cement bag for your parents’ backyard, your thighs—

You shook the thought from your head, and moved to the track to warm up. You’d moved closer to the weight section to do some warm up Bulgarian Split Squats when Austin called you over to his spot at one of the benches. 

“Babe,” he called out, “can I get a spot real quick?” The question fazed you a moment; he rarely asked for a spot, but you supposed that the empty gym deprived him of many other options. 

“Yeah,” you chirped as you rose from the mat. “Yeah, sure.” 

Austin positioned himself on the bench and prepped for his heavy set. You couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, the determination etched on his face as he focused on the task at hand. The veins in his hands and forearms seemed to pulse as he gripped the bar, and a small part of you wished they were wrapped around your neck—

"Ready, babe?" His voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you quickly positioned herself at the end of the bench, ready to spot him. You cleared your throat. 

"Ready," you replied as you braced yourself for the weight that was about to come crashing down. He grinned but didn’t say anything. 

As Austin began his set, your eyes were drawn to the flex of his muscles, the strain evident in every movement. You couldn't tear your gaze away, mesmerized by the raw power and intensity he exuded with each repetition.

With each huff and grunt that escaped Austin’s lips, you felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks. You tried to focus on the task at hand, on keeping him safe as he pushed himself to his limits, but you couldn't shake the feeling of arousal that pulsed through your veins.

As Austin finished his set and racked the bar, he flashed you a grin, his chest heaving with exertion. He rose from the bench breathing heavy, sweat dotting his brow. 

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured with a breath, voice low and husky as he gently pinched your chin between his thumb and knuckle. 

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, mind filled with images of his sweaty body entwined in passion with yours. You swallowed hard, trying to push aside the thoughts that threatened to consume your mind you helped Austin re-rack the weights.

"Anytime," you replied, voice barely convincing nonchalance as you tried to quell the desire that burned within your chest—a desire slowly spreading throughout your extremities and to your lower belly. "Anytime." 

Walking back to your mat, your mind swirled with overwhelming amounts of filthy thoughts, and the reps got increasingly hard to count (which ended up being fine because working to failure is good for growth, but still). Those damn grunts? Every huff and breath of exertion? The small whimper that escaped his lips when he struggled momentarily to get the bar up on the last rep? All played on a continuous, horny loop in your head as you spent the next few minutes finishing the exercises before your squats. 

His damn blue muscle tee, his damn cap that couldn’t cover his pretty curls at the back of his head, his damn gray joggers, his damn water dripping down his chin as he chugged from his water bottle after a couple of sets on the lat pulldown machine that made his damn muscles flex and sweat collect on his damn collarbones. Damn him damn him damn him.  

A trip the the gym had supposed to clear your mind, not fill it with insufferable horny thoughts. How were you supposed to focus on the movements properly when he walked around looking like that?

And now you needed him to spot you during your squats. Lovely.

His gaze wandered to you in the mirror as he took another gulp of water. You waved him over.

He adjusted his earbuds and wiped his chin with the collar of his shirt as he approached you. “Hey, gorgeous. Need a spot?” Was his voice always so deep? I must be ovulating because this is not normal.  

“If you’re not busy? I wanna beat my record from a couple weeks ago,” you answered. 

“New PR, baby!” he whooped, clapping his hands together once to try to hype you up.  He likely mistook your distraction for nerves. Hell, you wished it was, not an aching need that pulled your attention away from your workout.

A nervous laugh left your chest, suddenly rather timid at the prospect of him being so close while you were trying to lift something seriously heavy.  You turned to face the mirror behind the rack—turn away from him directly but still see him behind you in the reflection.  Had you seriously never appreciated how he dwarfed you before?

Okay, enough, focus on the damn lift you horny simpleton, the sane part of your mind berated.  You pushed the thoughts aside and stepped under the bar.

“Ready?”  you tossed over your shoulder to him as he stood a few feet back.  

“You got this,” he affirmed.  You took a breath and lifted the bar off the rack and stepped back.  Austin put a close but reasonable distance between the two of you and looped his arms under yours, prepared to pull you back if you were to fall forward.  

Another breath, and then you went down.  Austin followed your movements and you let out a puff of air as you tried to push yourself back to the top.  

“C’mon, you got it,” he gently coaxed from behind you.  It wasn’t the typical motivating voice he used in the gym.  No, it was much softer, teetering on the edge of something—well, you weren’t sure you wanted to find out or you’d surely drop the bar and hurt both you and him.  If you hadn’t been balancing over 200lbs on your shoulders, you might have shot him a wide eyed look.  You came to the top of the position.  “Alright, that’s one.  Just seven more.”  His voice seemed to have some extra smoke in it today.  

A flush of warmth spread through your torso, tingling in your extremities that had no connection to the exertion of the second rep. His words lit a fire, spurring you on as you sank into the third. 

“Doin’ so good,” Austin murmured, his hot breath fanning down your neck. “Just like that.” 

Fuck off fuck off fuck off you hot bastard. He was doing it on purpose. Whether it was to get a rise out of you or provide some extra motivation, you didn’t know.

Down.  Up. Four. Focus. Five.

“You’re killing it. Just focus on that form.” You could have sworn his hand brushed the side of your waist. 

Six. A breath. Seven. The burn in your quads nearly made you question whether you could do another rep. You hissed out a sharp breath and braced yourself, legs wavering at the top of the rep for only a second. 

“Nearly there,” Austin continued, the same salacious insinuation lining his words. “Can ya gimme one more, baby?” 

A thrill shot down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat.  Damn him.

You finished the set, legs trembling slightly as you stepped back to re-rack the bar with a huff. You set your hands on your hips to suck in a well deserved breath. A stupid smile graced your lips as you realized that you’d accomplished your goal despite Austin’s distracting encouragement.  The burn in your legs slowly turned to a sweet jelly-like sensation. 

Austin approached the rack, going around to meet you toward the front, a smirk lining his perfect lips. “Feeling good?”

You nearly rolled your eyes at his double-entendre. “Yeah,” you snorted, as you stepped around to meet him. “Feelin’ grea—“ You stumbled, the jelly in your legs making your knees fold momentarily. 

Right into his strong arms. 

“Woah, now,” he chuckled, pulling you back up with his hands firmly on your back and ribs. “Careful there, Bambi.” That time, you did roll your eyes with a laugh as you steadied yourself once more, but not pulling away from him yet. “Don't hurt yourself.” 

“Oh please,” you flicked the brim of his hat, “I’m canceling my membership; you are too damn distracting.” You giggled as you pushed him away to walk to the equipment spray, throwing a little extra sway in your hips as you strutted away. The jig was up; no sense in trying to focus on something when it would all be for naught. You wanted to play this out. 

“Is that right?” He cocked an eyebrow, that permanent smirk etched onto his face. “So you didn’t like my extra motivation, hm?” He gripped the brim of his cap and flipped it around, giving you a more than adequate view of his triceps and biceps as he pressed it down in the back. You sucked in a breath. He knew how much you liked it when he put his hat on backwards.

“I blame the endorphins. I’m taking my business elsewhere so I can actually focus,” you quipped. You stepped to the rack, deliberately putting it between you and him as you sprayed down the bar.

“Hm. That’s fair, I guess.” He moved in closer, placing his hands on either side of the rack and leaning over the bar, his voice low and suggestive, “Guess we’ll just have to find other ways to work out together then.”

You cocked an eyebrow, allowing yourself a moment to shamelessly look him up and down as the tip of your tongue wet your bottom lip before you pulled it between your teeth. Your delicate fingers curled around the bar as you rested your chin on it. The smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne and nearly made your knees weak again. You tapped your right toe behind your left heel, enjoying his proximity and the innuendo in the air.

You hummed as the tension crackled between the two of you. “Whatayasay we cut this strength session short and go home for some cardio?”

His eyebrows raised and he chewed the inside of his cheek, glancing dangerously down to your lips. A low hum resonated in his chest. “I like the sound of that.” 

He shortened the distance between you, tantalizing movements to tempt you closer to his lips. And then, “Meet ya by the treadmills, baby,” he teased with a wink and then pulled away. 

—

And that’s how you figured out that if you worked out with Austin, you’d end up horny and skip the workout for another sweaty activity.

tag: @mrsniallhoran505

[ixkhor-and-ambroxia]

Hey #GreekMythology tumblr, I want ya’lls help on something :).

So, I’ve been thinking about starting this massive project. Like, would take years and years work of writing and research and sheerly finding the time and motivation for. And as I was thinking about the specifics, I thought: why not bring others into it as well? Because as much as I am interested in a lot of Greek Mythology, there are things that are simply not my interests and might cause writers block and my goal for the project would to be as fun as possible. So, here we are.

What is the project exactly? Well, hopefully, it’ll be a long Ao3 series/fic focusing on the individual perspectives of various figures/events in Greek Mythology arranged in (semi/good enough) chronological order. I personally intend to write for Poseidon in his/my version of the Titanomachy and (maybe) some events that follow, if you want a little bit of an idea on what I’m talking about.

The limits on this are almost completely free, all that I ask are that each of your submissions are one POV only (and by that I mean your main subject’s POV). Why do I say this? I say this because that is what I want this project to look like. It doesn’t matter if it’s First, Second, or Third POV along with all the other variants of those three, my main focus is on the individual experiences of these individuals. Kind of like character studies, if you know what I mean. I’m intending for it to be mostly formal but I will absolutely accept crack admissions that I will probably put into its own series to Separate the Vibes for whoever comes by :).

Ultimately, this is a completely open-ended project that has absolutely no deadline. I’m about to go to bed so I can’t go into too much detail, but if you want to DM me or send any asks, I am completely okay with that and we’ll all flesh out the specifics we go :).

What is my overall purpose? Not only is this project made for my own individual purposes of learning more about the gods and other Greek Mythology writers, but it’s also the chance to spread the word of other writers. I know how hard it is to get specific audiences, especially when you’re shy, so this is a chance for your work to be stumbled upon. Each post on the eventual Ao3 fic will include your socials, how to find you, and your other general works on either ao3, tumblr, wattpad, or other :)

Can you participate even without socials or a tumblr page? Yes you absolutely can :). My asks will always be open to anons and I will do my best to give credit when I eventually post everything :). If you want to post multiple submissions or simply just want a trackable (between works) name to your writing, just sign something at the end. It could be a name, it could be a potential username, I don’t mind at all :)).

How do I submit things? Well, the best way would be to DM me :). I have a personal writing email separate from most things that would be perfect to either share a google docs with or to just send a copy-and-pasted copy of it. Otherwise, I take asks. None of them will be posted unless asked or we’re ready to so it’ll be safe to just drop them off in! It’s also where I take questions :).

Any other things to note? I’d really appreciate some other moderators and editors :). There’d only be like two or three of each and we’d have to know each other decently well before officially starting, but some help would be appreciated! Also, I’d like to keep a working ‘spreadsheet’ of who’s working on what just for people to see what’s going on :). Maybe some people can collaborate or it’ll encourage those niche writers to write :). A third thing is that most questionable stuff is accepted. I’d personally rather not handle all those things other than posting it so it might be a while until I can officially accept (consensual and/or graphic) ✨spicy stuff✨ but, other than that, I’ll take any of it (also, it’s Greek Mythology, almost all of it already happened). If someone’s willing to take over the ✨spicy stuff✨ then please DM me so we can work out the details and see if it’s a nice fit :)

Honestly, that all should be it. The main point is that I’m trying to start up a long-term project on Tumblr and Ao3 about what is essentially Greek Mythology character studies that not only allows for mass communication across a wide audience, but also (hopefully) gets some recognition for the smaller writers :). Feel free to DM me or send me asks with questions but for now, I shall sleep

Tagging: @bluebellstudio @thirteen-deaths-later @0lympian-c0uncil @happyk44 @h0bg0blin-meat @sworeontheriverstyx @deathlessathanasia @gotstabbedbyapen. Sorry if I tagged you and you want nothing to do with it, I just wanted to get it out there /pos /gen

[garlicbreadslice]

I started replaying animal jam again after 5 years for the nostalgia and I’ve already spent 15k gems, all my diamonds, bought two houses, joined the military, got a seal and an arctic wolf, broke up a fight between a racist and a twitter user, and bought a three month membership subscription…

I am but a man

[hyperch1ptune]

can I say something

I think yumeshipping (selfshipping) w the gadgetinis is cool actually

[none-tadashi-left-hiro]

hi what is wrong with me

[cadaverre]

.

[twistedappletree]

my kind’s your kind,

i’ll stay the same.

[scionshtola]

i was just reading a thread that was technically defending fan fiction but that also said it was all bad and annoying and i think maybe i’d rather they did not defend it

[waspcup]

google dot com how to stop making posts show up on your dash

[elliesbelle]

belle this is so sad :(

WHO MADE YOU FEEL LIKE THAT NOW-

oh we already know, c’mon now

[magic-owl]

there is a CANON LESBIAN MAIN CHARACTER. has her storyline been totally perfect? no! it could be better! but she has a healthy and loving relationship that is fleshed out and explored and her identity is treated with respect and it matters so so much to the story and it would not be the same without her.

but here people go flinging around “queerbait” and “homophobia” like wet monkey poo because their fandom flagship ship isn’t canon come on you guys

[melhekhelmurkun]

Apparently an unpopular opinion considering how many people do it, but if you unironically write incest you’re a bad person :)

[starlooove]

Batfam and their fave Jem characters:

Ok first Im gonna split it into the batfam and who their fave member of the holograms would be, and then I’m gonna split into fave character overall.

Alfred-Aja: OK HEAR ME OUT: I think that he’d appreciate Aja’s tough but polite thing going on. She’s never rlly the first to start a fight but she’s also not soft on others and will call bullshit out when she sees it. From what I can remember she’s a very stable presence in the group, if not the rock of it, and I think he’d like that l.

Bruce-Jem: Listen I KNOW it’s cliche but c’mon?? The double identity, the relationship issues, the dead parents; it all hits for him. And the plane episode made him break into full blown out sobs. I think his fave songs would be can’t get my love together and everybody wears a mask.

Dick-Shana: I think Shana would be Dick’s favorite because of her arc where she left the band to pursue her career. I think the fact that she WAS jealous of the new drummer but her feelings were validated and still loved her new profession and found a way to do both in a way that benefited her with the help of her friends would make him ugly cry. His fave songs would prolly be Like a Dream and I believe in Happy endings.

Jason-Roxy: The reading episode could honestly say it all, but I also think the way Roxy IS insecure in the Misfits and defends her place with the “I deserve it I’m a REAL misfit” attitude when Jetta is introduced would hit him hard. His fave songs would prolly be it takes a lot, nightmare, and congratulations.

Cass-Stormer: LISTEN LISTEN I think she’d enjoy how Stormer is kind and ultimately acts for the greater good but is still very much a misfit at heart. Even in the breaking of the bands, Stormer goes for an insult first and makes her demands to the misfits and she’s absolutely firm with it. Her leaving in the first place was out of love and respect for herself. I also think she’d like Pizzaz’s attitude lol. Her fave songs would be who is he kissing, midsommers night madness, and making mischief.

Steph-Jetta: Her parents were absolutely shitty to her and she came out strong. Whenever she was disrespected she actually swung (even physically in her debut) back 10X harder. Roxy questioned her spot on the team and Jetta was ready to defend it immediately, despite her just getting it. She was a misfit and she knew it, Fuck what anyone else says even if it’s a senior misfit. I think Steph would actually admire that attitude and she’d wish she could’ve channeled it when Bruce and Tim were being absolute assholes to her. Like even though she did talk back she still Bruce be the ultimate authority and took what tim said to heart and Jetta would never take it lying down. She hates clash bc of her desperate attitude and a small part of her mind feels like everyone thinks that’s her. She’s right (that they think that) and it’s terrible :( Her fave songs would be I am a giant, there aint nobody better, and take a hike Jack.

Tim- Pizzazz: LISTEN! I think it’s be another admiration thing. I thing he’d really fuck with her attitude and the way she’s not afraid to take what she believes is hers? Like not in an evil way or whatever but he was rolling his eyes whenever the Holograms just so happened to get offered XYZ for being in the right place at the right time. The misfits are lowk right! Sometimes you have to set things in motion for yourself and if that requires a little bit of murderous intent…so? Seriously tho I think he’d relate to her issues with her dad but I also think he wouldnt take it that seriously. Like pre Jack trying to connect with him more, I don’t think he took the absence that deep so when he sees pizzazz it’s more of “look at u doing all this and u don’t even fw horses I’d take the money tbh 🙄” the entire family is sideyeing tf outta him. His fave songs would be scandal, gimme a gimmick, and there’s a melody playing.

Duke-Raya/Jetta; NOT JUST BC THEYRE NEW I think he’d find raya’d relationship with her dad super sweet and he’d relate to how she felt being the new kid on the block. Stuff like when she first fully interacted with the misfits and didn’t really get the big history between them and the holograms, or other moments where past stories are talked about that she doesn’t fully get would prolly hit hard. I think the scene where she realized Jem was Jerrica and was terrified but also completely willing to help hide her secret immediately just screams Duke finding out about Bruce and Batman. And he thought it was funny when she ripped the flower out of Jetta’s hair. Speaking of I think his would be less of an admiration thing with Steph and more if ‘she is me’ thing. Like idk Duke being an awful flirt and getting into a fistfight is screaming equal opposite to Jetta lying about being royalty like honestly it’s less that he likes Jetta and more that he knows she’s him and he’s her and they’re eachother. fave songs would be who is he kissing, I like your style, and it could be you.

Damian-Minx: LISTEN! I think he’d relate to Pizzazz a lot but as much as I hate to say it, Pizazz’s very valid feelings about her father and his lack of relationship with her were very much played as a joke in the show and I think Damian would feel pathetic for relating to her like that. Like I think post therapy Damian would openly love pizzazz but for now? Minx. The thing with the Minx is that she TRIED the whole being nice thing and nobody believed her. They thought it was weird or fake and only started to trust her later on. But that’s not the appeal of it, the appeal is that Minx went back to being bitchy and had a real support group there. It’s not that Damian wants to be the way he was, God forbid, but the fact that she did and had people who not only accepted her but were ecstatic to have her back? The fact that they weren’t glad she ‘reverted’ because they wanted to use her for anything but because she was their friend and they knew her? He ugly cries about it to this day. His fave songs would be who is she, destiny, and get outta my way.