#In case it’s not obvious

[tommykinard6]

Guys I’ve solved the puzzle.

Oliver said that the makeup lady loves it when he comes in with new tattoos cause she gets paid by the hour.

Idk if anyone’s looked too closely at Lou, but he’s got a fair amount of tattoos himself.

9-1-1’s insta is now following Lou. Oliver and Lou have spoken out about clearly being for the new storyline.

Guys, I’ve solved it.

Forget any silly reasons like a charming love story or story arcs coming full circle, nah nah nah.

It’s all a plot by Oliver to get the makeup lady more hours.

Bless you, makeup lady. Bless you.

Edit: looking through Lou’s insta, don’t think he has tattoos after all or at least we can’t see them. However I’m keeping this up cause I’m still funny thank you very much 🤣

[maggiecheungs]

FAVOURITE THAI FILM(S) PER YEAR • 2018

MANTA RAY • dir. Phuttiphong Aroonpheng

[wowzerwyrm]

Honestly, I’m shocked and disgusted at the amount of machine-made art nowadays. Everywhere I go I see it, it’s practically taken over. It hurts me deep inside to know so many artists are going without credit or compensation, their work flaunted about like a prize, like the people who carry it have anything to be proud of.

And how can they justify it? No work, no effort, just slapping something crappy together and pretending it represents them as a person. There’s no soul in that, no humanity. Just empty shells of color and ill-fitting shapes. People have even started buying this robotic garbage, like it’s comparable to getting it from an actual artist.

If you’re one of those people, you need to listen, and really look at what you’ve come to. How can you appreciate the real worth of art if it’s so cheap to you that you won’t even do it yourself?

If you’re one of those people, and you have a shred of decency, this is your wake-up call. To be human, to make your own art, to experience life as it was meant to be experienced. Through the blood, sweat and tears that comes through learning a skill, and seeing the beauty of the unique result only you can make.

If you’re one of those people, this is your sign to stop wearing mass produced clothes.

The people who worked so hard to develop those weaving and sewing techniques aren’t being compensated for those clothes being made. All that art and knowledge has been stolen, packaged into a soulless machine, and mass produced into ugly, empty shells.

Do you think your clothes express yourself? That the skirt or jeans your chose to wear say anything about you? How could they, when you didn’t make them yourself? When you just clicked a button to buy something you thought looked good, and a machine made it for you? Do you consider it ‘fashionable’ when you wear a mashed together combination of different outfit ideas stolen from other people?

How can it be? You barely did anything yourself. Get out there, gather and grow your own linens. Break it down, weave it into thread, get a loom and learn how to use it. Discover the wide world of dye! Your first hundred projects won’t be perfect, but they’ll at least be human, and that’s what matters, isn’t it? And eventually you’ll be good enough to have a few reams of cloth you can turn into your own clothes, something that can express who you really are, instead of a Frankenstein monster of other artist’s work.

It doesn’t matter if you would rather spend your precious time working on learning to draw or program, this takes priority. If you’re disabled, just use your feet or your mouth, or hire another artist to make clothes for you, at least then it’ll be ethical.

Just do it. Learn! There’s nothing stopping you except being lazy. Spinning yarn and weaving fabric have been an intrinsic part of the human experience for hundreds of thousands of years, and these soulless machines are threatening to take that away from us. Be a part of what it means to be alive, and you’ll see that the hours and years of grueling work will be worth it, even if you were looking forward to spending that time writing stories or painting or playing games. Spinning yarn is just as good, or better. Just do it.

[folklore-girl]

i’m such a hoe for selena

[v4mpires0ap]

Regardless seeing him just makes me happy 💗

[abyssalzones]

posts this and then walks away

[charlesoberonn]

Avatar AU where Aang wakes up after 200 years in the iceberg, and 100 years after the Fire Nation completely fucks up the world.

The land is burned to a crisp. The moon is dark. The weather is out of wack. Angry spirits roam the wild, seeking vengeance against humanity for what they've done.

And yet despite everything, people still survive in the wasteland and ruins.

It's too late to save the world, but it's not too late to fix it.

(also instead of steampunk tech elements, it's atompunk elements)

[ladybugkisses]

Happy Halloween!! ! 🎃

Eleanor's fashionably late, and a new clown has arrived (Camille belongs to @allusionaries)

[tinabelcherseverythingisokface]

But. None of those things affected him personally, so why should he notice or care?

Ran into an "everything was better in my day" old guy today who was genuinely shocked to learn that he was in his teen years before his mother was allowed a bank account without a man's permission

[cheekinpermission]

Well. At least Ruggie and Jamil are having fun.

[fireyocean92]

In these doomed times, what we need most is the drive to push forward.

Quote directly taken from this tweet the official Sonic Twitter posted last time that orange fuck became president.

[puppyboygf]

women with god complexes are so annoying. you'll say "oh my god" at something and they'll go "yes?" and then you have to pretend you don't wanna kneel in worship then & there

[feamir]

it’s the nap hole!

Seeing tumblr screenshots on reddit is wild because the people there really don't get how tumblr works. They'll be baffled like "why would you even admit to sleeping on a pile of laundry for 3 days straight, much less brag about it? That is not the flex you think it is."

My brother in christ that's not why anyone posts shit on tumblr. If you think anyone should be living like you, you wouldn't be on tumblr in the first place. Oversharing your shit on tumblr isn't to show off how great you're doing, it's about admitting that you're a fucked up little creature and willingly submitting yourself to be studied under a microscope. By other supremely weird little critters.

And people who screenshot tumblr shit to post it on reddit.

[hopeinthebox]

bts + new year's resolutions

[shouyuus]

18+, college roommate!vi cinematic universe thigh-riding, questionable vape-usage, oral (vi receiving), smut with a fluffy ending

"s-sweet fuck, pretty girl -- j-just -- just like that --"

you let out a soft whimper, rutting your hips over her flexed thigh, whining as she leans back, a palm resting on your waist, the other clutching her hot pink vape, bringing it up to her lips for a long hit before tugging you down, blowing the dragonfruit-flavored smoke into your mouth.

you suck in, tasting the bright tang of the vape smoke as your pussy clenches, your clit throbbing as you chase your orgasm, grinding down over vi's leg as she groans thick in the back of her throat, her eyes dark and hazed out as she watches you with parted lips.

"like -- like that?" you ask, your voice high and desperate even as vi bites her lips, letting her head fall back against the wall of her room, her cheeks high with color as you reach down and wedge a hand between your bodies, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts to thumb clumsily at her clit. she keens, fingers digging into your waist as she jerks you against her, your juices now so sticky on her thighs that it squelches every time you rut your hips forwards and back.

"fuck -- yeah... mm --" she shifts, hoisting you further up just to meld her mouth with yours, licking into your mouth as your pace stutters and you groan, fingers clutching at her shoulders, her biceps, steadying yourself on her arms as she kisses a harsh line down your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the junction of your throat. "shit, you're so -- so hot, so pretty--"

"vi -- vi -- m'so close --" your lashes flutter as you feel the familiar twist in your gut, the warm already spilling through your limbs.

she chuckles, "c'mon princess --" she tugs on your chin, blowing another puff of smoke in your face, smirking when your breath hitches, "look at me -- wanna see your face when you fuck yourself stupid on my thighs --"

the tension in your belly snaps, your whole body shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. and vi -- she guides you through it, groaning out long and low as she feels you twitch over her, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you ride out your own orgasm against her. you eyes flicker but she keeps you upright, forcing you to look at her even as the edges of your vision fizz out into white sparks of pleasure.

she kisses you as you come down, grinning at the way you whine when she pulls away for another hit of the vape, opening her mouth as you press back in, your fingers finding the soaked folds of her cunt, pressing in, her kissing you as smoke wreathes out the corners of your mouths. you trade the same breath back and forth till you lose count, till you can't figure if the sweetness is the smoke or just the tingling addiction of her mouth on yours.

"mm... wow, princess -- that was --" she hiccups as you press a line of sloppy kisses down her neck, the pale, lamp-kissed bend of her shoulder, the small divot between her breasts, pausing to lave your tongue over her nipples, the piercings there cold as you suck them between your soft lips. your revel in the way she gasps then, the way her fingers bite into your skin.

you reach up wordlessly to tug the vape from her slack fingers, her eyes half-lidded and alight with a loose, liquid hunger as she watches you work down the length of her body.

"you're so wet, vi..." you murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone, smiling up at her as you tug on the waistband of her boyshorts. she lifts her hips, her cheeks darkening as she clears her throat.

"yeah well -- 's not like you can blame me -- oh shit --"

her head thunks back against the wall as you dig your nose into the thin trail of hair that leads to her sopping folds, the slick there glistening in the wane light. you only allow yourself a second to admire her before bringing the vape to your lips and sucking in a breath of the synthetically sweet smoke, and then you're lowering your mouth to her and pressing your tongue into her slow, moaning long and loud, your eyes fixed on her face, watching for the twitch of her lips, the slack in her jaw.

"jesus christ -- mm-mngh --!"

you fight back a grin as she whimpers, her thighs tightening on either side of your face. her fingers dig through your hair as she forces her eyes open to look down at you, an open, needy expression on her face that you doubt she'd willingly show to anyone else. but the knowledge that you can bring her to such pleasure quickens your own pulse and drives you forward as you give her clit a hard suck and she keens again -- that gorgeous, high, helpless sound even as she presses you harder against her folds and jerks against your face, guiding you into a rhythm that suits her needs.

"fuck, fuck, fuck princess --" she lets out a string of incoherent swears as you feel her shove your face into her harder and harder, and all you can do is offer up your mouth, your tongue, anything and everything you can till she shakes apart above you, her release coating your lips and dripping down your chin.

you lap at it hungrily, savoring the salty-sweet-tang even as she finally relaxes her thighs and you manage to pull yourself up for a breath. your face is sticky, and honestly, so is she, but her laughter is warm when she tugs you up to give you a lingering kiss.

your head is a smoke-filled euphoria of half-formed thoughts as the pair of you collapse, boneless, sweaty, and sated onto her messy sheets. she kicks off her boyshorts, leaving her just as naked as you already were as she curls around you, her arms solid and strong, yours curled against her chest, your fingers splayed over the smooth expanse of her skin, tracing abstract shapes as you turn to face her.

"you got somethin' on your face there, sweets," she says, rubbing at thumb down your slick-covered chin. you crinkle your nose, turning to wipe your face messily against her bicep even as she laughs.

"mm... why didn't we do this sooner?" you ask, curling into her, your faces inches apart.

"what, this like -- smoke each other out and have amazing, mind-blowing sex?" vi asks, grinning.

you giggle, shaking your head, "no! i mean -- well, yes, but like... this.." you reach out and cup her cheek, the touch so gentle it stills you both.

vi sighs, shrugging, "dunno, cupcake. i -- i guess i was caught up in..." her eyes cast about her room, the band posters and hand-scribbled workout notes tacked to her wall, "in wondering if you -- if you felt the same about me, i just..."

you purse your lips around a burgeoning smile, "you just... forgot to ask me?"

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. we get it -- you had to make the first move but --" her eyes soften, and so does her voice, "at least we're here now, right?"

"mm," you nod, inching closer, "and we've still got another six months left on the lease."

"six months is a long time," vi says, her voice husky as she rubs a thumb along your cheek.

"yeah... plenty, if we're trying to make up for lost time but..." you hesitate over a held breath, "what happens after?"

"after... we both graduate?"

"yeah."

for a moment, vi's silent. and all around you, the future stretches out like the moonless night, tendrils of shadow reaching like spindled fingers into the unknown future.

"after that... i go wherever you go, cupcake."

you blink, eyes meeting hers, a startled spark of uncertainty rising within you.

"you..."

vi smiles, a crooked, honest thing of lips and teeth. she hooks her ankles around yours and presses your foreheads. her hand comes up to caress the back of your neck.

"if you think i'll ever let you go again after all that... you've got another thing comin', princess."

you let out a relieved laugh, leaning in for a kiss.

"right. i guess the orgasm really was that good, huh?"

vi laughs too then, a soft, breathy sound.

"sure. but really... i mean it. i'm yours, cupcake. for as long as you'll have me."

your lashes flutter; your heart skips. then, you're the one pulling her in for a kiss, one that's sweet as it is consuming. the skin-scalding simmer of a long-burning flame, a spark catching hold on a breath of summer wind.

"i might not be a theoretical physicist, but from what i've heard, forever is a really long time," you say. and vi, to her credit, only takes a second before understanding blossoms in her eyes and she pulling you to her, crushing you in a stomach-turning embrace.

"you're my everything, princess. you know that?"

you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. the room smells like sex and sweat and the soft perfume of your shared shampoo. you grin, a giddy heat pluming up your chest to coil at the back of your throat.

"and you're mine, vi."

vi puffs out a breath, her voice just a tiny bit shaky as she cradles your head in her palm.

"yeah. i know, sweets. i know i am."

[siggiedraws]

silver brings history books from the future and sonic likes to pick them apart