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Would you look at that? Another blog post! This time I take a look at first lines and the age-old adage of starting in the middle. Please take a look and feel free to let me know what you think!

[goobbgoober]

Yea man, i love once upon a witchlight

Once upon a witchlight:

[sebdoesthings]

HGSN images that evoke some visceral, raw emotion deep within me

[maespri]

psychology / media survey

hihihiii!! i know this is sooo random for my account, but a few months back i tried doing an informal survey about people and the psychology behind their connection to their favorite characters. unfortunately it didn't really work out. i decided to make a google form this time and give it another go ^-^

if you'd like to participate, i would seriously appreciate it SO much. it is completely anonymous and purely for me to have fun, totally informal and unofficial. it shouldn't take you more than 5-10 minutes.

here is the link if you're interested in helping a curious gal out!!

*IMPORTANT EDIT: if you ask me a specific question on your form, it will be answered HERE in this post whenever i get to it! thank you!

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Ok a line has been crossed and I am not ok with it on any level. Trolling is never ever ok.

After one of them made a comment on my correctly tagged post (now blocked and reported) they have clearly made a post about it with my url @‘d and as a result I have just had my inbox spammed by over 30 (and climbing) bt stans on anon telling me my url is offensive and they they hope I and Eddie get stage 4 terminal cancer so my url will actually be a relevant reference to something.

The originator was clearly looking to cause trouble by coming into the anti tags after the episode.

I am fully aware the people who actually need to see this won’t but saying that to anyone regardless of ship or fandom or anything is seriously hideous behaviour and it’s not ok.

It makes it very clear they are new to the 911 fandom and have never seen any bts stuff pre s7 especially related to Eddie. For those who don’t know stage four Eddie diaz is a reference to a post Ryan made about Eddie’s new haircut and job going into 5b (Eddie’s breakdown era).

Regardless of that that is an awful thing to wish on a character on a show. That is wishing death on them.

But the biggest and most problematic part of it all is the wishing terminal cancer or any stage of cancer for that matter on someone - a real life human being who opens up their inbox and sees those messages.

A real life human being who may be affected by cancer in their real not online life. A real person who might be enjoying an escape from the reality of cancer and cancer treatment through fandom.

I don’t have cancer but I did loose my mother to cancer when I was 18. It’s not something I would wish on my worst enemy.

The entire thing has left me feeling upset. Fandom is supposed to be a safe and enjoyable space if you cannot respect other peoples opinions and ships then maybe don’t engage with fandom.

They won’t win - I’m made of stronger stuff then that but I cannot let it go without saying anything more widely because who knows what others are getting in their inboxes that might have an impact on their mental health and well-being.

[minty-leafy]

i would like to suggest these descendants casts/characters and these musical numbers:

joshua colley and "dead girl walking" from heathers

uliana, hook, and morgie and "candy store" from heathers as heather chandler, heather mcnamara, and heather duke respectively (uliana telling morgie to "shut up!" would just be so canonically on point)

peder lindell/morgie and "waving through a window" from dear evan hansen

ruby rose turner/bridget and "popular" from wicked

kylie cantrall and "say my name" from beetlejuice

chloe and red and "girl scout" from beetlejuice as the girl scout and lydia

ella and chloe and "apex predator" from mean girls as janis and cady (or joshua colley and morgan dudley, just feel like they would slay the vocals)

ella and "dead mom" from beetlejuice just because

[highoncatfood]

send me raincode characters or ships and ill answer with a song that reminds me of them . pls.... .

[captainsophiestark]

Hey guys! So I haven't been on Tumblr like, at all for the past few weeks because of this ask I got:

I'm not gonna lie, I've been pretty much furious since I first read it, and so I decided to take a break from the internet while I worked through my feelings and decided how I wanted to respond to this. If you're reading this at all, please do me a favor and read all the way through this post. It's a little long, but it's also very very very important.

First of all, let's get one thing straight: I will NEVER consider using AI to write my stories or otherwise for about a thousand reasons, two of the big ones being respect for myself and my fellow creators, AND the fact that it "learns" to write stories and spits out responses based off of plagiarized work. Like mine, which was taken and fed into chatgpt without my consent. Using programs like this is not even remotely harmless, and I will never be one of the people putting shit into programs like chatgpt.

Additionally, this is illegal. Beyond the fact that it's ridiculously disrespectful of creators, under US copyright law, the elements of my writing that I created, including characters and scenarios, are my intellectual property. Taking my work and feeding it to the AI without my permission (and no one will EVER have my permission) is a violation of the law and also goes against Tumblr's terms of service.

If you are continuing to use, support, or otherwise feed the AI, seriously educate yourself and stop, or never fucking come near me again.

Right here is a link to a post that includes a legal disclaimer that I'll be putting with all my fics now making people aware that putting my work and my writing into AI programs is not only not okay, it is also illegal. I'm sharing it like this for anyone else who wants to use it too, to educate themselves on the law or otherwise. It's written by a legit lawyer and the sources are cited, so it's not just me screaming into the void.

I've been going back and forth for a while now on what the hell to do about this ask I got, because I absolutely love writing fic and sharing it with all of you. And it doesn't feel right to me that so many of my wonderful readers who have supported me for so long have to deal with the consequences of a few assholes. But I want to write professionally some day, and I am not okay with my voice, style, and words being fed into some machine to be plagiarized by both the people stealing my work and the people running and making money off of programs like chatgpt.

I debated for a while about taking down all my writing and just calling it a day, because as long as it's up I know that it's possible, despite my best efforts to protect my work, that people will still rip it off. However, I truly love writing fic and writing in general, and a big part of that has come from the incredible interactions that I've been able to have with people on here. There's something special about the feeling of sharing a story, and I will not let a minority of assholes ruin that for me or the people who choose to read my work and be good humans about it.

That said, I am going to take a little break from writing. I have no idea how short or long it might be, but right now I'm a little over it all, so I'm going to take a step back from requests and oneshots and everything else for right now. This is hitting in the middle of the Year of Themed Creation and it also came right before an event called Daniel Sousa Appreciation Week, so if you had requests or expectations for those events, I'm sorry. I hope you guys can understand where I'm coming from, and thank you for supporting me as much as you have.

I still plan to be online (I love Tumblr and fully believe it's the only useable social media), I just won't be posting my writing. Hopefully, it'll free up some time for me to do some reading and commenting instead, so I can support my fellow creators!

Tl;dr and a final ask for anyone who read all this: please, please, PLEASE don't feed the AI. Respect your content creators and recognize just how much of what the AI spits out is ripped off of the thoughts, ideas, and words of someone else, often without their permission. Fight for art and the people who make it.

[regnantlight]

Positivity Call~

Send me 💛 and I will mention something that I like about your blog/your writing/YOU, whether we’re mutuals or not.

[max-the-hecker]

Omg and I never considered the flip side until this screenshot. 😭

finding out danny phantom fans are sick of dc/batman crossovers clogging THEIR tags is frying me idk why I never considered that. we are in the same damn boat omg

[r0semultiverse]

I wanna make a new Youtube bio and things that feel less “this person just calls themselves an ally” because times have changed and language, phrases, and attitudes change too.

I kinda want to do something casual?? Like “hey what’s up I’m Rose, I voice act and just kind of post whatever I want whenever I want. If you’re here for consistency you’ve come to the wrong place! If you’re here for personality then welcome, I hope you’ve found something you enjoy and if not, that’s okay too!”

Anyone got ideas on what I should do or should I just leave it as is? 🧐

[ikuzeminna]

I need your help with a hypothesis!

For context: My linguistics professor and I got into a discussion after a test she did with us, and I was of the opinion that the reason for the results was different from the one she offered, so she encouraged me to test my theory.

What I need

All you need to do is draw a coffee cup (with a handle, not the disposable stuff) and then answer three questions.

I don't need to see the coffee cup. You can draw it wherever you like; on a piece of paper, digitally, in the sand, on a foggy window. Anything works. It does not have to be good. A doodle is fine.

You have to draw the coffee cup before you see the questions. This is very important. If you decide to help me with this, please doodle the coffee cup before you keep reading.

Assuming you have drawn the coffee cup, I now need you to answer these three questions:

On which side did you draw the handle?

Are you right-handed or left-handed?

Do you primarily write using the Latin alphabet or a different one? (please specify which)

More context

Most people will draw the handle on the right side. My professor says it's because most people are right-handed, so they draw the handle in the direction that would be comfortable for them to pick up.

I said drawing it on the right side just felt more comfortable to my hand and argued it's probably because we write a bunch of letters like that. B, b, D, P, p, R all look like a tiny "handle on the right side" and are all a straight line followed by a round one (so "cup first, handle second," like most people draw cups). The Latin alphabet doesn't have letters like that that face the other way, except maybe d, depending on how you write it, so it makes sense to me that people writing mostly Latin letters would go with the handle on the right side.

Which means that I need to know what Asians, Arabs and Greeks do and if the distribution of left and right sides of handles differs from the Latin alphabet group. Cyrillic seems to favor right, too, though it'd be interesting to see if there are differences.

If there are, my theory is right. Doubly so if there is a sizeable increase in a group whose alphabet has letters that benefit the left side choice.

So feel free to spread this to as many people as you like and put the answers in the comments or the tags of a reblog. The more answers I get, the better I can assess whose theory is better.

Thank you for your help!

[yurizq]

ෆ Choso doesn’t feel jealousy like most men do.

He doesn’t brood in corners. Doesn’t start fights. He just goes… still.

So when he sees that guy lean too close to you—when he watches that hand rest a little too long on your lower back—he doesn’t make a scene. Doesn’t even flinch.

He just looks.

Like he’s watching someone make a clerical error. Like he’s going to fix it with a red pen and a cold stare. And that’s when he calls Yuji.

“Someone was touching her.” “What do I do about it?”

Yuji, ever the chaos goblin, laughs into the phone.

“You fuck her.”

Choso’s quiet. “That’s… the fix?”

“You fuck her until she forgets other people exist. That’s the fix.”

Choso files it away. Doesn’t even question it. If it keeps someone else’s hands off you? He’ll do it.

Even if he doesn’t realize yet that his cock is fucking lethal.

You show up to his place smiling, cute, babbling about your day. Clueless.

He doesn’t say much. Just sits you on his lap, stares down at you like you’ve disappointed him, but he still loves you anyway.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask, tilting your head.

His hand slides between your thighs.

"You let someone else touch you," he says, soft but dark. “So now I have to fix it.”

You blink. “…What?”

He stands, still holding your wrist. Pulls you to the bedroom. Quiet. No emotion in his face—like he’s about to clock in for work.

And when he gets you naked? He spreads you on the mattress and stares for a full minute like he’s memorizing the shape of you.

"You forgot you were mine," he says finally.

And then he spits in his hand and strokes his cock—long, heavy, thick, flushed dark at the tip like he's been hard since the moment that guy touched you.

Your mouth falls open. "Choso—what the hell—"

"You let someone else look at you like you’re free use," he mutters, climbing over you, "so now I have to remind you you’re not."

You gasp as he presses in—slow, too slow for how big he is, making your eyes roll back before you’ve even taken half.

"You’re mine," he says again, almost gentle, even as his hands grip your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“Choso—it’s too—fuck—”

He doesn’t listen. Just keeps pushing in until you’re full—stuffed, stretched around him, dripping down your thighs from the stretch.

"You’ll take it," he mutters. “You’ll take all of me, because no one else gets to.”

And then he starts fucking you.

It's rough.

Choso doesn’t just thrust—he drives into you like he’s staking a claim. Big hands keeping you open, letting you feel everything as his cock drags along your walls, thick and veiny and so deep it punches the breath from your lungs.

"You don’t need anyone else to make you feel good,” he growls in your ear. “This pussy’s mine. Say it.”

You choke on a moan. “It’s yours—fuck—yours, yours, yours—”

He grunts, pace getting faster. "That’s right. Only I fuck you like this. Only I can stretch you out this good."

You’re gone. Head thrown back, drooling, gasping with every deep thrust as his cock hits that devastating spot inside you again and again.

“You think that guy could’ve made you cum like this?” he snarls, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him.

You shake your head, dizzy. “N-No—only you—fuck, please—please don’t stop—”

And he doesn’t.

He flips you, face down, fucks you from behind with his hand in your hair, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room like a punishment. Like every thrust is a reminder:

You’re. Not. Going. Anywhere.

You scream when you cum—back arching, clenching down so hard he groans your name through gritted teeth.

“Good girl,” he pants. “You’re mine now. No more mistakes.”

And then he pulls out just to cum on your lower back, spreading it with two fingers before pushing back into you again.

“Didn’t say I was done correcting you.”

[inthehouseoffinwe]

All eyes on North Gaza!!!

I usually post about 🍉 on Instagram but this is reaching entirely new levels of horrific:

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Corruption kink with boyfriend Simon Riley, part 4 (nsfw)

Part 3 here

Slowly, Simon is getting you addicted to his touch.

Tonight, he’s kissing your lips as you two lie on the bed, his hand already wandering down your body as he whispers, “Lemme look at you.”

“What?” you ask gently, lips grazing his.

“I wanna see your naked body, baby. Please.” He holds your gaze, can see your hesitance. “I promise I’ll love it, honey. I won’t judge,” he assures.

You nod slightly and he’s already getting to work. He takes your shirt off, has to keep himself from ripping your bra off. Next, your shorts and panties come off. And he kneels there, at the foot of the bed, eyes taking in your naked form.

God, you’re so beautiful. You’re so perfect. So amazing.

When he sees you squirming under his gaze, he grins. “Don’t you go gettin’ shy on me, baby. Ain’t nothing you need to hide, you’re an absolute vision.”

His rough hands map out your body, feeling every inch. He squeezes your tits, fingers roll your nipples. And then he’s going down.

He spreads your legs, finds you soaked. The way your perfect pussy opens up for him, spread out in invitation. How can he not accept?

He thumbs at your clit gently, relishing the way you whine and writhe. His middle finger circles your entrance, watching your cunt clench around nothing, and then he gently pushes in.

Your body tenses and you gasp. He’s quick to reassure you. “Shh, shh. It’s okay. I promise it ain’t gonna hurt, okay? You’re worked up enough it won’t hurt. Trust me, baby. Trust me, I’d never hurt you,” he whispers as his finger slides in deeper. Your warm, wet gummy walls clench around his thick digit as he pushes in to the knuckle.

“That’s a good girl. Feel good?”

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, chest heaving, eyes shut tight.

“Gonna fuck this pretty cunt with my fingers baby,” he says lowly, and then he’s thrusting his finger in and out of you while his thumb presses against your clit.

You respond immediately, clearly delighted with the new sensation, and Simon is losing it. He physically cannot handle it.

So, he reaches down with his free hand, palming his cock through his pants to find some relief, as he fingers you.

Your walls clench tight around him, your breathing grows heavier and you’re whimpering and squealing, and he knows you’re close. When you come, you clench around his middle finger tightly, and Simon is too far gone. He comes in his pants, feeling his sticky load staining at the fabric, but he couldn’t care less.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. My perfect girl with the perfect cunt. Fuck, if only you knew the things you do to me…”

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[cowgiri]

content warnings: maintenance man!toji, stuck in dryer trope, public sex, dubcon, creampie, slight breeding, unprotected sex, oral (f!recieving)

this wasn't how your sunday was supposed to go. you'd just wanted your favorite dress—the one that always disappeared into the dryer's depths. one overextended reach, one slippery sock on wet tile, and suddenly you were folded like origami into the machine.

somehow, your hips got wedged at the perfect (or rather, horrific) angle, leaving you folded in half, ass in the air, legs dangling out but unable to get enough leverage to pull yourself free. you flailed, face burning as your shirt rode up, the cold metal pressing against your bare stomach.

three attempts to wriggle free only wedged you tighter. the position left your crop top rucked up to your ribs, your shorts riding up dangerously high.

at least you were able to wriggle one hand out to grab your phone from your pocket. the number for maintenance has never looked so tempting. because you knew exactly who would answer.

the door creaked open exactly seventeen minutes later.

"maintenance."

that voice. like gravel and honey. your stomach swooped. silence. long, agonizing silence.

then, a low whistle. "ain't this a sight."

“well,” toji said. you could hear the amusement in his tone. “this a new kink? or just bad luck?”

“it’s… not what it looks like,” you stammered.

"now this," toji mused, boots scuffing against concrete as he approached, "is a first."

"it's not—i didn't—"

"uh huh." a calloused finger traced your exposed hipbone. "dryer eat your clothes, sweetheart? or just hungry for something else?"

he smelled stupidly good for a guy who supposedly spent his days fixing garbage disposals. his palm landed warm and heavy on your ass. you jolted, the metal vibrating with your movement.

"easy," he chuckled, fingers slipping beneath elastic. "wouldn't want you getting... stuck-er."

the tear of fabric was obscenely loud. cool air hit bare skin as your shorts gave way.

"toji—"

“fuck,” he muttered.

“already dripping for me?” his voice was dark. “is that why you called? wanted me to find you like this?”

"maybe," you quickly replied, your body still tense.

“relax, sweetheart,” he murmured. his fingers tightened on you and you shivered. “gonna get you out.”

except, he didn’t.

“i’ve always wondered,” he muttered, his voice dropping into a low growl as he roughly gripped the flesh of your ass, “how that pretty little cunt would look, all used and stretched.”

“please,” you gasped, his fingers fondling your puffy pearl. “just get me out.”

“i will,” he mused. “but maybe i want a taste first. is that okay, sweetheart?”

his fingers were still working your clit, sending sparks up your spine. “just a taste. i’ll stop if you don’t like it. i’m sure you’ll like it though.”

his free hand smacked your ass, hard. you gasped, but the sound was swallowed up by the clatter of his belt being undone.

“should i?” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “no, i shouldn’t.”

the metal rattled as he gripped your hips, tugging you back even further, and his mouth pressed to you. you let out a strangled sob as sucked on your swollen clit. it was too much, too intense.

he hummed, the sound vibrating through you, and pulled away, licking his lips.

“fucking delicious,” he purred.

“look at you,” he said. “all spread open. so fucking perfect.”

“please,” you moaned. “it’s not… i didn’t—”

you felt the head of his cock press against you and tensed.

“relax,” he murmured, “i’ll take care of you.” he delivered a sharp slap to your ass and you whimpered. he was hot and heavy, pushing you further into the cold steel.

your breath hitched as he slid into you, your body clenching down.

"fuck." he bit through his teeth. "tighter than i dreamed."

you panted, overwhelmed by the stretch. “wait—”

“just a little more,” he said, pulling back to press in even further. “just… fuck, you feel perfect.”

he was big, too big. you gasped as he bottomed out, the dryer rattling violently as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

“so good,” he grunted. “just knew you’d be so good.”

you could only hold on as he pounded into you, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. your body jolted with every thrust, the metal rattling and creaking ominously. but he didn't slow, just kept fucking into you with powerful, relentless thrusts.

“gonna cum,” he warned, one hand sliding around to find your clit. you were too overwhelmed to do anything but take it as he rubbed tight, fast circles. “gonna fill you up—”

you came with a cry, clenching down around him as he slammed deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside you as let out a low groan.

the only sound was your panting and the hum of the machine. you felt his cock slip from you, followed by a sense of emptiness. his hands gripped on your hips sightly, before pulling you out, your legs like jello against the hard concrete floor.

“there,” he said smugly. “all fixed.”

"receipt's in the office," he said as he delivered a final pat to your dripping cunt. "be sure to... rate my service and leave a good tip, sweetheart."

note: i love me a good toji crack fic, the way i giggled so hard while writing this. it was supposed to be really short but i got carried away >.<