#Talking shit

[artslovergirl]

you just know these two were the snarkiest bitches ever at the academy

[blackynsupremacy]

Reading BWWM love stories on wattpad be like… I’m about to talk shit under the pic. 🗣️

I’m not gonna out the writer…I’m not gonna drop the title of the story either. As a black female reader who has “If he fine, he fine” energy and wants to enjoy stories of my favorite characters or celebrities who happen to be of different races and ethnicities and have them paired with a black reader or black oc as a romantic interest…

Black women are people and they should be seen as such. We are more than our outside appearance. We are more than breasts, ass, hips, and lips. No, we do not taste like chocolate because we’re not food because why does being attracted to black women have to mean you’re a “chocolate lover”? Also, just because the character or celebrity is a different race does not mean you have to put in the fact that they “never really been into black women” before dating them and then after seeing one that’s conventionally attractive, they believe they’re gonna start to like all of them like we’re an experiment or something. This goes for any writer of any race that wants to write for an interracial pairing, just be careful how you word describing people from your own culture or another’s. It was a bit romantic in the first half but, damn! Please write black people like we have personalities, feelings, and substance.

Ya’ll can agree or disagree, I’m gonna say what I’m gonna say.

[smolandweirdwriter]

akhdsakjhvdds so since gods are informed by their followers*, i don't think it's too far a stretch to say that people just decided kristen was chosen and therefore she was (we can flesh out why it's irrelevant rn). this is a lovely little mindfuck in and of itself, and there's a lot to be unpacked about the weaponization/manipulation of religion. however i personally think that the most important point i could make about this is that since gilear is the chosen one, hes canonically the next chosen of hello

[oxittocin]

Oxittocin I have a request ,

If you could write robin thinking lewd and naughty stuff about Male reader while she is reading a book in the library or aquarium, the he enters the room out nowhere and she is flustered, please...

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lust (nico robin x reader)

nico robin masterlist

a very big salute to all the smut writers out there because shit's hard to write. here you go, anon - writing anything mildly suggestive already makes me blush, so i hope this is all right.

cw: male!reader, nsfw (mdni!)

It wasn’t that the book was boring.

No, in fact, it’s one of the better journals she’d picked up in the last few weeks, which made this a million times more infuriating. That, even in the haven that was her library, she continues to be distracted. Her mind constantly wanders off to another daydream mid-sentence, struggling to form a single coherent thought for the past 15 pages that she’d skimmed through.

Resigning to the fact that she wasn’t in an ideal state to catch up on her readings, she gingerly shut the book and pushed it aside. Pinching the bridge of her nose, a frustrated sigh left her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, Nico Robin was in quite the predicament. How she wished that anything - anything at all - could offer some semblance of reprieve from the stupid, stupid thoughts that had been plaguing her mind.

It started as a mere observation. A simple, harmless one, really.

You were always so, so shy around her. Fidgeting. Averting her gaze. Faint blush that coloured your cheeks. The soft, gentle tone you used with her and only her.

Initially, she’d attributed your reactions to the hesitancy from meeting someone new on the crew. But, it seemed that the longer she’s known you, the shyer you got around her.

A shyness so polite and kind that she found it cute. Adorable, even. A tiny smile graced her lips as she found the right word. Endearing. You were endearing. In your clumsiness that exuded sincerity, in your quiet shyness that ultimately rendered her powerless to do anything but to give you her attention.

It might embarrass her a little to admit it, but there were days where she’d watch you from the upper deck, lowering the book just barely, just enough to watch you busy yourself around the ship. Bantering with Nami and Sanji, being up to your usual troublemaking antics with Luffy, working out with Zoro, or pranking Chopper with Usopp. Watching you started out as a form of entertainment for Robin. Over time, it started to intrigue her how unassumingly charming you could be. Infectious smile that elicited similar grins from the rest of the crew and your hopeful optimism that remains a steady anchor amidst the most relentless storms. It drew her to you.

What started out as an observation has escalated to a point of eliciting visceral reactions from Robin. Didn’t matter whether you were around or not. Just thinking of you made her feel…

She shook her head. No, not now, not tonight. The only thing she could do to cope with these dumb, pressing thoughts was her nightly ritual of indulging in her fantasies to finally get you off her mind. Though the sky had already turned considerably dark, she could still hear muffled chattering from outside the library. There’s no way that she could do it now. Squeezing her thighs together, she willed herself to think about anything else - anything other than you and the things she wanted to do to you.

Her mind has plans of its own, though, because every effort to redirect her thoughts elsewhere seemed to lead her right back to you.

To how handsome you would look, wearing your typical shy expression as you begged to be between her thighs. She wondered how your shyness would translate in the bedroom, and if you’d still look so bashful when railing her from behind or pulling her hair. You’d probably be so soft, so gentle. She imagine you’d kneel before her, head hanging low as you forced yourself to croak out a “please, Robin” while avoiding her eye contact. It wouldn’t be enough for her. She wants to hear you whimper. She needs the neediness and desperation dripping from your voice as you begged her for just one chance to taste her. She’d say “no” and tell you that you have to earn the right to touch her. You’d turn into a whiny mess. Pre-cum glistening on your twitching cock, gazing upon her with an expression of pure lust and adoration. She’d enjoy turning you into a whiny mess with the things she would do to tease you.

She had a few ideas. Stripping you down. Having you stroke your own cock as you sunk to your knees in front of her, fully aware of how much more pleasurable it would be to have her and her hands jerking you off instead. She'd watch on amused, cocky smile on her face as she sees how pink your ears are from the embarrassment that her gaze elicits. You’d bite your tongue to stop yourself from moaning so wantonly in front of her, but you both know that you’d fail. You’d moan anyway.

Or perhaps, she would tie you down to the sofa and make you watch as she touches herself, spreading her legs further apart to give you a better view of her pretty cunt. You would watch her thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy while summoning another hand to rub at her clit. Coating her fingers with her own slick, she’d shove them between your lips as your tongue sucks on and laps at her fingers, melting at the taste of her sweetness. She’d see how you involuntarily buckle your hips and she’d giggle, teasing you in soft whispers. She'd tell you how obviously you were showing how much you wanted her. She’d tell you to have more decorum as she pushes you against the sofa and sinks down onto your cock. She'd feel her body trembling as she moves up and down your cock, watching your cock disappear completely, enveloped into her body and filling her up as she grinds against your hips.

This wasn’t even half of what she wanted to do to you, but it was difficult to even indulge in her fantasies when her pussy was throbbing. Aching to be touched and begging to be filled.

Screw it, she thought, no one would come into the library this late anyway.

Reaching to pull the gusset of her panties to the side, she gently ran a finger over her own slit, feeling the extent of her arousal. Sliding two fingers inside herself, she let out an audible moan - one that was a little too loud for her liking. Still, the build-up had since taken precedence over everything else. Her other hand sliding under her clothes to gently knead at her breasts as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of her cunt.

Perhaps it was the haze of the moment, the momentary folly of not locking the library’s door, coupled with the sounds of her own moans overshadowing everything else that had led to this moment. Completely lost in her own pleasure, Robin had missed the warning that came in the creaking of the opening door as you entered the library.

It was only until you said, “Robin?” had she snapped herself out of her current preoccupation as her gaze met yours.

She was in a compromising position. Yet, any hint of surprise and shock on her end was masterfully hidden within seconds, save for the rosy flush that remains on her cheeks.

With a wave of her hand, you felt a push on your back as you stumbled closer towards Robin. Reaching out a hand to cup your cheeks tenderly, she pulled you closer, gaze meeting yours in a confident, cheeky grin. Her sultry voice had a hint of breathlessness as she teased you, “Ah, it seems that you have found me. Would you care to join me tonight?”

[muxas-world]

□Poor babygilr he got in atrap the questions just got worse and worse □

[maxmemer]

IF ANYONE HEARS SOMETHING ABOUT A BIRTHDAY AND ME NO YOU DIDN'T I DON'T HAVE ONE I NEVER HAVE IT DOESN'T EXIST AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE IS A LIAR AND BLASPHEMOUSB AND A CRIMINAL AND THEY'RE GOING IN MY COOKING POT

[diacripticcomplex]

I remember back in like 2016 there was this Cordelia Stan account that shipped Cordelia and Ayato, she even got a tattoo of them and would post some crazy r18+ content of them onto twitter, I was like 15 seeing all that and I remember I told her “but that’s his mom..?” And she went off on me, I stumbled upon people dragging her on here and it honestly made me happy, that bitch was such a Yui hater and tried defending the fucked up incest she was shipping, like ik it’s not real at the end of the day but she was a disaster. And I wanna talk more shit about that ugly ass tattoo, I have 4 tattoos and I been thinking about doing a few pieces for the anime/manga shit I like, and DL definitely is there but I would get the Sakamaki house symbol or Shu’s violin…I’m just wondering like how does she explain that to people? “Oh yea this one? It’s my favorite ship from my favorite game..! No that’s not his wife/gf it’s his MOM” like be so forreal rn 😂😂 the self awareness is lacking like crazy. I’m not judging tho 🤷‍♀️ but yea I had to get that off my chest it’s been YEARS. 😂

[spacetimer8031]

Here's a silly thing, in the show abed's last name is pronounced 'NA-DEER' by everyone. When it should be pronounced 'NA-DER' or 'NA-DIR' (the second chunk is short)

Im not expecting them to know how to perfectly say it of course, since arabic is hard and I myself I'm bad at and still learning. But the way it's pronounced in the show made me think his name was actually "نذير" for SO long, it's funny. And I was like.. wow what a name, never heard someone called that before. But the actual name is "نادر" LOL

[grand-mal-auto]

No seriously, masturbation is literally a Minecraft reference: My arm is sore from jacking off for three hours straight, like it would be from constantly swinging a pickaxe for the same amount of time

[blackynsupremacy]

yall I just be saying random shit, but yk what be pissing me off about smallville in some episodes. every time clark peeps something that’s very weird and he tells his parents, they want to GASLIGHT HIM?? like Clark has seen niggas turn into bugs, shape shifting into other people, suck out body heat, and seen his own damn future. they be like “oh, they wouldn’t do that” “you’re imagining things” I love jon and martha, but it’s funny how stupid they look when shit really hits the fan and find out that Clark was right all along. OFC HES RIGHT! like yall are raising a whole alien with x ray vision, super speed and shit but don’t wanna believe said alien that some freaky shit is going on?? BE SO FR. Clark my baby cause he so patient he don’t really rub it in they face about it. he better than me because I don’t like gaslighting. period. thank you for coming to my ted talk. yall can agree, disagree. this is just what I’ve observed so far. enjoy this gif <3

[thoughtartistry]

I swear these three are up to no good.

[oxittocin]

sunray (nico robin x reader)

nico robin masterlist

because i recently met someone who felt like busking in sunlight

cw: gn!reader, pre-water 7 arc

also, thank you @turtletaubwrites ; i wouldn't have found the motivation to put thoughts to words without your kind comment

Busking in sunlight.

She was busking in sunlight, lounging in her favourite spot on the outdoor deck, engrossed in a book she probably picked up on the last island. She is a picture of graceful stillness; her eyebrows raising ever so slightly in delight whenever she comes across a sentence that tickles her fancy. You peep a slight smile and a quiet, cheerful hum - small quirks that would have been too easy to miss. She meticulously thumbs through another page.

You wonder what snippet of knowledge she has since added in her library of wisdom; you wonder if she would ever invite you for a chat, and metaphorically let you take a walk through the museum that is her mind.

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You wonder so often what goes on in Nico Robin’s pretty mind. You’ve thought about it for a good few weeks now, yet the answer seems to continuously elude you.

At first, her history of being associated with Baroque Works rendered you wary of her, eyeing her suspiciously whenever she approached you. A cunning mastermind was what you thought she was. Someone who would go to great lengths to protect her vested interests, regardless of the costs.

Over time, you warmed up to her. How could you not? There was no doubting the sincerity that radiated from her being whenever she looks at Chopper. Slowly, you noticed it too when she speaks to the other Strawhats.

The fondness in her voice when she addresses Luffy, her firm protectiveness over Nami, the mutual respect she has with Zoro, her teasing banter towards Usopp, her never-ending tolerance for Sanji’s flirtatious antics.

This can’t be faked, you thought.

And when she looks at you, soft gaze and smile - you wished so badly that it was real.

That can’t be faked, right?

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The enigma that she is has occupied the vast majority of your time. It keeps you distracted. It keeps you up all night. Most of all, it keeps you single-mindedly obsessed with figuring her out.

You don’t know how it began, but like vines that grow towards the sun, you started to orbit around her - as though she was the gravitational force that kept you grounded.

It started with minor tweaks in your schedule. Where you used to spend most of the time carrying weights with Zoro in the afternoons, you’d silently shifted some of the dumbbells to the deck where Robin lounges, stealing sly glances at her while you go about your routine.

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“You’ve been training here a lot more.” She had commented once, a few weeks ago.

“Oh yeah. Zoro’s stinky.” You hurriedly searched for an excuse, throwing poor Zoro under the bus.

“I think you’re safe for today. He had his weekly shower yesterday.” She responded with a chuckle.

You could feel your cheeks burning up, embarrassed that she might have figured out your true intentions. You prayed that she would logically assume that the blush was from the workout instead.

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Soon, you had gotten used to spending afternoons on the deck with her. Her, lounging with her book and you, going about your workout routine.

The comfortable silence that you had both grown accustomed to was peppered with witty exchanges throughout the day.

Yet, there remains a line that cannot be crossed. Her fondness and affection often hiding behind a polite demeanour that you simply cannot override.

You wonder what else resides in the depths of her thoughts; what secrets, ambitions and aspirations might she hold in her heart, not quite yet ready to let out.

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You were sitting a mere few metres away but the distance between you and her felt like oceans apart.

It didn’t matter though.

You would cross that bridge when you get there. For now, you were content for whatever this is to remain as is; to enjoy her presence without the complexities of the heart, feelings, whatever this was.

And whatever was this?

What was the language one would use to describe this arrangement?

A friendship, but not quite. A crush would sound juvenile. An attraction doesn’t sound right either.

By then, as you were pondering the semantics of the situation, the afternoon heat that had earlier prickled your skin has since given way to the gentle breeze of the cool sea air. A sign that the sun is steadily setting, as the ocean of orange paints over the clear blue skies.

It was then that it occurred to you.

It was like busking in her sunlight.

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Perhaps your gaze had lingered on her for a second too long, prompting her to look up from her book, curious eyes meeting yours.

“Your dumbbells haven’t moved in quite a bit.” She teased you, coy smile gracing her features before she shifted her attention back to her book.

Perhaps it is true that sun must set, and the night must eventually fall. Still, for however long it may be, you hope that you could stay in her periphery. For just a little while longer, if only to busk in her sunlight.

[muxas-world]

Never feel so seen the way Nicholas reads sports is me talking shit abaut certain drivers stans

[wraithdance]

I think about the time I got told that I was intimidating and I made it hard to love me because I didn’t open up. This was during a team building exercise at my first major corporate job mind you lmao

I like to look back on the deranged shit I say on here for free and chuckle because there’s ppl irl who beg to get this level of unfiltered from me 😭

[sportsandlaughs]

[dougielombax]

Okay.

Here’s some advice.

Don’t talk shit about my country (Ireland), especially when you demonstrate that you clearly don’t know SHIT about it or its history beyond British propaganda and colonial mythmaking.

Because that’s something I’ve seen FAR too much of on the internet.

From both my own people and those outside Ireland (especially in the UK and Israel for some BAFFLING reason (why though?)).

Many such cases.

I don’t talk shit about other countries unless I know a thing or two about them beforehand. And even then it’s not without good reason.

Hence why you don’t see me talking shit about Israel, Palestine, Turkey, Belize or fucking wherever unless I know what I’m talking about.

The least you can do is learn a few things on your own beforehand.

And from proper sources.

Not some propaganda spouting tabloid or shitty news site owned by some vulgar populistic shitpig or publishing house (or a cult (epoch times for example)).

I would know, considering I study history and have a fucking masters degree. I have plenty of practice in this sort of thing.

So you can’t say I’m out of my depth.

Granted I’m no expert but I do know a thing or two.

At the least.

Get with it, people!

For fuckness’ sake!