#This drives me crazyyyyyyy

[tabooiart]

i heard mariah!ethan and i blacked out and when i woke up this was in my drawing program. anyways lesbian ethan truthers rise up

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Connor stans: oh no my poor baby boy who was built to cause death just witnessed death!

Simon, the one who actually fucking died:

Just remembered of that video on Youtube that showed what happened if Connor found Simon in the roof and how 75% of the comments were about poor Connor having trauma.

Yeah because between the terminator who hunts and/or kill androids just because they want to be free and the deviant who sacrifices himself killing himself to protect the same people who left him is the first one the one who got the worse fate and the one we are supposed to feel sorry for right?

[steamiesoup]

one of the things i LOVE about clone high’s original run, is how few moments there actually were between joan and jfk…

yet EVERY moment they do share, it is always hinted that jfk likes joan. he makes little advances towards her. he agrees to help her with that school campaign. they work well together. he showed obvious interest in her even while john darc.

then it all builds up in the finale. he asks her to prom, and joan agrees, originally to make abe jealous. it is later learned he asked to prom NOT because of her makeover, but because HE ACTUALLY LIKES HER. they share a honest moment together with jfk explaining to joan that he sees more in her, drifting from his stereotyped jock persona

he has ALWAYS liked joan for who she is, and she doesn’t have to be someone she is not.

the show basically ends with joan finally learning abe cannot see her worth, so why chase after him, especially when there was someone who saw her beauty this whole time.

that is something i can never forget and oh STILL LOVE.

for a show meant to parody high school dramas, their relationship was built up and felt genuine.

[halftheway]

hwllo tumblr i have news to share with you;

that's all thank you for your time.

[hobbithoes]

didn’t realize I just have cash rn no money in the bank and my spotify premium ran out

[elektroblues]

do you think i can post spinal tap images

[swordsofsaturn]

I'm here forever

[eggbagelz]

Thinking abt wyll and juno again and feeling physically ill

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i’m gonna go rb all of my celltw posts bc i can’t stop thinking about them

[ella-ashmore]

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

you already KNOW my ass is gonna say miss holloway <3

HAIIII SOL !!! god okay um . giving a few becaus ei can ^-^ pansexual as hell. trans woman. her first name is sydney because i like the way it sounds. i think shes a cat person but she also likes dogs, just prefers cats. she hatesssss being too warm if she had to choose between always being too warm or always being too cold she would go for cold in a heartbeat. despite this she really enjoys the beach :]

[lycan-subscribe]

i love my parents (mostly my mom. my father, however, is a massive prick). but i am very glad i do not live with them

[kangseluigi]

I wanna write about gender bla but I don't have it in me rn

[gale--dekarios]

in my pining era

[finoccchio]

trying to do some work and opened a window to let some fresh air in but my neighbours decided that now was a good idea to fucking do landscaping. why the fuck are a leaf blower and a lawn mower and a weed whacker all going at the same time. how the fuck am i supposed to concentrate in these conditions

[jackhornersimp]

I... imagine him as a switch tho- BRUH IMAGINE IF SOMEONE SURPRISES ME WITH A FIC OF HIM BEING A SWITCH I WILL EXPLODE 🥴🥴🥴🤤🫠😩😩

I was just wondering if you could do bottom jack x reader where he gets pegged/fucked from behind and everything if that's alright with you or if you have time ^^

^^^^^ Me upon receiving this ask lmao. Which is to say I absolutely can produce some sub jack pegging content for you dear, cultured anon. I warn you; he’s written slightly ooc for self-indulgent femdom purposes (nyehehe) but only by tuning down his combative side to make him a little more compliant, pliable, submissive, yknow?

18+ content warning! <3

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“I’ve got something for you…” you murmur, tracing an admiring finger over the curve of your employer’s bare ass as he lies bent over the desk. The side of his face, plump cheek crimson with embarrassment, is pressed firmly against the wood.

He shudders at the contact, eyelids fluttering beneath the silken fabric of his cravat, now worn as a makeshift blindfold. He twists his thick wrists against their bindings.

“What is it?” His voice, uncharacteristically soft in this vulnerable position, is breathy with anticipation.

“Oh, I think you’ll like it, don’t worry, baby…” you croon, taking a handful of his ample inner thigh and squeezing, delighting in the way he whines in response.

Lifting your skirt to reveal the harness hidden beneath, you swiftly attach a thick black dildo to the crotch, wiggling your hips to ensure it’s on right. Satisfied, you work a generous amount of lube over the rubber shaft, fingertips gliding over the moulded veins and divots.

“What are you doing back there?” Jack calls out, growing impatient.

“Shh… here, I’ll give you a hint.”

Fingers slick with lube, you spread him open to tease his entrance, a single fingertip threatening to press past the fluttering ring of muscle. With progressively firmer movements, you rub small circles against him and are rewarded by the increasingly needy whimpers that fall from his parted lips.

“Aw, I think you’re ready for more,” you tease, slowly pressing your index finger into the tightness of his walls.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, tightening around the intrusion. Pressed against the desk beneath him, his erection is beginning to soak his shirt with pre come.

It takes effort to move your sheathed digit as you begin to swirl your finger in wide, careful circles, pumping him in and out as he fails to stifle the pathetic sounds escaping him.

“Do you think you can handle another finger for me, baby?” you ask, slipping your free hand beneath his shirt to trace patterns onto his skin with your nails, causing him to arch his back.

“Mhm…” he mumbles against the desk, his face flushed an even darker shade of red. Despite himself, relinquishing the control he usually prides himself in combined with the indignity of his current position, has his cock positively aching with need.

“That’s right…” you coo. Gently you slide another digit inside, stretching him wider.

Experimentally, you push against his walls to massage his prostate. The almost pained sound he makes as you press against a certain spot has you sure you’ve found it.

“Ah, fuck, fuck,” he whines, beginning to move back against you, fucking himself on your fingers. It’s an indecent sight. “M-more… more…”

“Oh, baby, you want more?” you question, your sickly-sweet tone is doing little to hide how much you’re getting off on this. “How about this?”

As you add a third finger, pumping him as good and deep as you can manage, the build-up of lube begins to punctuate your thrusts with lewd wet sounds. Despite your best efforts, your small fingers always do little to satisfy him, which is where the strap comes in.

“Deeper…” he urges, grinding his cock into the desk.

Removing your digits, he is left empty and whimpering in protest, until he feels the rubber tip of the strap press up against his loosened entrance.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he groans in realisation, writhing eagerly beneath your touch. “So, this was the surprise you were talking about.”

“It certainly is, and you’re about to find out just how big of a surprise it is,” you reply in a playfully suggestive tone.

“Mm, quit teasing and get on with it…”

With your eyes appreciatively taking in the sight, you roll your hips against his ass, allowing only the head of your cock to enter his tightness. Already, the strap is able to stretch him as far as three of your fingers had managed. You still your movements.

“If you want more, you’re going to have to work for it.” There is cruel satisfaction in your voice, revelling in his mounting desperation.

“Don’t be a bitch,” he mutters, brow furrowing beneath the fabric of his blindfold in impatient irritation. “Just fuck me already.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull out, leaving him achingly empty and whining once more.

“Oh, stop complaining, what do you expect?” you chide, allowing your fingernails to press into the meat of his ass in warning. “Bratty boys don’t get what they want, do they?”

His cock twitches beneath him at your words, and he grinds the desk with a groan.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question.” Sinking your nails into his skin, you feel him press into your touch, savouring the sensation. “Do brats get what they want?”

“No…”

“Then do as your told, and earn my cock.”

Jack groans in response; still rocking his hips against the surface of the desk, slick with pre-come, in search of release.

“Now, beg for it.”

“Please fuck me,” he whines, flexing his wrists against his binds.

“Hm, I’m not convinced, Jack,” you taunt, allowing the tip of the strap to brush against him tantalisingly close.

“Please, stop teasing, I need it, please,” he urges, frustrated tears pricking behind his eyes.

“Try again… this time sound like you mean it.”

“Fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” he begs senselessly, no longer in the mood to argue, just desperate to be filled.

Satisfied, you press back into him, sliding your cock in past the tip this time, allowing him to adjust to the width. “Good boy, that’s more like it,” you praise.

“Ah, yes, more, please, fuck,” he babbles, forcing the shaft deeper as he pushes back.

You watch as he fucks himself on your strap, before regaining control and beginning to thrust against his movements. It doesn’t take long for you to bottom out, your groin grazing against his ass as he takes the entire length again and again with increasing urgency.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” you murmur, sliding your hands up his thighs to grip his hips as leverage. “You’re being such a good boy for me, baby.”

He whimpers in response, drooling against the desk as he takes it.

“I want you to come on this cock, I need you ruined and messy by the time I’m through with you.”

“Mm, fuck, fuck, yes, fuck,” he whimpers, his voice jumping with every thrust.

Angling your hips to press up against his prostate, he responds with a strangled cry, almost sobbing as he feels his looming climax beginning to pull low in his gut.

“Oh, are you close?” you soothe, your pace as you fuck him unrelenting. “I bet you are, you always make those cute little sounds when you’re close.”

“Ah, yes, I’m gonna, ah...”

“Good boy, come for me, come around my cock.”

“Ah, ah, ah, I’m gonna come, I’m…”

His orgasm has his body rigid and his cock coming hard onto the desk, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him.

When you pull out, and he finally hauls himself upright to face you with ragged breaths; he is flushed, face wet with tears and drool, and his shirt sodden with come. Perfect, you think to yourself.

[mieluscious]

the zayne fic i'm currently writing is driving me CRAZYYYYYYY, i'm falling in love with him. help.