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[theinimitablefuckstormkilligan]

@awkwardsocialfailure drew me on the holodeck following a conversation about the first thing we'd do if it were real.

[faunandfloraas]

✌ © pye0ngtay

[little-gay-boy-likes-music]

WHEN HE

[akindplace]

Hi hello I finally got my hair cut! I’m really loving this style ♥️

[tsireyqs]

having thots.... about...... dbf! joel miller........ giggle giggle

like i'd imagine your family would invite him over to the house for a barbecue and you'd pick out a pretty sundress that tugs at your hips just right, just to tease him. bending over ever so sightly in front of him to give him a peek of your panties under your dress and "accidentally" brushing your ass against his cock when you pass him.

his hand keeps a firm grip on your thigh under the table, his nails digging into your flesh as you guide his fingers to trail over the wet spot of your panties. he slips them to the side and rubs teasing circles into your clit as you speak to your parents, biting your tongue to pretend like nothing’s happening.

joel would eventually have you in the bathroom, placed on the sink. your pretty sundress scrunched up at your hips as he stands in between your thighs. one of his hands holds your wrists behind your back to keep you from touching him as he pumps furiously at his cock. he makes you watch what you did to him, calling you a slut for toying with him the entire night.

your panties are wrapped around his cock as he ruts into his hand, the pre-cum spilling out from his slit dribbles onto your needy cunt. joel takes his hand from your wrists and rubs his thumb around your entrance, eyeing at the way your pussy clenches around nothing.

he lets himself spill onto your cunt when he cums, spurts of it catching on your dress. joel uses the fabric around his cock to clean up the mess he made on you and slips them back up your legs, making you wear your panties soaked with his cum the rest of the night. <3

[infernalscream]

he tian:

[maryotism]

i yearn

[innamorat4]

There is some discourse on my dash about if eating fruit from a tree in a public space is considered stealing.

To add even more to the fruit discourse, talking about my experiences living in Brazil… as a child, my grandma’s house had a huge mango tree, and the neighbors crafted a pile made of brooms + a soda plastic bottle cut in half attached to it and they would poke it out of the walls of their yard into my grandma’s yard, up until the tree, to pick up mangoes. They had an acerola (barbados cherry) tree sticking out their yard wall, and the wall was short enough that we only needed a chair to reach the top of their tree, and we would take their fruits too. Seemed like a fair trade. I never knew their names, we never talked about it, but we would hear each other from the yards, laughing at ourselves “stealing” each other’s fruits.

I am an adult now, in a different, bigger city now, and there is a blackberry tree in my house. My mom planted it to attract birds, but it attracts neighbors, and we’re fine with it. A man once used the berries to make jam, brought some with cheese for my mom in return. A neighbor brought stairs to reach the top of tree. People I’ve never seen brought bags to pick up more berries. And in all honesty… it’s chaotically wholesome. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, and I don’t see it as stealing. I see it as: there is a tree full of fruit, and if people don’t eat it, it will fall off and rot, and it seems a little wasteful to not share it. I think a lot of people share that thought here, and there is a famous cartoon character known for his stories that usually start with him stealing guava from the trees of his neighbor (his name is Chico Bento). As I said, chaotically wholesome.

[diaprincess]

Earlier

[fire-but-ashes-too]

(Writerblr) intro post!

Hi! welcome to my blog! this is my (very late) writerblr/general/artblr intro, or just somewhere with all my general informations :)

please, go on and read *bows*

☆ Ash is my name on here and i go by she/her

★ Im a teen writer and artist, but i dream of acting

☆ im from italy

★ pan ace and quoiromantic (or wtfromantic its the same) (im still kinda questioning tho??? probs demiromantic??? idk?? feelings r weird atm)

☆ entp and introvert

★ im always up for tag games or stuff like that :)

☆ recently added tags! #ash writes- my writing ofc #ash and her rants- just me talking abt random stuff could be anything serious or not #ash on fire- probs me fangirling over something lol i may get overexcited beware

★ i relate to a spiritual and psychological level to black cats and all their other forms (aka regulus black, tori spring, aristotle mendoza etc etc etc)

i mostly write fantasy or fanfiction, but sometimes i engage in various genres as mystery, dystopian or surrealism :)

★ So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

genre: fanfiction

audience: general/ teen and up

tropes: rivals to lovers, college AU, slow burn, a lot of fencing, paris✨

cw/tw: past rape/non con, ptsd, homophobia, wounds/blood

progress: i try to update every week but nothing's promised 🥲

snippet here:

Years ago he’d learned to mask his handwriting, so now he could easily forge any handwriting he wanted, if he was given a good example of it being used. There was something extremely interesting in how each person connected two letters to each other. How they wrote an “ar” was different from how they would write an “or”, how much the words were apart from each other and how much pressure they put in the paper told a lot about someone, to him it was like zodiac signs. He didn’t always have to copy other handwritings, not unless he wanted to throw the blame on that person. He just had to invent a brand new writing style, and be careful to not slip his between the cracks. And that’s exctly what he did in the letter. Before Jesper could finish his monologue about how much he had missed out in the past few months holed up in his office, a blackmail threat was ready to be closed inside the paper envelope, just the signature was missing, but he didn’t bother to add it. A proper threat always had to be anonymous, it was always better to give as little information you could. Everything could be used against you. The maroon wax sealed the opening with a satisfying fizzling and a single wisp of smoke. The clock chimed on the wall, it was already 6 pm, he had to go finish some assignments.

(previously titled: questionable decisions)

☆ The Rogue

genre: fantasy, dystopian

audience: teen and up

setting: a fantasy world im currently busy (trying) building

progress: just vibes really, two mainc characters, a couple sides and an outline plus one of the first chapters, not much really but im working on it

characters:

anne: the rogue from where i took the title.

shes a 17 y/o girl who lives in a bunker in a forest, on the run from the government as she's a "high traitor and liar who must be destroyed".

she has the ability to modify her face and appereance for a while and she has a prosthetic arm connected to her virtual friend Indigo.

thanks to it she's able to teleport and keep track of various things.

alexander: the son of the dictator, he's lived his life in a bubble until 2 years ago, when he finally managed to get more social contacts with people and (slightly) catch up on what he's missed, behind his father's back of course.

he meets anne when she's captured and figures she's his best shot at escaping his father domain.

snippet:

This time, she materialised in the shadows behind a bulding, which gave her enough cove for her to shift her facial features. Her nose a little bigger, her hair some shades brighter, her eyes more elongated and greener than the grass growing outside her doorstep and a splash of freckles to top it all off. It was way harder to do it without a mirror, and way more dangerous. For all she knew, she could’ve been looking like a girl with a fish head, and she didn’t know if that would be better or worse than looking like herself. Anne took out a hat and a silk scarf, she wrapped it around her neck and jumped in a group of tourists gazing at the city. In no time she was in the square, vendor’s stands circling her, colourful flags waving in the wind. She could’ve stayed like that for ever, stuck in the memories of her old life, but she knew it couldn’t last forever.

★ Flowers and Homicide

genre: mystery

audience: general

cw/tw: blood, dead bodies, autopsies

main character: Giada

she's a forensics student who one day stumbles (metaphorically) over a dead body in her neighbour's lawn and starts investigating.

progress: actually finished but in italian sadly so in the translation process

☆ Confessions of a timeless man

genre: short story, surrealistic

audience: teen and up

content warning: suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, depression

plot summary: a man is stuck living the same day over and over, after almost 10 years there, he tries to escape his curse by killing himself

progress: completed XD

(here's my ao3 btw)

you want to know more about me! why than you, here you go!

★ my favourite artists are Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, Arctic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Marina, Lana del Rey, Sabrina Carpenter, Mother Mother and Billie Eilish (theres more but i cant remember whoops)

☆ synesthetic bitch

★ other than writing, art-ing and reading i love baking/cooking and crocheting

☆ theatre kid over here, always up for screaming my lungs out

★ uhhh im a vegetarian

☆ i know a scary amount about death and murder (especially poisons)

★ i dont have a specific vibe, it usually changes every few months or so

☆ i probably have anxiety but ive never been to therapy so idk 💀

★ always up for fangirling :3 (im in too many fandoms *cries* buuut im most active on pjo, marauders, grishaverse and osemanverse, musicals and some books that i have boards for on my pinterest :D)

☆ i am terribly scared of insects, needles and dogs

★ my (quite unusual) sport is aerial dance, a circus speciality that looks really cool but is acctually really painful

☆ my pinterest, spotify and goodreads if by some reason you're really interested in the chaotic human being that i am :)

thank you for reading this farrr🥹🥹

have a great day/night/life :D

[wiggly-round-worm]

I LOOVEEEE YOUUU, HUEVO

[allsystemsblue]

Mreow? Hello there new mutuals/friends/brethren/comrades. Let’s be friends and share stupid memes and beautiful jaw dropping art, shall we?

[reenybopper]

He stays by my side through thick and thin… me, dramatic, after being sick for 24 hours

[akindplace]

Went to a wedding last night, it was super fun.

It’s currently over 3am now so it’s officially my birthday! Happy birthday me! 🎂🎈Thank you to past me for surviving all the things you did while remaining hopeful. You were so much stronger than you think, and your endurance means I get to live such beautiful things in the present. I am so glad I am alive, that I have survived, that I get to live. I’m going to make my dreams come true. I’m capable, I know that now.

[stargirlies]

my back arched like a cat

my position couldn’t stop, you were hitting