#back to your regularly scheduled programming tomorrow

[cementcornfield]

going to bed, appreciate you all 💜

[freakattack]

I'm very happy with all my wario playlists but i am prticularly proud of how on-the-nose the lyrics to all of dribble and spitz's songs are

[starkid-everyday]

OH please... You don't gotta do it! Don't ruin my anniversary! I'm a good guy! I'm a family man!! Don't make me go back... To the bakery! Ay dios mio!!! Don't do it!!!!! I'm begging you.... Have... Mercy?

[draculiza]

if it's not velvet goldmine related I don't wanna hear about it

[generaltrashshecox]

Hey y'all!

Have a thread of memes for my current emotions

Alright goodbye 👋👋

[headbandsandflats]

i’m usually so tired when i get home from work that i’m like, you know what you did the hard work of being a human outside in the world from something like 9-12 hours, you don’t have to do ANYTHING now (which, to clarify, is bad and dangerous, for me anyway). And today I was super tired as usual, but I did two loads of laundry (and again, it was past being a necessity but s t i l l) and filed my parents taxes for them and took a bunch of garbage downstairs to the basement and worked out enough to close my rings and like, none of it is groundbreaking (except the taxes bc I fucking hate taxes and also, if you don’t know me, I majored in ENGLISH it’s literally been my life’s work to be like no thank you numbers but whatever) but like, I’m giving myself a pat on the back at the moment.

[kiwiorcore]

sorry if im sounding like a bitch today

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

The Dude (@super-ultra-mega-kami-guru-blog) and I were still testing positive for Covid on Wednesday. Ugh. I the congestion (for me) and the cough (for them) is still lingering. Hopefully when we test tomorrow it will be negative. We both really, really exasperated with this shite.( ಠ ಠ )

Leeloo kitten has been the only thing to keep me from being totally depressed during this illness. I'm glad I made a snap decision to take her home.₍˄ุ.͡˳̫.˄ุ₎ฅ˒˒

Although my parents have been really helpful, I know they're tired of having to help us out. Idk what they'd like us to do though. It's not like we planned to get sick. It could have even been mom who got us sick. Who knows?(~_~;)

I am seriously upset that someone did get us sick though. We've been pretty fastidious about staying away from people, cleaning up, and everything. Idk. It's really annoying. I want the new booster asap.(.﹒︣︿﹒︣.)

Trying to look for positive stuff, because I know my therapist will ask, and it's really hard. (゜-゜)

The weather has been nice even if I couldn't really enjoy it as much as I'd have liked too. I'll be sad to take my patio down next month. (⁎•̛̣̣꒶̯•̛̣̣⁎)

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

ALL THE GIFT ART IS DONE 💥

Now it's inbox time

[is-johnny-jhonny-a-spectral-yet]

day 2858

no :(

[artfulacrostic]

going absolutely fucking NUTS boys. i just got accepted to transfer to my first choice college and i'm. 😮‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ HELP IM GOING TO EXPLODE IM SO EXCITED!!! me????? going to live in BOSTON?? MORE LIKELY THAN I THOUGHT!!

[welpthisisalittleawkward]

skipped work for no reason today.

* because the constant mundane practice of a 9-5 work week schedule is exhausting and absolutely suffocating! but we have to suck it up to survive in this capitalistic shit-show. Fuck that.

Fuck

That. *

[garpen]

Pt. 39 Gotham Twitter AU

<<Part 38<< Master List >>Happy Bday Duke>> >>Part 40>>

Oh what? Yall though I was gonna feed you by continuing the SuperBat from the last post? HA.

(I actually would have but I was falling behind on the Q&A and decided to get it over with.)

Thank you @eldritchdemonfox @shinekocreator @theofficialuriel @ifonlyicouldbeastar @ogdit @idknotimportant @crispyhotandspicy @toobytoobs @noasamoas @2bi2buyyourbs and Anons for all the questions used in the Q&A.

Q&A is closed and officially over!! I tried getting to everyone's questions so I'm sorry If I didn't get to yours! I either missed it or it was sent past the cut off date.

Will be back to our regularly scheduled program tomorrow 💚

[starkid-everyday]

God let my brushstrokes become interwoven! Keep me alive, clarified, and unbroken !! Let me ascend into steady emotion! Give me the strength against all my erosion... Are these the colors of my legacy? When what's hanging on a wall....ls the only thing that's left of me? Do the answers wait for us afar? Until death takes us up to a star....?

[maurythehormonemonster]

Kinktober day four. Praise - Johnny MacTavish // (fem! reader)

CW: unprotected pinv, this is too short

there's going to be sub Johnny in the near future but not this time (unfortunately), have another ENTIRELY different story in my docs, ugh!

Tomorrow is back to regularly scheduled programming!!

Maury's masterlist

  Your thighs were trembling as you bounced yourself on Johnny’s cock, his hands leaving hand shaped bruises on your hips from how tightly he was gripping you.  “C’mon, hen. Know you can do it, you always do.” He ground out, staring up at you with pupils as wide as saucers. 

  You keened at his words, slick cunt clamping down on him in an iron grip as he helped you move up and down along him.  Oh when he found out how wet you got from him praising you, he would’ve done it a lot more, a lot sooner.  

  “Can’t- Can’t Johnny!” You gasped out. Your thighs ached and your mind was too mushy to continue going.  His rough hands squeezed your ass, grinding you down on him. Your eyes screwed shut, hands grasping at his chest.  

  He pressed kisses to your tits, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. “You can, lass. Be a good girl for me, come on.” He urged you, bucking his hips up into your drooling hole. His words lit the fire in your stomach just a little more, a moan escaping your throat. You started bouncing shallowly again, hands clenched into fists on Johnny’s chest. 

  You wanted to hear more of him, craved it even, to hear him call you a good girl. You let out a choked moan as one of his hands slipped in between the two of you, circling your soaked clit with two fingers. 

  “That’s it, tha’s my good girl. Cum for me, hen, come on.” His voice was hoarse, trying to hold himself back so you could cum first.  Your core tightened before the coil snapped completely, cumming with a loud moan. 

 Johnny wasn’t far behind, holding you down on top of his cock as he spilled inside you.  You both were panting as you came down from your highs, letting yourself fall completely on his chest. Your head resting in the crook of his neck. 

  His hands traced shapes over your back, smiling down at you. “You really are a good girl for me.”

[1-800-local-slut]

Teen Witch

This is just angst; you and Stiles break up lol. Look I know it's kinktober but I needed a break from writing porn, but we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programing tomorrow!

༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻

Your new carpet, ruined. How was it ruined? Your boyfriend's best friend was currently bleeding out on it, and you were very very upset with him. You'd told him so many times if he needed your help, that he needed to call first. Not break into your fucking house and make so much noise that you had to thank your lucky stars that your parents weren't home- yet.

Back to Scott, he was currently seizing on your carpet and that was a problem. In addition to the blood, he was now vomiting. A lot. They owed you two hundred dollars like right now. You grumbled, as you attempted to stabilize the seizing teenager, and Alison was holding Scott's hand while Isaac attempted to hold the new alpha in place.

It was no easy feat, he was foaming at the mouth, eyes crazed and glowing while he swung through the air almost scratching one of your eyes out. You yelped as you got down onto your knees to try and help as much as you could. What was wrong with him in the first place?

You barked out the question as you pulled out a box from under your bed. It was sealed, a sigil you had drawn with your own blood and ashes from your most recent spell after a breach through your bedroom's defenses against Ms. Blake. Opening the box, you pulled out a healing potion that you created just a few days ago when your dearest friend Lydia Martin had jumped out of her sleep muttering about 'wells' and 'ice cubes'. Now, you were no banshee but that couldn't have been a good sign from her.

"Hold his head so I can pour this into his mouth." You ordered Stiles, who was standing there a bit worthlessly at the moment. Dropping to his knees besides you, his hand brushed up against your thighs, which was a startling reminder that this happened in the middle of the night because you liked white men.

You were woken up out of your sleep in the middle of the night by Stiles standing over your bed, with that gorgeous nervous smile. It would be cute if Stiles had a key to your house or your window didn't have a steel bat holding your window open for Isaac to shove the seizing Scott through it while Allison barricaded your bedroom door.

As you poured the clear liquid down Scott's throat, and while Stiles held his snarling face in his hands, Scott really was a bit too strong for his britches. And naturally that was a problem for you. You just repaired your bedroom, which doubled as your sanctuary. Where your spell books, plants, herbs, collections, crystals, ashes, everything, were held. Where a witch rests her head at night is incredibly important.

After you had a rather rough squabble with Jennifer Blake, you had some serious repairs to make and not even a day later, Stiles was pushing someone into your bedroom window.

You couldn't have Scott destroy everything you literally just rebuilt. After all your parents were mad enough when you had to go out and pick out all of the herbs from your mothers garden.

With a small syringe, you gently turned his head over to the side and lined up with his shaking form. He was trembling and eyes were glazing over, blue liquid (?) leaking out of his mouth. You would've left him this way if not for the tremors getting more intense. What looked like rabies was not clearing up with the help of your potion. In fact, it just helped his physical ailments, but did not do much for his mental state. Without throwing up and growling he'd certainly be able to focus enough to take out one of your eyes like he almost did when they got his head down flat on a pillow.

"What is that?" Allison asked as you sunk the needle slowly into his neck and focused.

"Concentrated mountain ash." Like a vaccine almost. It was just enough to slow him down but not kill him. Maybe a little bit more for the brand-new true Alpha. Stiles winced beside you, preparing for the uproar of disapproval from Allison and Isaac. You were a bit new to town, so they weren't really used to you yet.

In the sense of, you and your family were the first witches to come to Beacon Hills in six hundred years. They were all so used to the gentle and kind nature of their emissary the lovely Alan Deaton. You were not gentle. You were a witch, loyal to yourself. And that meant drugging one of your friends to keep him from hurting you and possibly destroying your house.

Nice and gentle druids, healers who would never harm others intentionally. Kind and wise, who dedicated themselves to being helpful and supportive guides to the supernatural community around them.

Not witches. Wicked witches who cursed and hexed. Wicked witches who had the power to heal and destroy. To give and take. Wicked witches who weren't interested in getting clawed apart to save some people who think you're nothing short of evil.

So, when you came to town and were the shining star of Beacon Hills after just a few weeks they knew something was up.

Stiles, ever attracted to women who could kill him with a hard glare, fell for you faster than you could telepathically throw someone across the room.

So now, four months later, Allison was gaping at you in disbelief for poisoning her situ-relation-boyfriend-ex, whatever was going on, you didn't really care to know. Whenever Stiles tried explaining it to you, you just told him you didn't really care and went back to making out with him. And why would Stiles be mad about that?

Scott stopped struggling, the mixture of plants slowed his heart rate enough to fall into a fit full sleep. Now, the issue was your carpet turning a really nasty and wet shade of purple. Literally filled with the mixture from Scott's body. Just disgusting.

"Get this mess off of my floor, and someone is running me two hundred dollars for my carpet."

༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻

"Okay. So, he got super rabies. And you brought him to my house?" Scott was now resting in your tub, wearing only his boxers as you had a big t-shirt he could fit into but nothing else, after you had hosed him down in your shower.

He was sweating profusely, and he muttered something about 'falling down' it was odd. You scratched your head, your bonnet sliding down your forehead. It was 1:52 in the morning.

Literally awful. Your bathroom floors were cold, it was cold in general, and they were just in your house. Allison had a slightly cold look in her eyes. The Argent girl no doubt heard about your kind. Heard about your family. And while you two had communicated before, there was no doubt she was seeing where the rumors came from now.

If Wicked Witch had a defined photo, it would be your ancestors. Your great grandma, your grandma, your aunts and cousins, your mother, and now you. You wouldn't call it wicked. More so, ambition that other creatures think to be a hindrance.

If you were so wicked, you would've tossed them all out of your house the moment you saw Stiles grinning over you. But you loved Stiles, so you could stop being devious for long enough to lend a hand. This was a bit much to ask of you though.

Lately, you and Stiles were going through something of a rough patch. You only saw each other during what seemed like moments of high stress. When you were helping Deaton, creating some sort of spell or object for the pack, or saving a life. Or running for yours.

That obviously didn't help a relationship, which often resulted in you two screaming at each other on the car ride home. And the makeup sex was starting to no longer be worth losing your energy. Was it great? Yes, but you'd like to have sex with your boyfriend without having to scream at him. Like that embarrassing spat last week where you yelled 'I hate you don't talk to me' in front of everyone and then stole his car keys forcing him to walk all the way to your house in order to get home.

The sex that night? Magical. He really gave his all into apologizing to you.

This was another fight. Because when Stiles didn't consider you, it hurt. There were boundaries- you had boundaries- and none of them seemed to understand that. Why would you want to be woken up like this? Perhaps you'd be less cross if he had stuck to his promise of making more time for you and being a bit more considerate of you having to clean up his messes. Considering he made the promise last night, you truly hoped this time it would last longer. Perhaps this just was not for you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and taking a deep breath, you shook your head. Isaac and Allison stood in your bedroom, whispering amongst themselves, while Scott laid unconscious in the tub. Steadying yourself, you looked at Stiles who was sitting with his head down on the edge of the tub.

"Do I look like a vet?"

"...Well considering recent events-" The words died on his lips, when he saw you tearfully looking at him. Why were you crying? Because you just noticed the crack in your floor from when Scott jumped awake while you were transporting him to the tub. And once again, you realized you'd have to clean that up. Oh, also you noticed Stiles grabbing his keys in his jacket pocket. Was he about to run off and leave Scott with you here? Where was he even about to go?

Here you were, with your AP Bio test first thing tomorrow morning and your boyfriend pushed you across the line once more. How many more emergencies would fall on you? It wasn't his fault. He joined a pack. But there was a certain point that things reached.

"...This isn't working Stiles." Allison and Isaac stopped the whispering, at your low voice. Both of them turned their head to look into your bathroom where you had your arms wrapped around your stomach and had fat tears rolling down your face.

Stiles gaped in disbelief and shook his head slightly before he swallowed thickly. Glancing behind you he got up and shook out his shoulders before he closed the door to the bathroom. This was one conversation he couldn't have any one witness. And Scott was knocked out in the tub, so he hardly counted.

"There's a line Stiles. And you guys crossed it again and again. You promised me last night that you would try setting harder boundaries. You just broke into my room and my new carpet is ruined. You couldn't call? You know anytime of night you call; I answer, you text I respond. I was fine doing all of this when it felt like we were together. When we did things together. Stiles, when was the last time you took me out to dinner, when's the last time we went out on a date, when's the last time I've seen you without everyone attached to you?

You aren't even my boyfriend anymore, you're some guy who I see sometimes when he needs help. Like I'm some sort of booty call except we haven't been having any good sex either because I haven't seen you. And when we do see each other, we just fight. Or have really angry sex that I don't even enjoy anymore." It came out a soft whisper, eyes watering and lip quivering. Staring down at the floor you couldn't even look at him. You couldn't do it.

This was for the two of you. You weren't happy. Nothing he did could make up for it after tonight. You can't push that on him, that's just cruel. He swallowed thickly and you heard his voice breaking. Was he crying? Oh no. Please do not cry.

"I feel like you're only seeing my friends as a hindrance. They're your friends too you know. And it's not fair that you can refer to them that way when all they've done is try to be nice to you. We have people we have to help, and I know things are hard right now, but you know I care about you. It's just right now we're both in some difficult situations."

"That is not the issue. I do love our friends, I do. Their great. But why are you all in my house right now. When I have told you so many times not to do this. First it was a little pop in from time to time. Then it was staying over really late. You said the exact same thing to me last night when our one movie night was crashed. Now it's this. I don't think it's your fault. I think you shouldn't be with me right now Stiles. I don't know if you don't have the time, don't want to make the time or can't make the time, I don't know. But I don't want to keep waiting for you to figure it out."

Stepping away from his outstretched arm when he wanted to pull you closer. Flinching he withdrew his hand when he saw you put your hand up to stop him.

"There are boundaries. I have boundaries-

"And I pushed them again." He finished, the sentence you'd been repeatedly screaming at him over and over again since the issues between you two arose.

Then it was over. The first conversation you two had in over a month that didn't end in screaming, tears, fighting, the both of you insisting you'd never let the other go, and instead of you two having a normal talk it was you two breaking up.

And your rug was still ruined.

༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻