#based on true events unfortunately

[chocoarts01]

✨Get shit on Casey✨

I forgot to post this on my other platforms, but here it issss. Gotta lovingly bully 03’ Casey💖💖💖

[usedtobecooler]

sexual content minors dni.

the thought of eddie munson just being so desperate and aching in the middle of the night that he sleepily, desperately ruts up against the curve of your ass, tip leaking steadily all over the silk of your sleep shorts.

it’s. a thing. always has been a thing. your shorts meant the green light for him to grind and slide up against you in a feverish heat, moonlight peaking through the gap in the curtains and casting the hasty motions in your shadows.

you’re barely awake, only just rousing enough to get with the program and wiggle up against him, make it known he’s okay to keep going even as you bury your face into the pillow sleepily. you roll your hips, marvelling in the way his length kicks up at the movement.

he’s plastered right up against you from chest to thighs, moaning high pitched and desperate into your ear, mouthing at your neck as he ruts a little quicker. until he slides against you differently, askew enough to have his entire shaft slipping between the apex of your thighs, nestled in the tight heat of your sweaty skin, the curve of his tip slipping over your clit through a thin layer of satin.

“please, please baby, lemme stay here. can i?” he begs, peppering kisses against your shoulder and you can’t help but nod when he slides between your thighs again and nudges that bundle once more.

it’s hot, sweaty, the steady stream of pre leaking from his flushed red tip more than enough to slick up the way as he thrusts inside your thighs. you moan, can’t help yourself as the prickle of heat and want shoots up your spine and buries deep. you never expected it to feel so good, to keep you stimulated as much as it did him.

“so fucking good, sweetheart. even your thighs fuck me up, so tight.” eddie’s so stuck to your back he’s practically moulding into you, the bite of his fingertips teetering on painful in the dip of your waist as he uses his grip for leverage to keep thrusting. his curls stuck to your sweaty skin, kisses turning to biting and sucking as he teeters close.

you can’t help the noises that fall from your own lips, needy and hungry for it. it feels good. so good. to feel how desperate he is to get off, listen to how pathetic he sounds being brought to the edge by nothing more than the squeeze of your thighs and the roll of your hips. he knew how to make your head big, so in love with you and turned on by your body that he’d fuck any part you were willing to offer up.

it’s all too much, even with your eyes shut. so when you open them and look down, watching the head of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs and covering you in creamy spatters, it’s too much. your body coils tight like a spring and you’re reaching your own peak before he reaches his, clamping your thighs even tighter with the sheer force of it.

“holy shit, did you—? oh god, fuck it’s so wet, ngh,” eddie thrusts behind you sporadically, sucking right on the tip of your shoulder as he cums in between your thighs, thick spurts soothing the slight sting of your skin, painting you in a gorgeous pearlescent mess.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[a-great-tragedy]

Regulus: I keep doing the one thing were you sort of dream while you’re still awake and it’s starting to get worse

Pandora: You mean daydreaming?

Regulus: No…

Dorcas: Then what are you talking about??

Regulus: You know- when you start seeing those fake pictures?

Evan: *Sighs* you mean hallucinating? That’s called hallucinating Reggie

[sachermorte]

As promised, here's the fanfiction that the people in my inbox have been demanding to read. It's already done, but I'll be releasing chapters week by week to avoid dropping a giant cinderblock on everyone all at once. So I guess we're all in this together for approximately the next seven months. Holding hands. Singing songs. I haven't engaged with the source material or with the fandom for literally ten years. I don't know why I did this. I blacked out and came to with a 100k+ Google Doc in front of me. I'm blaming literally everyone but myself.

[thespianwordnerd]

Me when I start my period

[dailyedgeworth]

today, old man edgeworth takes a nap on the couch, more at 20 (neckpain)

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

D𖦹n't y𖦹u just hate when y𖦹u're just trying t𖦹 ask a well meaning questi𖦹n and then BAM-they tell y𖦹u their deepest darkest secrets and hate y𖦹u f𖦹r that?( Even th𖦹ugh again- n𖦹t intended?)

[plusultraetc]

Fourteen Days of MHA | 4/14: The Ladies

Momo returns to the kitchen with the glass jar of matches from her room, only to find the candle already lit.

“Oh,” she says. The three wicks of the pink scented candle flicker merrily. “You found the lighter, then?”

“Nope!” Mina says from where she’s standing by the counter. Tooru is kneeling on it, passing down mugs for tea.

“Oh.” Momo says again, still staring at the candle. Then she looks around for Todoroki. He is not there. In fact, there’s no one in sight.

“Do you wanna know how we lit it?” Mina asks. From the way she’s smiling, Momo is pretty sure the answer is no.

But she’s the class VP. Since moving into the 1-A dorms, the realm of her responsibilities has expanded. She must, intrepidly, proceed.

“… How?”

“Well,” Mina says, reaching for a roll of paper towels.

“No.”

“No, Yaomomo, listen—”

“No.” The stove looms ominously behind her.

“It worked really well! We threw it in the sink right after!”

Momo slams the jar of matches onto the kitchen counter with a little more force than is probably necessary. Mina pouts. “These are the kitchen matches now. They’re staying here. Forever. Just don’t—no.”

[wonder-worker]

"Among their complaints [in 1460, the Yorkists] specifically blamed the earls of Wiltshire and Shrewsbury and Viscount Beaumont for ‘stirring’ the king [Henry VI] to hold a parliament at Coventry that would attaint them and for keeping them from the king’s presence and likely mercy, asserting that this was done against [the king's] will. To this they added the charge that these evil counselors were also tyrannizing other true men* without the king’s knowledge. Such claims of malfeasance obliquely raised the question of Henry’s fitness as a king, for how could he be deemed competent if such things happened without his knowledge and against his wishes? They also tied in rumors circulating somewhat earlier in the southern counties and likely to have originated in Calais that Henry was really ‘good and gracious Lord to the [Yorkists] since, it was alleged, he had not known of or assented to their attainders. On 11 June the king was compelled to issue a proclamation stating that they were indeed traitors and that assertions to the contrary were to be ignored." - Helen Maurer, "Margaret of Anjou: "Queenship and Power in Late Medieval England"

Three things that we can surmise from this:

We know where the "Henry was an innocent helpless king being controlled and manipulated by his Evil™ advisors" rhetoric came from**.

The Yorkists were deliberately trying to downplay Henry VI's actual role and involvement in politics and the Wars of the Roses. They cast him as a "statue of a king", blamed all royal policies and decisions on others*** (claiming that Henry wasn't even aware of them), and framed themselves as righteous and misunderstood counselors who remained loyal to the crown. We should keep this in mind when we look at chronicles' comments of Henry's alleged passivity and the so-called "role reversal" between him and Margaret.

Henry VI's actual agency and involvement is nevertheless proven by his own actions. We know what he thought of the Yorkists, and we know he took the effort to publicly counter their claims through a proclamation of his own. That speaks louder than the politically motivated narrative of his enemies, don't you think?

*There was some truth to these criticisms. For example, Wiltshire (ie: one of the men named in the pamphlet) was reportedly involved in a horrible situation in June which included hangings and imprisonments for tax resistance in Newbury. The best propagandists always contain a degree of truth, etc. **I've seen some theories on why Margaret of Anjou wasn't mentioned in these pamphlets alongside the others even though she was clearly being vilified during that time as well, and honestly, I think those speculations are mostly unnecessary. Margaret was absent because it was regarded as very unseemly to target queens in such an officially public manner. We see a similar situation a decade later: Elizabeth Woodville was vilified and her whole family - popularly and administratively known as "the queen's kin" - was disparaged in Warwick and Clarence's pamphlets. This would have inevitably associated her with their official complaints far more than Margaret had been, but she was also not directly mentioned. It was simply not considered appropriate. ***This narrative was begun by the Duke of York & Warwick and was - demonstrably - already widespread by the end of 1460. When Edward IV came to power, there seems to have been a slight shift in how he spoke of Henry (he referred to Henry as their "great enemy and adversary"; his envoys were clearly willing to acknowledge Henry's role in Lancastrian resistance to Yorkist rule; etc), but he nevertheless continued the former narrative for the most part. I think this was because 1) it was already well-established and widespread by his father, and 2) downplaying Henry's authority would have served to emphasize Edward's own kingship, which was probably advantageous for a usurper whose deposed rival was still alive and out of reach. In some sense, the Lancastrians did the same thing with their own propaganda across the 1460s, which was clearly not as effective in terms of garnering support and is too long to get into right now, but was still very relevant when it came to emphasizing their own right to the throne while disparaging the Yorkists' claim.

[dateaboysuggestions]

Date a boy who lives thousands of miles away from you (and then let your heart long painfully for his touch)

[betterthanbatman1]

Today I woke up, had a dull ache in my body and could barley keep my eyes open despite it being past 1pm. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I looked out the window and saw such a cute little Robin. It only sat for a few moments before flying away. I was filled with this sort of melancholy feeling, like the little bird abandoned me, but also it was so beautiful as it flew past and I was just in awe of the nature and the world. Like wow, I share this world with this amazing, beautiful creature. What a beautiful world I live in. And then my toast popped up and the fire alarm went off and I couldn’t get it to stop on my own.

Just had the most Bruce Wayne moment of my life.

[fo-plushie]

Roman's eye has been twitching for days now. Logan notices.

"Something is wrong. What is it?" He asks at breakfast. It's just the two of them today; Wade and Althea were out running early errands. Roman doesn't even try to play dumb, but he does try to dodge the question.

"It's fine, just stuff at work."

'Stuff at work' was right. Whoever said that cliques and drama ended in school was definitely lying. He was tired and stressed and dreading his upcoming shift. And his eye would not stop twitching.

"Mm. Bullshit. Pass the salt please," Logan knew Roman's game by now: play it off because no one would care enough to press further. Logan cared.

Sighing, Roman passed the salt and continued.

"There's apparently a holiday party being hosted by one of my coworkers. Massive event. Guess who's not invited."

"Ouch," Logan said with a genuine wince. He knew how much Roman hated to be excluded from things and made an effort to do the exact opposite. It was the least he could do for the man he loved. Taking a bite of his eggs, Logan thought for a second.

"Wanna crash the place? Wade and I will show up too. In costume, if you wanted."

It was a genuine offer. Logan would love to see the looks on Roman's idiot coworkers faces when they realized who his plus ones were, but Roman was already shaking his head.

"Nah, I'm better than that. Better than them. What I would really like is to maybe..."

Ending that statement with a noncommittal hum, Roman began attacking his last strip of bacon. Patience was not Logan's strong suit, but he had learned it only took the barest press for Roman to break down. He could do that much.

"Maybe what, sweetheart?"

Roman flushed red at the pet name, the same way he always did. It was sweet, and yeah, Logan was a goner.

"Maybe the three of us could go on a date? I've been hoping to try the new Mediterranean place a few blocks down..."

He looked so bashful whenever he made a request, as if Logan and Wade wouldn't happily move heaven and earth for him. As if being graced by his presence was a chore. Smiling softly, Logan reached across the table and took hold of Roman's hand.

"I would love to, and I know Wade would too. When is this dumbass party? We'll make it a date."

Roman visibly relaxed. A smile graced his beautiful face, as if Logan has just hung the moon. His eyes were perfectly still.

[chaos-cousins]

MY SOUP

ITS ON MY GLASSES

[a-great-tragedy]

Sirius is that one person that continuously texts people until they respond. James has laid awake in the middle of the night hearing that dinging noise every two seconds, eyes wide open. While Remus has just chosen to put his phone on DND

The consequence to this? It always crashes when he opens it

[maidfrin]

95% of drivers get gas right before they find somewhere selling it significantly cheaper. #keepdriving