#but i cant stop myself

[youngmisterfrodo]

the Shame I feel at telling someone I'm really excited for rings of power season 2 and they're like "huh I thought no one liked the show" only for me to immediately hit with "actually its the most popular show on amazon prime 😌😔 ahead of The Boys"

like a Dweeb

[gunsatthaphan]

i will have you know i am not watching only friends i have not seen a single episode idk anything about them EXCEPT for what i see you post lmfao i am experiencing this completely through you and it's always so fun i love to see what new horrors are happening beyond my comprehension every week and i wanted to say thank you 🙏🏻

aww thank you!!! 🥺

I need a place to scream every week so I just ramble around lmao but it's nice to know that someone appreciates it kdjgdk 🫶🏻

I would say you should start watching it but after the last few episodes,,,,, maybe not lmao 😭

xxx

[skeleton-squid-boy]

you have GOT to remember when watching the new doctor who that the question is not is this good. doctor who is only ever actually 'good' once a season at most. THE ONLY QUESTION IS is it fun, camp, and has aliens. also remember the worst doctor who showrunner is always the current doctor who showrunner. now go watch the new episodes as god intended like you're ten years old and still remember how to experience joy and whimsy.

[lonelyinkcap]

hmm ok

having awful mental health

being sick

AND shark week all on the same day

i think im going to die

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh

[emptea-headed]

Hello everyone! I’ve made it to over 1000 followers recently, and my dom and I agreed to make one of these posts to celebrate!

This post will run until October 16th Noon EST

*Edges and/or ruins controlled by my dom will not count towards this post, and if he makes me cum I must start all over again.

Edit: Spamming is encouraged by the way ☺️ I love the idea of an unobtainable goal

Edit 2: Edges from this post will be completed in the shortest amount of time as possible, which will obviously fry my brain as much as possible because that’s the whole point ☺️

Every one note is an edge I have to do, but special goals include:

Every 5 likes is an edge with mint chapstick on my clit and/or nipples

Every 5 reblogs is an edge I have to do with a dildo in, but no touching my clit

Every 5 comments is an edge I have to do with sensory deprivation

Every 20 likes is a minute I have to wear nipple and/or clit clamps while edging

Every 40 likes is an edge I have to do without a sex toy or my hands, anything else is fair game

Every 50 comments is a ruin followed immediately by smacking my cunt until its tingly

Every 100 of all is an edge I can have only by smacking my cunt and clit

Every 500 of all is an edge with the tens unit

Edit: If this post can get to 1000 notes, I will hard edge as many times in a row as I can handle (whatever the end result may be) with my legs tied open so I have no choice but to feel it and submit to it more and more

Edit: if this can get to 1500 then I’ll do nothing but ruins for a whole week, minimum 5 a day

[wowhead]

this paper came with a box of jars at work I had to put together and I'm kind of obsessed with it. i might frame this and put it on my wall

[mallpop]

Decided to make this a reblog instead of clogging up the replies:

As someone from Indian background, it’s true that funerals are quite different. I think calling it “accepted” is not correct though (except perhaps for non-religious Indians who’s thinking on death is part of the Indian/Hindu dialectical)

Death in Indian culture, like in other Asian cultures, is considered unclean. But it is also considered to be a lighthearted affair. People treat death as a lighthearted affair because of widespread accepted belief in reincarnation or a de facto universalist afterlife (a unique aspect of many, perhaps most Abrahamic religious traditions in India). I think something westerners can’t ever fully grasp is how amongst most Indians, there’s no distinction between “secular/scientific” thought/action and religious belief as there is in the West. This means viewing death as a serious affair beyond proper rites is nonsensical, and (I mean this with 0 exaggeration) literally akin to questioning the existence of gravity or the color of the sky.

This means people expect you to treat death as a lighthearted affair too, and outwardly showing remorse or intimacy with death is looked down upon. I can recall a few years ago where the wife if the deceased started crying during the post funeral dinner party, which made everyone shun her and continue eating and laughing while the (episcopalian) bishop at the function chided her for concerning herself with “God’s affairs”

My experience is specific to Indian Christianity, but based on my interactions with friends and family (which is multi-faith), I understand the dynamic is at least similar in Indian Hinduism, Islam, and Judaism.

The above isn’t a hard and fast rule by any means though. If the deceased died by unseemly means (e.g. murder or even suspected murder), that puts pressure on the living family who wonder if they went on to a good/better afterlife (and of course have to deal with a sudden and unexpected violent death)

I feel like western countries in particular are just very removed from death in general. I've watched videos on funerals from Nigeria and India and I feel like in these places (and probably loads of others) death is a much more accepted part of life, and mourning there is much more personal as opposed to the distsnt, heavy calvinist funerals I grew up with. So that might have something to do with it, although I haven't personally experienced a different funeral before

yeah i agree, the taboo around death and funeral practices is definitely a very western concept (and, according to my readings, heavily influenced by the increased commodification and marketization of the funeral industry and death itself under capitalism, which is as fascinating as it is disheartening). and i know cultural differences will always exist and that's normal and even a good thing because everyone is different and it's more interesting that we all develop different attitudes and ways of thinking and behaving, but i do think it's a shame that death and grief are treated with such an "out of sight, out of mind" attitude in a lot of self-proclaimed "developed" "modern" western cultures when i'd argue that's actually a pretty unhealthy and "backwards" way of looking at it.

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

i just know Aithusa would've been the biggest prankster in Camelot

[gabsyp]

it's time for the digital circus brainrot @gooseworx

[mirioho]

practicing expressions with jamil :)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[dinogoofymutated]

Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

[grossillygirl]

need an older woman to take advantage of me and manipulate me :( push me down on the bed and tell me its fine, everyone does this with their girl friends, fuck me until im begging to cum and watch me cry and beg some more

[kogglyuffs]

the ultimate cookie show

[sunlit-mess]

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