#but that's not related i just needed an outlet

[telling-slants]

gonna say it tom koracick kinda slays he's a cunty lil guy and i'm here for it

[zipmode]

I honestly might be TOO into horror for this English class if this was a regular English class I could do a reasonable amount of caring but I care too much about horror to the point where sometimes this class feels like an active detriment to my mental health. LOL.

[serpulalacrymans]

I'm doing well. Thank you for asking,,

My elephant ear plant has sprouted 4 whole new stems of leaves. I'm very proud of how well it's growing. The ivy yours came from is gonna outgrow its pot soon, so I'll have to go get another. Dread going into the store though;;;

I've been getting nostalgic about the empty fish tank in my closet. Thinking of getting another fish... it's been a few years but I still have the tank. I know the question of how you feel about animals has been asked and answered a million times, but fish. Fish in particular. Opinions?

Four new stems of leaves? Congratulations. That is something to be proud of! Happy and healthy elephant ears.. Your ivy is growing up well. Time for bigger pants haha. Do not put your plants in pants.

Going out in public can be stressful. If you have earbuds it's beneficial to keep one in playing some kind of music as a distraction to the world around you. Also try going as late as you can. The chances for company are slimmer that way but the company you may have can be riskier as a result. I've heard deafening headphones can help too but I've never had a pair so I can't really speak on that..

If you're ready for the responsibility of a pet I would recommend looking at your options... Fish are feeble creatures. Very plant like. Unlike cats and dogs they are entirely at your mercy.. I like them. I think they're so pretty..

[television-overload]

One thing I've learned is that if you give fic authors a tumblr poll on which to complain about fic writing woes, you're gonna get hundreds of notes overnight 😂

[justpollux]

i SHOULD work on my nanowrimo novel or at least crocheting but I just wanna daydream about go nitro

[winterlleaves]

not sure how it'll correspond to the lore but im thinking of making ghostrunner partly songsorrow or jorvik wild horse? due to uhh telepathy :')

[caruliaa]

and if i was a child did it matter, if you got to wash your hands?

[image description: a gif of dean winchester trashing a motel room /End description]

[clone-whore-99]

My imposter syndrome really be all "oh, you're just faking having your back broken for attention" as if I didnt have several x-rays and scans and several doctors looking it over and confirming it

[yournewfriendshouse]

had a pamper yesterday with the lasses of the family (compulsory cisgender affirmation rituals my beloathed) and I have always struggled with them because I have gender issues and intensely sensitive skin and also am not and have not been in a relationship so they are a hellscape of feeling like an alien, but it was a pretty nice day actually

I love my family. we all make an effort to be family and it makes a big difference!

but I just had an appointment with my psych through the pain clinic and instead of talking about my distress and hope and complicated feelings about trying some new meds which I’m right at the beginning of months of right now, I talked about my sex and relationships or lack thereof™ which honestly is a subject I havenNt broached with any of my other councillors and stuff and it does relate because chronic illness is a boner killer and makes finding a relationship which was statistically difficult but not impossible seem like way too much work and way too likely to end in heartbreak I can’t afford rn but it felt like I was wasting his time :/

I hope he didn’t feel like I was wasting his time

[heylinfanclub]

Just watched something horrific and felt like it unlocked some part of me. IDUNNO IF ITS GOOOOOD. hfjsjsh maybe. Maybe it is.

[jaejoongs-nipple-piercing]

Me: decides it’s bedtime, because I’m tired

My body: haha nope. It’s panic attack time

[bamsara]

I think that one thing people fail to understand is that unsolicited literary criticism coming from an online stranger who is reading with no knowledge of what the authors intended goal is, is not going to be received the same as say: the authors beta reader or friends who know what the authors intended goal and has the sufficient knowledge and input to help the author reach that desired outcome.

"But I'm only trying to be helpful" How do I know you have the knowledge and literary skill for you to be able to actaully do that when we don't know each other and you are essentially a stranger to me? Are you applying this criticism based out of personal biased experience and desire to see the story or characterization be driven in another direction or tweaked, or do you know the author's intentions for the character? If the story is incomplete, are you basing your criticism of a character on the incomplete narration with only partial information available of them or are you building up a report until the story's completion? Did the author provide you with the information needed to make a fully informed criticism?

Have you discussed with the author what their plans are or are you assuming them based off the narration, especially if the narration is proven or implied to be unreliable or missing key points of the plot? Are you unbiased enough to help them reach their desired outcome for the characters and story regardless of your personal feelings towards the characters/antagonists and setting? Can you handle being told your specific input isn't wanted because you're a reader and/or have no written anything relating to their genre or topic? Do you understand and respect that the author's personal experiences might influence their writing and make it different than how you would have done it personally? Do you understand if an author only wants input from a specific demographic relating to their story?

If it's for fanfiction or other hobby media, are you holding a free hobby to a professional standard? Are you trying to give criticism because you feel like the author has produced 'subpar job performance' of their fic? Are you viewing their work as a personal intimate outlet or something that must conform with mass media? Are you applying rules and guidelines when the fic is shared for simple sharing sake? Is your criticism worded appropriately and focused on the parts where the author has requested input on rather than a general dismissal and or disapproval?

Have you put yourself in a place where you assumed you have the input needed for the story to evolve better, or have you asked what the author needs and what they're having trouble with? Can you handle having your criticism rejected if the author decides their story doesn't need the change and not take it as a personal offense against your character? Are you crossing that boundary because you think you are doing the author a favor? Are you trying to be helpful, or do you just want to be?

I think sometimes when people hear authors go 'please don't give me unsolicited writing advice or criticism' they automatically chalk it up to 'this author doesn't want ANY constructive feedback on their stuff at all' and not "i already have trusted individuals who will help me with my writing goals and- hey i don't know you like that, please stop acting so overly familiar with me'

[dravidious]

"Mono-red is best" "Mono-black is best" Foolish mutterings from foolish fools too foolish to understand their own foolishness. Don't you see? Can't you feel it in the air? This standard is the season...

... of black-red artifact sacrifice.

[brokenmenswhore]

release | jacaerys velaryon

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary: jace is on the brink of snapping and lashing out toward his mother and her council for their lack of action against the greens, so you give him another outlet for his frustration

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), rough sex, jace is a lil rough & feral in this one

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“And what of those who sent him?” Jacaerys snapped, questioning his mother as they buried yet another body.

He was angry. He couldn’t help but lose people. Everyone around him kept fleeing or dying, and he tried desperately to hold his tongue, but his patience was slipping. War was inevitable, and he was frustrated at his mother’s lack of action toward the opposing force. He wanted revenge, retaliation, and most of all, he wanted to be the one to give it.

As the eldest son, however, he tried not to cause a scene, knowing he played an important role in this war, and hoping that his silence and unwavering support of his mother’s decisions would breed the proper trust that was needed to allow him more involvement and access in the war.

He was evidently tense at council meetings. His tongue was becoming sharper with each sentence related to the war. He couldn’t help it. He pushed through the doors to your chambers, angry and frustrated from the events of the day.

He stopped short when he saw you turn in your chair to face him. Taking a deep breath, the tension in his body dropped. “I need a hug.”

You smiled, standing and approaching him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You remained a step lower than him in the entrance. He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I just don’t understand why she won’t do anything,” he began, “I know she doesn’t want this war. I don’t want this war, but it’s happening. We have all lost so much, and it will not stop. Why won’t she do something?”

“Perhaps she believes it can still be avoided,” you responded.

“How much blood from my family must be split before she realizes it can’t?”

Your heart ached for him. You wanted to hold him in the hug forever, curing all his pain and never letting him out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Jacaerys.”

“It is not a fault of yours,” he replied, “it is just exhausting. I wish for a break from all of this, even if just momentary. I feel as if any moment, I may break, and I do not wish to take these frustrations out on my mother or her council. It would only cause the situation to worsen.”

You looked up at him, “then take it out on me.”

“What?”

“Take your frustrations out on me, Jace.”

“You do not deserve such treatment.”

You sighed, “but I am asking for it. Allow yourself to have an outlet. Why else am I here?”

Jacaerys was bewildered, “you are not here for me to take my anger out on. I would not do such a thing.”

“I wish for you to relax. I would not speak the offer if I did not mean it. Please, Jace.”

Jace leaned down to kiss you, initiating a sweet, intimate kiss before his frustrations took over and he deepened the kiss, gripping your thighs, causing you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He continued to kiss you as you clung to his shoulders, his steps towards the bed shaking you and causing you to nearly fall.

The Velaryon prince was usually quite nice to you, making sure to take things slow and constantly checking in on your comfort and pleasure. He would typically slowly drop your back onto the mattress, but tonight, he quite literally pushed you down, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you into the mattress.

You moaned at the eagerness of it all, Jace’s hands running up and down your side, gripping your waist and pushing your hips down, until your legs were no longer wrapped around his body. Never breaking the kiss, he lifted up your nightdress, his fingers finding their way under your small clothes, not giving you time to ease into it as he began roughly rubbing circles on your clit.

You squealed into the kiss. Jace moved to begin sucking bruises into your neck, his hair falling in front of his face, as he continued to rub you. You couldn’t help but moan, trying your hardest to remain as quiet as possible, since his little brother’s chambers were just a wall away.

“He’s not here,” Jace groaned.

You could barely speak. “What?”

“He’s not in his chambers. He’s out with Arrax. Stop holding back,” Jace demanded, “wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”

This controlling nature was a change, but you didn’t mind it at all. You stopped trying to quiet yourself, a moan of his name leaving your lips as he pushed a finger into you.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “you sound so pretty.”

“T-thank you,” you responded.

Jacaerys didn’t stop curling his finger inside of you, but giggled, “did you just thank me?”

“Mhm,” you moaned.

“You’re too cute,” he said, breaking his frustrated and controlling demeanor for a second, the compliment making your heart swell as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

He felt you start to squeeze, and he immediately pulled his hand away from you. You sighed in disappointment.

He lifted you from under your arms, shifting you so you were sitting up, as he began to undo his breeches.

“I just wish I could go to King’s Landing,” he started, pushing his small clothes down and allowing his cock to be free, “I’d kill every last one of them.”

He gripped your hair, pushing your face down until it was level with his cock. “Open.”

You did as he told you, opening your mouth as he pushed his cock into your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. He was big, too big to fit completely in your mouth, but you were getting better and better at breathing through your nose to avoid gagging around his cock.

“Not today,” he sighed, “stop holding back or I’ll fuck it out of your throat.”

You listened to him, forgetting everything you know about avoiding gagging, and allowing him to direct your head up and down, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every single thrust. You gagged and choked around him, but he didn’t let up.

“They think they’re so big and bad,” he said, breathy from the pleasure of your mouth around him, “if only they were around me. I could take all of them. I could end their whole fucking line.”

He began to thrust his hips at a vicious pace. You had no choice but to take it, trying your best to continue sucking and swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he fucked your mouth mercilessly.

“I’d end their whole. fucking. line,” he said again, speaking through each thrust and throwing his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, get up, I’m not done with you yet,” he commanded, pulling you off of him to stop himself from coming before he wanted to.

You didn’t dare adjust your position without his say so. You sat there waiting for him to put you where he wanted you. He flipped your body over, pressing your face into the pillow as he pulled your hips up to meet his. He took both of your wrists in one hand, locking them behind your back as his other hand guided his cock into your entrance and then moved to your waist as he started rocking into you, pushing you further and further into the mattress.

Your body folded and became weak, as much of you falling into the bed as was possible, the only thing keeping your hips upward was the rough grip Jacaerys had on them. You whined and moaned, your entire body rocking forward with each snap of his hips.

“Seven hells,” he breathed out, his pace never relenting, “are you still okay?”

“Mhm,” you moaned out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Shit, I hate not being able to hear you,” he said, pulling out of you and flipping your body so you were flat on the mattress, facing him. “That’s better,” he smiled, immediately fucking back into you with no warning.

You cried out, grabbing his face and kissing him through the intensity. He grunted into the kiss, having never fucked you, or anyone for that matter, this hard before. All of his pent up rage and frustration was being taken out on your cunt.

Your back arched off the mattress, Jace taking the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you even closer to him.

He spoke with every thrust, “I. Want. Revenge.”

“I k-know,” you moaned out.

“I. Want. Fucking. Revenge.”

It was overwhelming, and the intensity with which he was fucking you started to make your head cloudy. “J- Jace, it’s too m-“

Jacaerys cut you off by kissing you, doing everything he can to stop your words. “You can take it, baby.”

“I c-“ the pressure was so intense. You could feel your walls start to squeeze around his cock, and his pace was relentless.

“You can,” he said, looking directly into your eyes, “and you will.”

You nodded and let him continue splitting you open on his cock, dropping your waist down to the mattress again as he fucked into you, hands rough on your waist as they pushed you down.

Your eyes filled with tears. Jacaerys had never seen you like this, crying from the intensity, sweat sticking your hair to your forehead as you writhed under him. He didn’t know he was capable of making you feel like this, and he didn’t know you would look so fucking pretty as a result.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, “I’m close.”

You couldn’t even respond, you just continued to whine and moan under him, watching his face contort as he released inside of you. The final few thrusts of his hips were cruel, his large length hitting that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. Through his high, he could feel you close, and he forced himself to continue pushing in and out of you until you met your climax.

Your legs shook as a wave of pleasure washed over you, your entire body eventually melting into the bed with weakness. Jace waited a moment before pulling out of you, kissing you as he did so.

You tried hard to catch your breath, but it took you longer than you anticipated. Jace, ever so attentive, looked down at you and asked, “you okay?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I should start making you mad.”

[tumblesthroughtimeandspace]

being autistic is so fucking ridiculous sometimes. why do I have to watch the it crowd every time I want to kill myself. and why does it actually fix me

[jyeshindra]

Astrology Observations— jyeshindra

🤖- i feel like libra moons are what people think libra suns are. passionate, romantic, idealistic, fair. they need to thrive in partnerships, but they don’t always achieve that!

🤖- building off of the previous point, i think we end up using the CONSCIOUS energy of our sun to meet the needs of our Moon. Now we can either be conscious of our shadow (moon) or we can be unaware of our needs. which do you think sounds more toxic?

🤖- uranus i feel is the most LGBT energy in western astro LOL. like mars - uranus aspects or lots of Aquarian energy in the chart? It’s givinggggg gayyyyyy

🤖- sagittarius is a verrryyy psychic placement. this is like Sailor Mars energy for those who have watched Sailor Moon. the element of fire had psychic abilities!!! and with Sagittarius being the higher mind…the guru?? i see it.

🤖- 12H placements unfortunately can be BLIND to potential “enemies” connected to planets in that house. Mercury? your mind is the hidden enemy. the Sun? YOU are your hidden enemy. Venus? something to do with relationships. either literally the people you’re dealing with or the WAY you approach relationships

🤖- 12H venus charm almost comes from how hidden they are…you almost can’t help but be curious about them. they can be so withdrawn!

🤖- saturn in the third house can give you fears related to your speech and how you express. you may overthink or you may have had authority figures who made you feel afraid of your words/communication.

🤖- wherever saturn is…SLOW DOWN. Mars and Saturn are enemies!!! Mars likes to move fast, quickly, with passion! Saturn takes its time. it thinks. it weighs. it analyzes. it learns. it takes time to find the right balance…saturn is here to teach you PATIENCE.

🤖- chiron transits can be a painful…but beautiful time. you’re healing old wounds…reclaiming parts of yourself…and grieving others all at the same time. and more is uncovered as the day goes by. let it happen. cry. release. let yourself be angry and frustrated and bitter. feel it all.

🤖- Mars in Cancer natives need some sort of physical/creative outlet for all that emotional water energy. Mars is debilitated in Cancer because...well...Mars likes to be direct and straightforward. Cancer is the crab, it moves in irregular patterns. This can create natives who don't externalize that martian energy, or they blow up out of nowhere, or they just can't control how the martian energy is expressed! Some outlet is beneficial for the health of the native.