#casue why not

[drowninnoodles]

yes, i will show him to you more often

[anemonet]

this bad boy can fit so much sick symbolisms

[showtoonzfan]

So let me get this straight:

- Eve the original woman is a villain who wants to break up Lucifer’s relationship with his wife to get back at being blamed for taking the apple, so she disguises herself as Lilith and somehow Charlie and Lucifer don’t know this apparently.

- Alastor is no longer an interesting character with mysterious motives that are twisted/morally grey, but is just a good guy who all along was working with the real Lilith to protect Charlie

- Rosie is Lilith in disguise for some reason

- The big bad other than Eve is the “Root of all evil”- aka “Roo”, who looks like some random cowgirl

Viv is really something, I need to know what she’s on to come up with these dumbass ideas.

[memelordotherblog]

You Big Twitter Accounts post the same ten "memes" everyday to get money. I post memes every Friday because I have brainrot about Mickey Mouse comics, we are not the same.

[movedtodykedvonte]

So confused where fandom/fic writers got this interpretation that Miles does stupid shit that doesn’t make sense or barely works out in the end or puts his friends in unnecessary danger all the time. Like in both movies the others simply underestimate him and don’t understand what Miles is doing cause he thinks like Miles, not like your everyday Spiderman. He uses his Venom Strike to throw Kingpin in the ITSV movie and literally saves Gwen and Peter because they went into battle less than ready. Then had the entire plan to lure the Spiders in ATSV, yet I keep seeing him written like he doesn’t think or gets his friends in trouble even when he understands the danger. Most of the time his different thinking has helped or led people to fix personal issues.

The first movie alone pretty much sets in stone that the exact opposite of what he wants is others to get hurt by his actions, inactions or the actions of others and trying to live up to that belief and the expectations it carries. Across the Spider-verse hammers it home with how he constantly tries to save people because that’s what he should do, rather than listen to some theory that is clearly not absolute at best and outright wrong at worst. Every fic has him being the one to cause issues and not fix them when his planning and actions literally helped save Gayatri and her father.  (c’mon we know the glitching was the spot)

Yeah, I get making him stubborn or strong willed cause he doesn’t listen all the time but usually it’s for a good and valid reason, if he listened every time he was told not to, guess how many of our beloved characters would be dead?

[izloveshorses]

FUCKGHFJKLDHJKFHLKLJ!!!!!! FUYCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SFHKGDJKKGHGHGNGNNNNHHGGGNNNNNN FUCHK

[tototavros]

omg I finally figured out why the mithridatic wars weren't just some random jockeying between tiny Turkish kingdoms

you have laodice, daughter of mithridates v of pontus, who weds ariarthes of cappadocia, who then gets couped by nicomedes of bithynia and laodice marries him and nicomedes' son by another mother, nicomedes (of bithynia) becomes the enemy of the son of mithirdates v of pontus, mithridates vi (of pontus).

[kerstivia]

wow...cephalopod...kis

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Fashion Advice Needed

I'm calling in fellow weirdos, I am FINALLY at a point in my life where I can go to a concert(FINALLY)! Hozier is performing just about 24hrs away from me this October. So I splurged, said fuck it, and bought a ticket.

Yes, I do need to plan out the trip, and how I'll save up for travel, etc.

BUT I ALSO NEED TO PLAN MY OUTFIT.

Cause I'm going to see HOZIER (the 'Take Me to Church' guy). The issue is I dress like Hank Schrader in my rural-town day-to-day life.

I have always worn flannel/blue jeans/leather jacket person. I shop in the men's section of Walmart and only splurge on steel-toed boots. I want to have some fun and try some new shit for this concert. I don't want to be in a huge Blue city looking like I just stepped off a farm.

I want to go to this concert and get labeled as Queer by fellow Queers.

Yes, I know it's a Hozier concert, and most of his fans are in the community, but STILL.

I never spend money on clothes and I never branch out. So I need yawl's suggestions.

I'm talking cottage core dresses, concert-appropriate alt fashion, indie, 70's, lace, leather, ETC.

For some more reference, I'm a 5'10 twig. Dark wavy shoulder-length hair by October if it matters? I am willing to go Fem or Masc. on this, so don't worry too hard about something being 'out of fashion'.

Any help is appreciated.

I'm tagging those I trust for a variety of opinions and styles, but don't feel pressured to respond. If you're just scrolling past this on Tumblr and have no idea who I am, Hello!

@mossiestpiglet @estrogengerard @estrogengerard @gydima @vicsuragi @sugashook @dianetastesmetal @mad-dyspunktional

@treesofgreen @downinthehull

I love you all, and if you decide to, I hope you enjoy playing dress-up! Have fun with it!

[josephquinncurl]

Eddie Munson is a loser dramatic metalhead outcast judged for dressing a certain way and liking d&d. He is sweet and loud and a bit clumsy and a flirt and a hero. And I love all parts of him. His past and his persistence in graduating, the way he stayed true to himself through it all, how he sacrificed himself for Dustin cause he wanted his sheep's to be save and how much he cared about hellfire and corroded coffin. All of that is why I love the character. Him being so open sincere and safe with Chrissy despite what everyone thought of him was so important for the character for us to see him be flirty vulnerable and sweet like that. I have never and will never care about ships. And him being straight or bi is the least important part to me about his story. If you want to relate to him through that side then I get it but to me canon Eddie is and always will be perfect. And for the writers and Joseph Eddie likes girls that's as much as we know. And if this book is about him finding another person like him who he can relate to and that happens go be a women then that's great. I think some of you need to understand that what you want from a character is not what the writers and actors have in mind. And dont be upset when that doesn't reach the expectations you have over fanfics and headcanons.

[theotherhalfoftheshell]

Everytime I rewatch 'How I met your mother' I remember how fucking shitty all of the men are, Like Barney is a cartoon villain and he is still a better person than Ted and Marshall.

And argue all you fucking want Marshall is a shitty partner and Lilly deserved better. The only evidence you need is the judge/Italy argument to prove that point.

And another thing? Barney loved Robin, Ted saw her as his manic pixie dream girl.

[pusangkambing]

Good evening im still super fucked up about opq btw

[wedding-shemp]

idk. I guess it says more about me than anything, but it's hard not to take it personally when I see people I've known for years reblog posts mocking social media artists for being upset at the idea of their jobs getting automated. Like, thanks.

[uhhhhhhhhhummmmmmmm]

I'm dieing

I can't play botw right now

The world is cruel

Eauughageguauaggheuagwhudhayseuuaheghuhegsywususgeagaheuueehehauquayeywuhsdydtdyeyquuwu

[whatami94]

I wish I could help more, so I hope you'll forgive me.

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Its so frustrating when I can't do something that you do so easily. Talking to people. Casting magic. I can't even take care of myself. I'm such a waste of effort. Why haven't you abandoned me yet? What potential is there in me?

[moremaybank]

PROMISE ME , rafe cameron

── KINKTOBER: THIGH RIDING

"you stay with me, 'cause nobody fuck you better." — kiana ledé, promise me.

rafe cameron x bsf!reader

(18+) thigh riding, dirty talk, slight nipple play

cheating on your boyfriend is so wrong, but rafe makes it feel so right

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

"back already, huh? thought i gave it to you good this morning?"

you shoved his tall figure backward, watching hims tumble back a few steps closer to the foot of his bed. "shut up. take your clothes off."

you pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor without a second thought. you were halway through tugging your shorts down when you noticed that rafe hadn't moved a muscle. he was just standing there with that stupid, obnoxious smirk he wore all the damn time. his buff arms were crossed over his chest, and his tongue poked out to wet his lips.

you arched a brow, halting your movements. "what?"

"no. please?" he took a step closer to you. "like, 'm i jus a sex doll to you or somethin'? or...wait, wait— lemme guess. he's small. he can't hit that spot that makes you go all dumb, huh? s’okay, princess. you can tell me."

classic. always so desperate to bring up your boyfriend when you were clearly in search of what he couldn't give you. what he knew he could give you. maybe he just liked the reminder that you still needed him. no, he definitely liked it.

"just take your clothes off, rafe."

all he could do was let out a chuckle, shaking his head in exasperation as he shrugged his shirt off. he let you shove at his chest again, willingly falling back onto his bed. he rose up onto his elbows, watching you climb on top of him and settle in a straddle in his lap. you reached for his belt buckle, nimble fingers working at it swfitly to free his cock.

"you should've taken this shit off," you complained, yanking down his zipper extra harshly to to show your annoyance.

"think you're gettin' too brave wi'me."

"then do something about it instead of talking my damn ear off."

his hand gripped your throat, tightening and cutting off your air supply just slightly as he drew you closer to his face. "watch it, a'ight? you want somethin' from me, then you gotta goddamn ask for it. nicely. you don't jus' storm in here 'n start makin' demands." his warm breath fanned over your cupid's bow when he spoke, and his eyes didn't leave yours. "what'd i teach you, huh? what d'you need?"

he knew what you needed. why else would you have driven yourself over to tannyhill in the middle of the night? and why else would your heated cunt be throbbing in his lap?

if he had to guess, he'd say you were already wet.

needy girl.

he also knew that when he put his foot down, you'd immediately fall into line because that's how bad he'd gotten you hooked. you could throw your little tantrums all you wanted, 'casue in the end, you'd still end up following his every word and instruction just to hear a simple good girl fall from his lips.

"need your cock, daddy."

he tilted his head expectantly, clearly not satisfied. "you forgettin' somethin'?"

your shoulders sagged. "please, daddy? been thinkin' about you all day. need you." you hated how quickly the words flew out of your mouth. but still, you sulked at him, knowing it would earn you some brownie points. rafe had always had a thing for that innocent look you reserved only for him.

rafe thumbed at your lower lip. "see? was that so hard?" his hand released your throat, and trailed down your sternum. his fingers dipped behind the middle part of your bra, and he pulled at it. "y'wanna take this off f'me?"

you nodded, your hands reaching behind your back in an instant to unhook your bra. you let it fall to the floor, before turning back to rafe. his hands slid up your body until he was cupping your breasts in both hands. his warmth elicited goosebumps all over your flesh, and you shivered. your nipples perked up underneath his touch and he was quick to start rolling them between his fingers. 

you released a sigh of relief, feeling like your world has snapped back into focus now that he was touching you. your hands found his shoulders, and you held onto them as a reminder that he was really there.

rafe's heated touch travelled down to the top of your panties, letting his hand cup your pussy over the flimsy lace of your underwear. his blue eyes peered up at yours. "you fuck him today, doll?"

you shook your head desperately, rolling your hips against the heel of his palm pitifully. all you wanted was one taste of pleasure, and yet, he was still being difficult.

as always.

"no? why not? but he didn't wait for your response. instead, he answered his own question for you. "'cause you know i'm better."

you couldn't bring yourself to answer. all you could think about was how close his fingers were getting to your dripping entrance. it was already spasming as it awaited intrusion. but he grabbed a hold of your face, forcing you to open your eyes and obey him.

"say it," he demanded. "say i'm better."

"you're better, daddy."

"fuckin' love it when you call me that, baby. but i can't jus' let you get what you want, can i?" he bit into his lower lip, staring a hole into your perfect mouth. his wide palms curled around your hips, and he eased you onto one of his thighs. he used his hold on you to guide you back and forth against the tough muscle. you faltered slightly at the pressure against your hungry bundle of nerves. "need you to show me how bad you want it."

"but, rafe─"

"shh," he said, placing the pad of your index finger against your lips to shut you up. "want you to cum once before i fuck you."

"what? why?" you questioned, confusion clear on your face. why wasn't he jumping on the chance to fuck you like he usually did?

"'cause i'm tryna remind you that i don't even need to touch you to make you cum."

it was nearly infuriating, the way things like that could just roll off his tongue so naturally. like he didn't know how much they really pricked at your skin and made your heart jackhammer in your chest. now this would go on to haunt you forever ─ the thought that rafe would bring you to such a heavenly release without laying a single finger on you. meanwhile, your boyfriend was doing a lousy job at arousing you.

"so, you gonna be good for me or what?" his fingers tapped at your hipbones as he awaited your reply.

but what else could you do besides follow his every command like he was some sort of god?

you started to move, gyrating your hips against the tough ripples of muscle. you couldn't stop the whimper from falling past your lips when the consistent pleasure thrummed inside you. you could feel rafe's scorching gaze on you, watching every single twitch and quiver in your expressions as you quelled the hunger your cunt felt in his absence.

"my obedient girl," he spoke lowly, lust threading through his voice. "you're so fuckin' good for me. makes me wonder why you even bother with that asshole."

"rafe, don't," you warned. he knew that despite your actions, you constantly carried the guilt of cheating atop your shoulders. you didn't need the reminder, especially when you were so desperate to drown in him, in your escape.

"why not, huh?" he leaned into the crook of your neck, teeth grazing down the length of it until he reached your collarbone. he sucked on it, nipping at the flesh and revelling in the noise that leaves your lips. "'cause that pussy gets wet at the thought of betrayin' him, right?"

"rafe, shut up─"

but then his fingers forced themselves into your mouth, effectively gagging you and leaving you babbling around them. the low drawl in his voice weakened your knees when he spoke, "don't gotta deny it, doll."

he started to bounce his knee in time with your movements, and you cried out as the pleasure spiked, already nearing release due to his filthy mind. "even when you find someone, you come back 'n fuck me. you cum for me." he snickered evilly, "this pussy knows what she wants. stop fightin' her on it."