#cell boost

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Teamwork makes the dreamwork! (They did it to themselves 🙄)

(Based on this scene of Kagura and Sougo from Gintama!)

[for-ships-that-never-sail]

Someone PLEAAASEEEE write me a longer version of this 🦋 Polin 🐝 mini fic that I wrote because I have been hallucinating about this since the trailer dropped 🙏🏼

(expand to read the mini fic!)

"Mr. Colin Bridgerton, the completely unhinged and oblivious man that he is, casually reaches out 🤏🏼 and adjusts one Ms. Penelope Featherington’s necklace, to shift the teardrop 💧 pearl pendant that is askew.

He aligns the pearl with her cleavage, like this is a perfectly normal thing for him to do 🤷🏻‍♂️

In a daze of suddenly thinking about her other pearl 🙇🏻‍♂️💭👀, his index finger slowly traces down 👆🏼 from the adjusted pendant and over the beautiful line of her deep cleavage ( . Y . ) until suddenly his brain catches up 😳 because her breasts are now covered in goosebumps and rising and falling rapidly 📈 from all her heavy breathing 🫢

He pulls his hand back fast 🌩️ - mostly in shock of his own damn audacity to have done this so publicly 💀 - and definitely not because he wanted to stop touching her like this.

Actually, he suddenly realizes that he never wants to stop touching her like this 🤯"

And then BAM 💥 they are both just staring at each other’s eyes 👁️ 👁️ and lips 🫦 being insanely horny 🥵 and feral™️ on main 🫣

Extra points for just going straight to…

🗣️😈😩☄️🐎🚋🥵⏳🔥🐱⛲️👅💥🫴🏼🐱🫦💦💥🏡🕯️🤤🪞🫂😍✨💞🔏✍🏻🤯💌📚🔓🗝️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🛏️🪞🫂❤️‍🔥🫴🏼💦🍆🐱🌹🍾🍒🧨🍆🍑‼️🫦🌋💥🤤✊🏼🍆👅🥛💦🛏️🪞♋️‼️🌋💥😌🛁🧖🏻🧼🧖🏻‍♀️🥰👫🛌💤

with or without the cute parts… 😉

And even more points if you just wanna keep those cute parts in, and even add in some…

🌅💓💍🤗🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♀️⛪️💐👰🏻‍♀️🥹🙋🏻‍♂️🙌🏼💃🏻🕺🏻⏳🤰🏻👨🏻‍🍼😇♾️

Please tag me if you do write something like this.

All major credits to the gif makers, fic writers, and Pen’s cleavage 👀💯🫣🫢

Ok thank you bye🙏🏼 😳👋🏼

[jollysunflora]

I need new glasses and to get my phone repaired for accessibility reasons.

Can anyone help me out? Please boost if you can’t donate. paypal.me/jollysunflora venmo is avatarmary and cash app is $jollysunflora

[chippdhearts]

chippdhearts ⤏ sofia-curtis

I know I said I wasn't going to but here we are. Tagging some of my lovely moots below the cut.

@mikelogan, @blownawcy, @lenakluthor, @sharpesjoy, @katebeckets,

@singinprincess, @sara-sidles, @julie-finlay, @emilylprentiss, @junousher,

@captainsavre

[lighthouse-system]

God. I'm this old by the way

[doodlesdreaming]

Soooooooooooooooo......

Bobby can speak in English now, apparently!

[conniesbbymama]

Hi, my niece, Sienna, is currently fundraising for a service dog due to her multiple disabilities (EDS, POTS, CRPS and more) that limit her mobility and regular everyday function. She is going through the nonprofit organization 4 Paws for Ability. 4 Paws has provided a secure online platform where you can conveniently contribute with options like PayPal, Venmo, and regular credit/debit. 

The total cost for a service dog is $20,000 but sadly it is not covered by health insurance. I understand that times are tough for many, and any help you can provide will be deeply appreciated. Additionally, I kindly ask that you share the donation link with your family, friends, and other socials to help us reach a wider audience. 

[weirdcat1213]

Ngl I don't exactly know why I'm not able to tolerate my current job for longer than a month. Maybe it's because I went from fun freelance to Mega Corp Customer Service too soon, maybe it's because of my age, idk.

But I do know that my roommate keeps wondering how do I have the energy and discipline to do freelance while working full time and idk how to explain that I was genuinely born for fiction/writing. Not even in a poetic way, it's just that my brain can't do anything else without going into the Depths of Hell tm. Like my brain just run out of every positive chemical ever if I don't consume the things I like or do the thing I like. I always thought I would need a job along side the freelance for a while and that it wouldn't matter what the job was, that I would be able to hold on. But ig that's not the case???? My brain said no to customer service but for example it didn't say no to the job writing non fiction articles for kids or the (hopefully pls pls pls) future job writing proposals for people. Genuinely what's wrong with my brain.

[thea-writes-stories]

BETWEEN BARS: PART ONE ~A Dallas Winston One-shot (Dallas x OC)~

Hello!! This one-shot is also available to read on Wattpad and AO3 on my accounts thea-writes-stories (Wattpad) and theawritesstories (AO3)! This is my first published fanfic, so feedback is greatly appreciated! So without further ado, this is: BETWEEN BARS: PART ONE

As I burst through the door from the police station’s lobby, I could see Dallas sharply lit by a hanging fluorescent bulb; sitting in a chair in the holding cell, looking nonchalant, and smoking a cigarette. The butt of his cigarette glowed a dim orange as he took a drag, and a few small scrapes and bruises glistened slightly over his face and arms. To my annoyance, he looked unfazed by them. He looked up through a haze of smoke when he heard the door open, and his shadowed, cool gaze met my blazing one.

I'm so upset with him for getting in another fight, and on top of that, getting arrested again; does he even realize the danger he puts himself and the rest of us in every time?!

With blood pounding in my ears and my fists clenched, I stormed right up to the bars of the holding cell as Dallas’s expression shifted slightly into amusement. The cocky smirk growing on his lips just twisted the knife, and without a word, I reached right through the bars and grabbed him by his jacket to lift him to standing. His cocky smirks became more of a confused scowl as I got closer, and when I gripped his jacket and lifted with a grunt of effort, he finally spoke, whipping the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Hey- oof- watch it- what'sa matter?!" he sputtered as I yanked him up against the bars, looking down at me from inches away.

"What's the matter, Dallas, is that you coulda gotten hurt again, bad. And you got locked up, again! That’s what's the matter, because you're acting like a damn fool!" I shot back hotly, meeting his look with another glare. A storm started brewing behind his dark eyes, and I could tell that this wasn’t just kinda amusing to him anymore.

"You know, you've got no right to be talkin' to me like that! Ain't like I asked to get arrested! I can hold my own with those damn Socs! Ain't none of your damn business, anyway.” He grumbled, his voice rising angrily as he threw his cigarette on the grimy floor and stomped it out with fervor.

"I have every right, I can't keep watching you throw your goddamn life away fighting like you're invincible!" I retorted. He scoffed and half-tried to move out of my grip as I continued, but I firmly held his jacket, scowling stubbornly at him.

"-And yeah, it is my business, 'cause I was there for at least half of those scraps, and I don't intend to let you let go of yourself just yet-" I said forcefully, solid resolve clear in my voice, pulling him down closer for effect, until our foreheads were almost touching- "- damnit, Dally, you can't let go. You can't." My voice cracked slightly, and the nickname just slipped out. I never could call him Dally, it felt too intimate, but in this moment, as we stood with barely an inch between us, as I was staring into his eyes with a fierceness that didn’t quite hide the traces of fear and caring in my voice, it just happened.

Dallas raised an eyebrow, and he almost seemed amused by my slip-up; but then something changed in his eyes.  In the dim light, I could barely catch the flash of surprise and vulnerability in his eyes before they hardened again. He was silent for a moment, while the only sound was my pounding heart, and he sighed again, moving to grip the bars with his hands and lean like that, even as I still held him tightly by the jacket. He looked down, and his face fell into dark shadow, the stripes of the cell bars making a mesmerizing pattern on his hair as he stood with his head down, biting the inside of his lip in thought. 

Suddenly, he looked up again, a look of slyness and something else I couldn’t read on his face, and spoke softly with all of the bravado stripped from his voice, his eyes slowly, electrifyingly moving over me as if he was taking in every inch.

"You care a bit too much 'bout me for someone who ain't my girlfriend..."

The words came out unexpectedly quiet, in a smooth drawl that chafed at my every thought, made worse by the feel of his warm breath on me, that shook me from my anger into plain shock.

Shit. 

What happens now, if I do care so much?

Caught a little off guard, his comment got to me just like he wanted it to. I gaped for a long half-second, racing to recover from it, and scowled, rolling my eyes. I could feel my cheeks reddening slightly more than I'd have liked, which brought the broiling anger right back.

"God, Dallas, every time I try to just-" I sputtered angrily, shoving away from him and turning on my heel with my hands raking through my hair. I spun to glare at him again as I heard his voice.

"What, try to yell at me some more?" He said easily with his head tilted up, still leaning forward with his hands wrapped around the bars and a teasing smile playing across his lips.

"No, I-", I started, about to take his bait again, but pulled myself to a wrenching halt with a sharp inhale.

“No? Really? ‘Cause it seemed for a while like you were about to start on me again.” He said, peering up at me with the shadows of the cell bars falling perfectly on his face.

How was he so calm right now? When he was covered in cuts, and the traces of a bruise were beginning to form on his sharp jawline, and the defined muscles in his arms were mapped with scrapes?

A flashing, swirling mess of emotions had been running rampant through my mind as I abruptly stopped moving, but just then I felt something inside me snap, as if all I could do was watch him, frozen in my tracks.

I stood, for a split-second that felt like a full minute, and my eyes were inexplicably drawn to the deliberately drawn lines of his smooth features and the taut muscles visible through his shirt.

Finally, resolve washed over me like the shock of a cold rush of water. With a set of my jaw, I forced myself forward, marched over to him so I could reach up to cup his face. His eyes widened, and I heard his breath hitch as my hands touched his bloodied cheeks.

"You idiot-" I mumbled a little breathlessly as I leaned in to kiss him through the bars.

END OF PT 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~END OF PART ONE~~

Continued in... PART TWO ->>>

I hope you enjoyed my first ever written piece here on Tumblr!! Please repost, comment thoughts or any feedback, and please follow for more! Part two will be up soon!

Stay gold,

Thea <3

[mossytrashcan]

“Why would LB call her magic system science? Why is she afraid of magic?” She did it for me specifically. The hot stem girly. (READ MY TAGS BOY)

[somerandomg33k]

"Can I kill Dracula?"

I love Castlevania. Sadly, with how it's publisher is like, the only way to get good Castlevania games now is with a different. Like having the Dead Cells' developer Motion Twin creating a Castlevania DLC. Best chance for more awesome Castlevania is playing someone's else game. Oh well. But Dead Cells is great too. And I am trying to raise money for my friend in need. Come and join me.

(!13+) Dracula in Dead Cells is hard | !freepalestine | !fundraising for !Johanna | !retweet | !AMA

[lee-banks]

Hello people of tumblr! So, my and my mother's cell plan via TMobile was canceled due to non repayment and our past due fees in December of last year when my mom lost her job. My father refuses to pay it and help us get the phones back on. Our spectrum internet has also been dwindling since then as well which is the only thing we have to rely on at this point. I could get a tech put here to see what's happening and how to fix it, but spectrum techs in my area are highly unreliable and on top of that getting replacement equipment isn't a gaurentee as it's a first come first serve type of situation. Even if we did get the new router and modem, they need to be activated via their app which obviously relying only on internet and having no cell service, it'll be difficult to do that. I looked into maybe getting government phones for the two of us as we'reset to get medicaid cards in the mail and coversge to start Sept 1st. However each company I looked into allows only one phone per household. Now, I'm not comfortable sharing a phone with my mother for numerous reasons including she's always been pretty abusive mentally/emotionally to me and she constantly cheats on my father with random men. Is there anyway we could get more than one phone from a lifeline or any related program? Are there any programs who help pay off debt/past due fees? Alternatively, I do have chime ($Lee4421) if you can donate to help get the phones back on. My mother also has cashapp if you'd maybe like to donate to her instead. Her cashapp will be shown in a screenshot. Last time she checked in May, the total past due was $304.32 but it could have easily gone up to around $642.32 since our bill usually happened on the 5th of each month and they add to it each month it's unpaid. On top of all that, there is an $80 reactivation fee plus unknown taxes. If you can give me any advice, tips on how to navigate this, donations, or even boost this I would GREATLY appreciate it. This is URGENT. Thank you all.

[glitch07deity]

~Hello lovelies~ I am currently opening commissions as my job has been kinda wack and saving money got 5x times more difficult. As of right now I do portraits and icons; although if there is a special request that isn’t listed don’t hesitate to ask. Message me if you’re interested <3

As this time I am only available via Cashapp from here.

I am also available to chat on Deviantart and Discord for more details with commissions. Please take into account that I do work a full-time job everyday and so my time and effort into the works will be taken care of after I am off <3

[taxus-fraud]

I have this image stuck in my head of a youtuber in a straightjacket locked in a padded room, endlessly spouting the same handful of sponsorships into the unresponsive silence of their cell.

[raewritesfiction]

This is TOMORROW!