#common decency yall

[scamperin-shroom]

My rule is if you wouldn't say it to a random stranger on the street, then don't say it at all. It's really not hard to be kind online and thinking you're funny for being rude is stupid and immature. I'll say it flat out. You're not some cool tsundere character in an anime. You're an asshole and no one is going to praise you for it

We've all gotten just a bit too comfortable being jerks to strangers on the internet I think

[teslacarbombz]

i dont care about detransitioners i genuinely dont. dont wanna hear about it. not my probby. i guess some of yall r cool but most detrans mfs treat transitioning like a mistake that ALL trans ppl will make and therefore they wanna support laws that make it to where no one can transition. L cope idk what to tell u

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

hey just so we understand each other if I see anyone making fun of anyone suffering from the wildfires or the winter storm I will cut you the fuck off, are we so fucking chill and clear

[aizenat]

Why the ever loving FUCK would you tag season 2 shit in the arcane season one tag? I will not be interacting with this fandom whatsoever because you showed quickly and easily how fucking imbecilic and repugnant you wretches are by not having the fucking decency to tag your shit right.

Is this just how all fandoms are now? People being their worst versions of themselves, trying to figure out how to ruin things for anyone who isn’t a hyper online braindead loser?

[gongedtornado]

“employees are so lazy! people in america don’t want to work anymore!” actually we work our ass off, but your complaining and our unlivable wages make it insufferable.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar: feeding my complex

If you know me irl 🎶no the fuck you dont 🎶

This is azriel x reader x feyre x rhys smut. Everything is under the cut. (i'm so nervous posting this omg) 

(3.7K YALL WTF POSSESSED ME)

title is from complex by xana pls listen xana is one of the best artists ive ever heard!

‼️Minors Do Not Interact‼️

(i already know minors are gonna ignore that bc i have common sense)

notes: probably ooc rhys and az. i do not see them as the type to share mates but like, it’s hot. you could see this as wlw fetishization but as a pan/bi/queer woman this is a goddamn wet dream so i approve it. (duh i wrote it) 

This is mainly porn with no plot, but i snuck some in. 

kinks: ass play, tongue sucking, female worship, voyeurism, switching from top to bottom real quick, dirty talk (i tried), praise, oral (fem receiving), mating press, pussy slapping, edging, mentioned past knife play. I think i got it all folks. 

It all started from a dinner with Feyre and Rhysand. Aka your childhood best friend and her husband. You and Feyre dreamed of double dates with your spouses as children and now you finally have it. 

You four occasionally had these dinners, typically once a month. 

After the meal, you four were in the living room area, Azriel was on his second glass of wine, Rhysand and you weren’t drinking. Feyre was on her first glass. The fire was crackling with life, causing the room to warm. 

Then you four began sharing silly secrets. It started with Feyre and Rhysand fucking in paint, which gave your husband ideas. Then you and Azriel admonishing them for fucking in the literal sky. But then they scolded you two for knife play. Especially when they found out Truthteller’s handle was used to fuck you. 

“How did you even grip that?” Feyre asked. 

Azriel smirked, “who said I was the one holding it?”

“Who the hell did you invite to your bed and why wasn’t it us?” Rhysand asked, jokingly but you warmed at the idea. 

“The shadows you fool.” You laughed, sipping your water. “Az pinned me down and sucked my tits while the shadows pinned my legs down and used Truthtellers handle to fuck me. 

They were silent and then, “I love how you have no filter, baby.” Az coughed. 

“So do I. Damn.” Feyre said. “That’s spank bank material.”

You snorted and Rhysand just tipped his glass to you. 

Which then the conversation turned into friends having sex, and then: 

“You mean to tell me, you and my High Lady would have sex?” Azriel asked, surprised clearly. He knew you were into women but it was different knowing the object of your past affections was his close friend and High Lady. 

“I mean, yeah.” You shrugged at your mate. “Two girls that the village wanted nothing to do with. Might as well do each other.”

“And by the way, it was a loving and very respectful relationship. Platonic sex!” Feyre declared from her spot on the couch. 

“Huh.” Rhysand said. “You know, I expected not to like that but…” he trailed off. “The thoughts are nice.”

You snorted and looked at Azriel, who was looking at you with an expression that could only be described as eye-fucking. 

“Are you serious?” You asked him grinning. He had the decency to blush. 

“What?” Feyre asked, looking towards you. 

“He’s into it too!” You laughed. 

Feyre laughed as well, “I mean I don’t blame them. We are quite hot together.” She scooted closer to you on the couch. 

“That we are.” You grinned and clinked your glasses together. 

You all quickly went onto other topics, but you both could tell that the boys just could not stop imagining you two together. 

“Okay, how do we bring you two back to the present?” Feyre asked. 

“What do you mean?” Azriel asked. 

“You two have been acting so weird since we said we used to hook up. So how do we stop that weirdness?” Feyre asked. 

“We just never imagined our wives with equally attractive women.” Rhysand shrugged. 

You gasped, “are you saying I’m as hot as Feyre? That's the best compliment.” 

He was silent. He actually looked sheepish, he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and everything. 

“What?” You asked. 

“He’s saying you’re as hot as him.” Azriel said. 

You gasped even louder. “Seriously?!” 

“I mean, you are,” Feyre shrugged. 

“And Feyre is….as attractive as you are, love.” Azriel said. 

“Awww Azzie..” Feyre cooed teasingly. “That's so cute.”

The tips of his ears became bright red. 

Rhysand stuttered out, “it’s just, hard to imagine so…” He trailed off 

You turned and looked at Feyre. “They wanna see us smooch.” You giggled. 

Feyre rolled her eyes. “Come here.” She grabbed your face and pecked you on the lips. 

When you turned towards the boys, they were wide eyed but not satisfied. “You’re blue-balling us.” Rhysand huffed. 

“Oh? You wanna see us do what?”

Rhysand was silent and looked at Azriel then you two. Feyre coaxed, “words baby.” 

“We want to see you two make out.” Azriel ended their misery. “And maybe…” He shrugged. 

“Maybe?” You prodded. You knew exactly what that voyeur wanted to see. But gods, this was fun enough for you. And it was turning you the fuck on. 

“Maybe if it’s hot, then we fuck you both together.” Azriel snapped, but it wasn’t malicious. Your mate snapped when he was flustered, which was rare. So you were eating this shit up. 

“If?” You chuckled. “Baby, it’s gonna be.” 

“Yeah yeah you know you two are hot.” Rhysand muttered. 

You giggled, “then we have to go to bed, don’t we?” You asked Feyre. 

“Duh.” She laughed, downed her drink then grabbed your hand. You both took off down the hallway, the men nearly tripping over themselves to follow you two. 

You two beat them to the bed. You both fell into a heap of giggles as they ran up the stairs. 

“Is it weird if I’ve missed kissing you?” Feyre asked. She threw off her baggy shirt, so her bra was on display. But left her shorts on. “As much as I love Rhys, kissing girls is just.” She kissed the air. 

“I feel the same.” You giggled into your shared air. You shucked your shorts off, revealing the granny panties you were wearing. If you knew this was coming, you would’ve worn a hot set. You left the big tee shirt on. 

“I’m not wearing panties, I wanna leave some mystery.” Feyre said. 

“I would’ve worn a hot set if i knew this was happening.” You laughed, you could hear the boys were close to the bedroom. 

“It’s not fair you look hot in granny panties.” Feyre groaned. 

You laughed as the boys arrived, now the fun could begin. 

“C’mere.” You grinned and Feyre did as well. 

The two of you sat on the bed, facing each other. Your knees touching. Very much aware of your husbands at the end of the bed waiting for you two to kiss. Their heated gazes stroked the inferno that was in your cunt. Throbbing. 

When you and Feyre’s lips met, the world went silent. Kissing Feyre was always like falling into a comfy bed. Soft, plush and safe. As much as you loved Azriel as he was your mate, and you obviously were sexually attracted to men. You also were sexually attracted to women. There was never a worry with Az. He never wanted to invite anyone to the bedroom because he didn’t trust anyone. 

But these, these were two of the people he trusted most. 

Nothing beats kissing a girl.

Your mouths opened for each other, your tongues caressing each other. Lewd sounds were the only sound in the bedroom aside from Azriel and Rhysands heavy breathing. Feyre pulled you against her, your tits rubbing against each other, you wore no bra underneath so the contact caused your nipples to pebble. She ran her hands underneath your shirt, scraping her nails against your back. Your hands wove into her hair and pulled her even closer. Her nails dug into your plush hips. 

She pulled away, “Gods, I missed these hips. Fucking perfection. So soft.” Between each sentence she pressed a kiss to your swollen lips. “Felt even better sitting on my face. Remember that?” 

“Gods how could I forget?” You whispered. You smelled the musky, manly scent of Azriel and Rhysands arousal, you felt your pussy throb at the aroma of them and the sweet smell of Feyre’s mixing.  

You captured Feyres lips between your own. Better than a drug. More addictive and exhilarating. 

You heard rustling and then the sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

You felt warm heat radiate at your back as large thighs cradled your butt and hips. Azriel’s warm hands went around your waist to hold you. He kissed your neck. You felt his cock in bump into your plush thighs. Rock hard. 

How far are we going with this? Rhysand created a link to all of your minds.

As far as you boys would like. This isn’t new for Y/N and I. Feyres throaty laugh echoed in your minds. Safe word? 

Peach. Like Y/N’s ass. Azriel said as he spanked you. 

No ones gonna get possessive and rip out someone’s throat? You asked as your tongue licked down the side of Feyres throat, your teeth scraped her skin. She let out a breathy moan. 

Nobody else I trust to fuck my wife than these two. Azriel responded 

Glad you have so much faith. Rhysand said. Can’t wait to make your wife see the galaxy. 

yeah watch me make your wife come. Was all you said before your fingers dipped into Feyre’s shorts. 

Azriel chose that moment to slip his hand into the back of your panties and spread your ass cheeks with his long thick fingers. Just rubbing outside the tight ring made you quiver. You weren’t a fan of penetration there, but a little bit of ass play never hurt. 

You snuck your hand into her shorts, her smooth, wet pussy was warm and inviting. You wanted to sink into it with your tongue and fuck her so hard she didn’t know her name. But, you’d do that another time, either with Rhys coming down her throat or just watching while Azriel pounded into you from behind, you weren't picky. 

You gathered her slick and brought it up to her clit and continuously rubbed circles on the bundle of nerves. 

Based on the way her thighs clenched around your hand, you knew something was going on in the back. Then you saw the lube in Rhysands hand get thrown onto the bed and knew that she was also getting some ass action.  

“Is he fucking your ass?” You asked her. She groaned. “You got my fingers on your clit, your husbands in your asshole and you’re giving my husband a filthy fucking show? You grabbed her face with your free hand, “open.” You ordered. 

She did so without complaint, her tongue sticking out as you took her tongue between your lips and sucked on it like it was your favorite candy. 

You pulled away long enough to say, “dirty fucking girl.” You saw her eyes roll back into her head as you took her tongue in your mouth again and sucked it. 

You moaned around her tongue as Azriel began pressing harder against your tight asshole. He began rubbing faster. You whimpered. You weren’t afraid to admit that it doesn’t take much to make you finish. But you also have a faster turnaround time than most. It helps that this sight, this situation was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. 

You let go of Feyre’s tongue. “Wanna sit on my face baby?” You asked Feyre as she pitched forward into your shoulder. “Huh? You can sit on my face while Az fucks me and you can suck Rhys’ cock. How does that sound?” You rubbed her even faster. 

She let out a louder moan as you felt her thighs quiver around your hand. 

“Or maybe you wanna see what the biggest wingspan feels like.” You grinned, you saw Rhys’ eyes flash a stormy violet. “His cock is so thick, baby.” You panted against Feyre’s temple. “You can feel every vein as you bounce. I bet it’d stretch you out so ni-“ 

You were cut off when someone threw you down on the bed. You looked up to see Rhys’ eyes pinning you down. One of his hands pinning both your wrists down. “Azriel.” Was all he said. 

“Yeah?” He asked, still discombobulated from the shift in position. 

“Pleasure my wife out while I eat yours out.” 

Your husband, your mate, let out a dark chuckle. “As you wish, My Lord.” Your mate sent a gentle caress down the bond. It was almost mocking. 

It was fucking hot. 

Rhys let out his beast form enough that his wings spread even wider, his right hand that wasn’t holding your wrist turned into his beast claws. And his cock was a hard rod against your inner thigh. 

“You know, it’s because of you my wife didn’t get to cum.” He said, one single talon cutting your shirt open. The cool air brushed against the swells of your tits. “If you just kept your fucking mouth shut, she would’ve finished.” He scolded as his wife's moans were in the background, you quickly glanced over Rhysand’s shoulder to see Azriel fingering his High Lady. 

“Am I supposed to be sorry?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

You had no idea what possessed you to say that to him. You’re only mouthy with Azriel, but not all the time. 

You were in a brat mood because the next thing you said was, “you mad that out of all of us I got to fuck her first?”

“Are you always this mouthy?” He asked. 

“You have no idea.” Azriel said, taking a break from sucking on Feyre’s tits and fingering her cunt. You were jealous of your husband. Feyre’s tits were spectacular. 

Rhysand pinned your waist down and began mouthing at one of your tits. His tongue circled a nipple and he grazed his canine against it which caused your back to shoot up off the bed. 

You felt Rhysands claws tap your mental shield, you let him in. 

“Praise or degradation?” He switched to the other breast. 

“Both. But, don’t overdo it with the name calling please.” You requested. You were bullied as a kid so name calling is a toughie to navigate. 

“What words are you against?” He then tore the rest of your shirt off completely. The cool air causing goosebumps on your exposed skin. 

“I don’t like being told I'm ‘just a cunt’. Degrade me by roughing me up. Praise my looks while you do it.”

His chuckle echoed in your mind, “oh I can certainly work with that.” 

“These beautiful thighs are meant to be parted.” He said as he trailed down your curvy body. “Curves of a goddess too.” He pulled your granny panties off and threw them somewhere. 

Azriel always told you how beautiful you were, but you weren’t gonna lie, hearing it from a guy like Rhysand was pretty nice too. 

“The prettiest woman I've seen.” Feyre said off in the distance. She was moaning as well. You didn’t know what your mate was doing. But you knew it was good. 

You hummed as he spread your legs, he blew on your clit and the air made your thighs twitch. 

“Your stretch marks are so beautiful.” He said into your mind. 

He licked a stripe between your folds and moaned. He started sloppily eating like a man starved. Your toes were curling, your heels pushing into his shoulder blades and pushing him further into you. Your hands curl into his hair. 

“You taste like fucking heaven. Our perfect, beautiful, otherworldly little slut.” 

“How does it feel knowing everyone in this room has tasted this perfect cunt?” The breath from him speaking felt like ecstasy as it went over your puffy red cunt.  

“Fuck.” Your eyes rolled back. 

He pulls away and you whine, then squeak when he slaps your pussy. “I asked a question.” He was just adding fuel to the flame. 

“It feels so fucking good. Like I'm a God.” You couldn’t help the truth bubbling out. Anything to get his tongue back inside you. Your pussy was throbbing so hard you were sure they could all hear it. You were a greedy little thing. 

“You are a God, you are our God that tastes so fucking good it’s addictive.” He whispered as if the sentence was a prayer. 

He then put his mouth to use. He rolled your bud around with his tongue. Having the raw, targeted motions made you more sensitive. Causing pleasurable shocks to go through your body. 

“Only we get to make you feel like this, only us. You are ours.” 

“Your curves, your plushness, Gods. Perfection.” 

Right as your thighs began to shake, right as your stomach began to clench and twist, he stopped. 

You could not help the whine. Feyre whined too. It seems the boys had planned something. 

The little bitches had edged you both. “She’s ready for you.” Rhysand smirked at your husband, his lips coated in your slick. 

Azriel grabbed your legs and pulled them onto his shoulders so quickly it caused you to yelp. The head of his cock slapping your pussy lips. 

Feyre was then laid right next to you, both men were now on the bed on their knees. 

Realization set in, these bastards were putting you two in mating presses. 

Rhysand bent down to kiss his mate, when he pulled away, she smirked. “You taste so good with Y/N’s pussy smeared all over your lips. My new favorite dessert.” 

Before you could see Rhysands reaction, Azriel pulled your attention towards him. “Look at you being the favorite slut of the group.” 

Your pussy clenched around nothing which caused you to pitifully whine. “You want me to fill that pussy, baby?” Azriel asked. “Show who has the biggest wingspan?” 

“Mhm.” You whined again. 

“Your wish is my command, baby.” 

And together, both him and Rhys, pushed into their wives pussies. 

You let out a guttural moan as the delicious stretch came. Then the feeling of being pleasantly full. Almost to the point of too much. You couldn’t help the tears that came out of your eyes. Since the beginning of the night you’ve been pent up and to finally feel the release and that all the build up was coming to an amazing moment. 

Your cunt greedily sucked him in, as if welcoming him home. “You’ve always been made for me.” You whispered. You two together were truly like a puzzle, the way your bodies reacted to each other was proof of that. 

The fat head of his cock hit your g-spot and the world went white. Your gummy walls felt like heaven to him. And this felt like heaven to you. 

“Fuck.” You moaned as he began pounding into you. He curled in on you, his arms came around to your back and up to your shoulders, holding you in place as his harsh thrusts dove into you. Azriel’s balls were slapping against your ass, a feeling that will never get old. His head going to your neck. 

Sounds surrounded you, Azriels panting against your skin. Azriel and Rhysands grunts. The sounds of skin slapping, gasps and moans that fell from Feyres lips like a prayer. You could feel the sweat from your back clinging to the bedding on top. Azriels breath against your neck, adding to the pleasure. Your nails clawing at Azriels back. 

The bed was moving with all four of you on it. You heard something in the frame snap but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if the bed fell through the floor. 

You turned your head to the side to see Feyre getting pounded into so hard her eyes were rolling back. Rhysand had pinned her hands to the bed with his own and practically flattened her against the bedding. 

It was so fucking hot. 

She turned her head, her mascara smeared and her lips puffy and red. Skin so beautifully flushed. You knew you looked the same to her. Beautiful. You two held eye contact as you were pounded within an inch of your lives, the act alone felt more intimate than kissing. 

All of it together made the rope finally snap. 

You clenched around your husband's cock hard. Hard enough that it caused him to gasp. 

“Fuck, you always clench around me so good, baby. I’m almost there, yeah?” He murmured. Making sure it was okay to continue pounding into your g-spot. 

“Use me, Azriel.” The overstimulation didn’t scare you. It thrilled you. You loved squirting and you were ready to do it. “Use me like a fucking toy.” 

You didn’t know he could thrust harder in the moment, but he did. You held his sweaty head against your neck. It felt like he was going even deeper, which you didn’t know was possible. He bit into the area between your shoulder and neck, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure. 

You heard Feyre’s tell-tale noise and then both her and Rhysand finished. You could tell based on their sounds and the smells. 

Then you felt the tingly feeling of when you’re about to squirt. “Az.” You whined and clenched him hard. 

His lips grazed your neck as he spoke. “I know, I’m there.” You felt his cock release and then let yourself go. 

Your pussy clamped down on him so hard he groaned and collapsed on top of you. The release with Az always felt like you were reborn. Free. Cherished. You knew you had absolutely soaked Feyre and Rhysand’s bed, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. 

“Did so fucking good baby.” You said and kissed his temple. 

Rhysand rolled over onto the other side of Feyre, Azriel eventually pulled out of you and just flopped on the other side of you. Rhysand snapped his fingers and all of you were in clean sheets and were clean. Still felt grimy but you could live with it until you could bathe. He had the courtesy to magic a blanket over the four of you. 

The room was silent except for your panting. 

“So.” Rhys began. 

“We’re doing that again right?” Feyre finished. 

“Yeah.” Azriel panted. 

“Fuck yeah.” You agreed. “I already have ideas.” 

Feyre snorted, “of course you do. Can’t wait for you to experience the wonders of Y/N’s perverted mind, babe.” She said and you heard her punch her husband's shoulder. 

Azriel chuckled, “The shadows fucking her with Truthteller was her idea.” 

“Fuck.” 

[st4rr-girrl]

Stranger

M.R

Summary; You thought Mattheo was different, but he’s just like everyone else.

Warnings; swearing, mentions of sex, nsfw, underage smoking & drinking, angst. Douchebag Mattheo.

Inspired by Stranger - By Jhene Aiko

I ain’t posted in hella long im sorry if u thought I was dead xox 🥰🥰😘💋💋💋

Pt 2

We at 700+ followers yall!! I love u guys 🥺🥺💋❤️❤️

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

You tried to ignore the familiar feeling you would get each time you were around Mattheo. The stinging that tickled your irises each time you started to view him in a new light, each time you saw everybody else in his features.

Why was this such a common occurrence during the span of your relationship? You and Mattheo never talked, and if you did- it was only in bed. It was exhausting and you couldn't deny that.

He was starting to look more and more like the people who had used you in the past. The ones who discarded your well-being for their own sick pleasure. You stared at him from across the Slytherin table, an inexplainable sadness etched onto your tired features.

Mattheo was the last person you expected to turn out like a copy and paste of your past experiences.

It wasn’t always like this. He used to be lovingly attentive, affectionate and gentle with you.

He noticed your gaze, his brow arching in silent question. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, forcing your eyes off of him. He shrugged dismissively, recentering his attention to the conversation he was in the midst of.

What hurt even more, was the fact that you had told him about the others. Every single one of them that he had promised you he wasn’t like. And you trusted him.

But he lied.

He didn’t care. He never did. And if that information wasn’t crystal clear, you didn’t know what was.

Daphne nudged your side, her brows furrowing in concern as she scanned your melancholic features. “You alright, lovely?” She asked gently.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice quieter and shakier than you had intended— blinking back the tears that threatened to escape your glossy eyes. “I’m okay.”

She gave you an unbelieving look, but decided against being pushy. “Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” She offered a soft smile, her brows furrowing.

“Sure,” you replied, a grateful tone to your voice as you nodded.

She went back to chatting with Pansy, and you found your regretfully longing gaze flickering back to Mattheo. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Because it did. It hurt so bad.

He wasn’t paying you any mind, blatantly unconcerned despite the sadness he found in your expression. He boasted about something or other to Theo and Blaise— both of the boys watching him verbally show off in amusement. Usually, you would have been fond of the sight. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot. Or— well, he was.

It was routine for you now. This wasn’t your first rodeo— you knew how this worked.

So, the same night— when he laid you down in your dorm room, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not that he cared, or anything.

And when he left, you lied in bed— your gaze locked onto the ceiling. You’d lazily thrown a t-shirt and underwear back on— Mattheo nowhere to be seen. He didn’t even have the decency to stay back and make sure you were okay, and help clean you up. Not like he used to, anyways.

The hickeys and bite marks littering your skin were a constant reminder of what once was. Shame engulfed your body, an all too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t control the tears beginning to spill from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks in a rapid manner. You broke down, your body wracking with sobs— burying your face into a pillow to muffle said sobs.

When your roommates walked in, Daphne and Pansy, they immediately saw your state— rushing to your sides and consoling you as you fell apart. They shared a worried glance, knowing exactly what— or in this case, who— caused this.

Over the next few days, you’d been avoiding him. Daphne and Pansy both covered for you, giving Mattheo bullshit and half assed excuses as to why you couldn’t see him.

But, it’s not like he was actively searching for you, anyways.

You thought you were indifferent to this by now. You wanted to be. But you actually trusted him this time, you loved him.

But as you stared at him from across the Potions classroom, watching as he flirted shamelessly with girls who hung onto his every word— you knew you’d never become accustomed to the hurt and pain that followed betrayal.

You knew you had to cut things off, and that’s exactly what you did. You couldn’t allow yourself to mope around aimlessly for any longer.

After class, you pulled him into an empty hallway and went off— cussing him out in an emotion fueled rant. He got what he wanted, and he no longer needed you. He made that very obvious.

He replied with a simple, “okay,” before turning and disappearing down the hallway. You watched as he left, the sound of your heart shattering echoing throughout your own ears.

———-

[theedivinemacadelic]

i feel sick to my stomach, yall make me nauseous man… why cant you just have respect and compassion and common decency? hayden made a whole post about how she doesnt like something twice. and yall showing her that you dont respect her. she said shes sick of the “mother mother mother” comments and purple hearts, and jokes. and what do yall do ? spam her with the things she doesnt like. im genuinely about to deadass cry cause im trying not to have a generational crashout and commit a whole nuclear war or plant a whole nuclear bomb in yalls houses and cars rn. i hate every single one of you disrespectful spawns of demons.

[metalheadsforblacklivesmatter]

Yall. Just say you hate intersex people already.

I make a post that's like "If you don't want to have sympathy for a small percentage of the human population, then I'll prove to you that it's not uncommon."

And like every other day I get "Intersex isn't that common because I don't consider these conditions to be intersex. So really with my new made up math it's only 0.015% of the population."

And just say "I hate intersex people." It's a hell of a lot easier than making shit up and gatekeeping intersex (which is really weird for people that aren't intersex to gatekeep intersex) to come up with an excuse to not care about them.

And the intersex community largely considers hormone variations to be intersex because people with hormone variation are often time victims of discrimination for androgynous body variations due to being intersex, and are magically pressured my doctors and society to take treatments that they don't need and have medical risks just so they can fit into the gender binary.

Jesus fuck you've no human decency.

-fae

[angelscovee]

such an odd thing to do man 😭 what happened to common decency?? who does that help messaging the team?? like seriously lmao the only thing that person will cause is the whole team being more private and less content that they wanted to know things they don’t have business knowing

exactly!! like obviously Q is not gonna tell a random fan on the internet paige and azzi's business

if i was Q i would've lied as well or better yet not even responded! cause that is such an odd thing to ask someone

like yall at the end of the day its none of our business what paige and azzi's relationship status is so pls stop doing odd shit and MESSAGING the team???!!!

[unifi3dtheory]

Why do people draw/make HCs of Offenderman???? Hes an actual r*pist yall………

His character does not need a “rework”, it needs to be forgotten.

I scroll through peoples creepypasta HCs on tumblr and they all have that fucking bastard on them. Like be so fucking fr right now.

If yall like him please seek help.

I am not one to police what people like or make content of, but an actual r*pist???? Be soooo real rn. Have some common decency and delete that shit.

I’ll go back to making content on our lord Zalgo soon

[wtfliaa]

Why can’t people just wait and have patience. I literally stated so many times my situations, but people just blatantly disregard what I literally said. Can you not read? Can you not see? Hello I’m literally going to lose my mind it’s not even funny and I’ve been nice. Such ungrateful very rude and I really want to cuss you out but I’ll just be quiet THIS IS MY FIRST GAME FIRST EVERYTHING! I TOOK MY DAMN TIME TO GIVE A MOODBOARD ON MY DEVICE MY IPHONE WHERE MY STORAGE IS FULL! And you have the audacity to rush me shame on u. U don’t know me or my situation so don’t play with me before I stop being nice and show u my true colors when my temper is provoked. Period I am STUDENT WHO STUDYS. I TAKE ALL HONOR CLASSES AP CLASSES I TAKE COLLEGE COURSES AS A HIGHSCHOOLER I DONT SIT ON MY ASS DOING NOTHING SO PLEASE BEFORE I ACTUALLY HURT UR FEELINGS CAUSE I WOULD, HAVE SOME COMMON DECENCY OR ILL HAVE U ALL UP IN UR FEELING DONT PLAY WITH ME. BECAUSE I AM NOT THE ONE. I’LL EAT UR ASS UP AND SPIT U OUT LIKE U DONT MEAN SHIT. SO BE MATURE AND NOT A BABY TF-

THIS IS WHY I DONT LIKE BEING ALL BUDDY BUDDY WITH PEOPLE CAUSE YALL MF THINK U CAN WALK ALL OVER ME! I WOULD LOVE TOO SEE U TRY :)

Sincerely, Lia

(Thanks to those who have been nice too me and patient ur a gift from the heavens 🤍)

[jewishbarbies]

I've seen so many Swifties saying "Why should Taylor thank Celine Dion? She didn't help with Midnights" and I just feel so child_left_behind_meme. jpg about it. It's literally basic decency to thank person, who hands you over an award, it actually feels crazy that it's needs to be said. Like who raised you? Oh right, I forgot, your "mother" Taylor. Makes sense now why yall have no manners 🙄

it’s literally just common practice to thank the presenter, idk why swifties are getting so upset in arms over this. like this is the hill you wanna bitch on? really?

[tanejineri]

*08/25/2024-08/31/2024

JOYOUS DAY!!!!!!!!

the asks are open, everything is AWESOME

THIS SHIT IS GOING TO BE INTERACTIVE AS HELL OKAY?! if you want to roleplay ROLEPLAY if you want to send multiple unique asks DO IT if you want to play a role PLAY A ROLE!! WE WILL LOVE YOU TO DEATH IF YOU CHOOSE TO PLAY A ROLE

i dont think i need to put any fucking rules on this thing, if yall make me have to im going to be very very mad. just use common sense and basic social decency

ACTUALLY let me give a more in-depth explanation of what this au actually is

Psi wtf is going on im genuinely confused

this is my furry mother 3 au. its always been focused on claus, cause i love expanding his environment. i started this au back in january 2021 and im telling you 16 year old me never wouldve thought it wouldve come to this. the au from 2021 is not the same as the au now. it used to be called claus, or so i believe (cosib) but now i just jokingly call it sams club

there are some minor changes here and there to the actual canon events but everything still follows relatively the same minus a thing or two. askblog time takes place about halfway through the timeskip. you get to spend one week with this guy

Ok ok but what makes your askblog cooler than others

absolutely nothing. except, maybe, i have a few plans in mind? if the audience is interested enough in the silly shit i have in mind

once again i might extend it*, and i give a forewarning that my work laptop is sort of risky to work with, so things may be a bit slower than you would like

ENJOY ASK AWAY I LOVE YOUUU MWAH MWAH

*this post was pre-made before the schedule change

the drawings from the vid are all are down here if u wanna see them individually :3

[1800nosleep]

STUDYING WITH THEM !!

all of my characters I write for + my ocs !!

pt two

warnings;; gn! reader, age of reader will depend on character, high school/ college student! reader, fluff, slight angst, cig smoking, underage drinking mention, maude isn't dating vin in this scenario, but they live together for rent purposes,

(a/n) since it's back-to-school season, I'm terrified for anyone and everyone in school, so have this as a soft reminder that school is coming or is already here !!

THE OUTSIDERS

Dallas;

nuh uh, do not ask him for help

he is so unhelpful, he is too similar to david (tlb) in the way that he will distract you and bother you

he is begging you to stop studying because he is bored

"please y/n, I'm so bored!" "please!"

anyways, if you can force him to help you, he will try to help you but he will fail successfully

just ask him to read you your study notes or your fact cards, and he will read them but in the most monotone ass voice possible

he'll stop helping you, just to invite johnny over to help you, that way dallas can go fuck around

what did I tell you, useless as fuck over here

honestly its a shocker if you actually learn anything from him because of his unwillingness to help you and his monotone as voice

"y/n this is so stupid, why are you studying" "dal, i have a huge test soon, stop complaining and help me."

constant begging and pleading for you to quit studying will leave his mouth so you've got two options

tell him to fuck off and leave or attempt to study with him around, your choice

since dallas isn't in school, he doesn't study, and he never studied while he was in school

in conclusion, do not go to him to help you study, you'd have a better time going to darry, pony or sodapop. he will distract and bother you the entire time.

Ponyboy;

he is a blessing, out of everyone in this part of my hcs

like he will make sure, that you will pass whatever class or exam you have

you and him can have study sessions where you help each other

so go down to the library with your books and notes and get down to business

"alright y/n, lets get this done and over with"

he is reading your notes and asking you questions, taking questions directly from the book and asking them, that way you can be prepared for anything

you'll do the same for him because, for one, it is common decency when studying with someone, and for two, why wouldn't you

he wants to make sure both you and him pass your classes and tests so he is determined to help you study

if you smoke, he'll invite you out for a smoke break, but even if you don't he'll still invite you because you deserve a break from studying

in conclusion, he is probably the most helpful when it comes to studying and learning.

love him frfr, i'd study with him, idk bout yall

Johnny;

LORD HELP ME, johnny is such a mixture of pony and dal

like he'll help you if you really need help, but he's definitely calling in someone for things like math, science, and anything that isn't social studies

social studies johnny <3

I think he's definitely an english and social studies type of learner

that doesn't mean he absolutely sucks at math and science but lets just say, he definitely needs to study for those classes

if you suck at math and science, yall are gonna need some assistance from pony

but if you're really good at math and suck at english and social studies, you'll get all the help you need from johnny

he loves reading and learning about history, so get your textbook and study notes cuz he's gonna make sure you pass those classes

unlike pony and dal, johnny is a believer of rewarding good things so he's giving you little kisses and hugs and once you finish all of your studying, he's defo gonna cuddle you and AHHHH

although similarly to pony, he's also having some small smoke breaks so either you can follow him out or stay and study a little bit more when he's gone

"y/n come here, we finished all of our work, time for cuddles"

if you don't give him cuddles, i swear to god

he's actually so sweet, he's bringing snacks and drinks to the study session, which most of the time takes place either at the curtis' house or in the lot

he asks darry to help him make desserts as rewards

don't even get me started, like AHHHHH

in conclusion, johnny is so sweet and he cares about you passing but he can't help with certain subjects and that's okay

(a/n) tbh, i suck at math and most science so...

Vincent;

don't. he has never successfully passed any classes or tests on the first try, not in a two bit type of way

but in a he never paid attention in high school way

anyways if you have a different type of major in college like art, art history, or something that doesn't require basic high school skills he might be able to help you

if you need help in like advance math, english, social studies or any science besides forensics, he's calling in maude or lydie

fortunately for you, forensic science is the only class vin enjoyed and paid attention to while he was in high school

vinnie is probably smoking a joint or bowl while you study, and don't worry, he'll offer you hits every so often or he'll half-ass shotgun it to you

but mostly he'll just allow you to sit on his lap so he can sort of help you, but i just wouldn't ask him for help unless you desperately need it

he wants to pass and succeed but he just cannot help you with it

in conclusion, you can ask him for help but you'll probably be better off not asking for it. at least you get to sit on his lap?

Verano;

again, don't

on one hand, verano did pass high school, does that mean he did it with all A's? no.

anyways, the only classes he did well in were art classes and electives like shop class and health

so, if you have a medical major or some creative major, he can sort of help you but otherwise... just don't bother

he's sweet though, hes sort of like dal where he acts all tough and mean out in public but once yall are alone, he's all over you, touching, kissing, cuddling I mean lord

esp when you're studying, he's not helping you in a way thats very helpful but he's defo rewarding you after you get all your work done

hypothetically I wont him so bad

anyways, he isn't all that caring about your education in the way that he is "not another brick in the wall" and he doesn't want you to end up like the thing he hates

there's definitely been some arguments about it but thats for a different time, but he wants to succeed and he just needs to get over himself

in conclusion, he isn't all that helpful but at least you get rewards after. just don't go to him for help, that's it.

THANK YOU FOR READING !!

likes and reblogs are appreciated

please do not repost or steal my work as that is plagiarism and a crime !!

[space-bee3s]

I’M WRITING A BOOK???

This House

By Tyler Bridges

What does it mean to be haunted? Can a home be haunted by a ghost who never had the common decency to die there? Or can this home- no, that's too familiar, too implicit of love.

Can this *house* be haunted by its own longing?

No one dies in this house. Plenty have lived in it. Though not for long. Divorced lovers who married too young, tenants of landlords who couldn't feed the pigs pockets, families who grew too old too soon, and moved to a sunny climate. Whatever the case, the house was never loved, owned or lived in.

I say this house wasn't a home, for to be a home it must be cared for. A means of not just shelter but connection. But for all the people who lived in it, stepped through its hallways and corridors, ate in it, slept in it, relieved themselves within it, not once has this house given people a “bond”.

This structure is a ruin in its own right. The legends and lore it once held, drifting away with the ghosts of joy, it never had the wherewithal to feel.

Within this house's anatomy, lay old possessions, holding the stories of past lovers and happy families, but nothing of substance to be considered enough to stand on the pedestal of sentimentality.

Old furniture, too old or heavy to be carried, dusty and scratched cups, so plain and basic as to be forgotten about even in the thrift store they were bought in, old vases, chipped and cracked right on the cusp of being unusable.

Just as the house has been long forgotten, the inanimate residence of its innards lay…just as unremembered in the cracks of their previous owners' minds, to be forgotten, just as the house has been.

The house stares out into its surroundings, not thinking of the other houses it cannot see.

It lacks the capability to wonder how the other houses don’t feel.

How the other houses don't feel loved.

How the other house’s don't feel cared for.

How the other houses are homes.

This house, if it could feel, would feel pain in knowing that it will likely never be a home. It would feel rejection at this fact, and in its heart, a lump would form. It would grow with such mass that the lump would prove too much for the houses old, old unheart. And that core, that proof of whatever monocom of love the house would have had, if any-

Would shatter.

The house creaks a long shuddering groan that to the paranoid ear would almost be considered a sigh.

This- complaint. A lonely depressing sigh echoes within itself and rings in the ears of no one in particular.

If this house were aware. If it could feel. It would feel guilt. The house would ask "am i enough. Do I drive others away" but the house isn't the problem. Afterall, how could it be?

The house is nothing more than a building. An old, rotting, lesion infected home. Decaying white walls that look more like the orange that comes from dust and dirt. Windows that stare out into its world through blurry, tired eyes. Or what would be eyes, if the house could see. And a porch of splintered wood. Banisters that are barely holding the jaws of the house open.

Though these aren't jaws. The house can't chew. It can't eat. But the house-

Is so hungry

AND IF YOU LIKED THAT LITTLE SNEAK PEAK !!!!!!

GET READY!!!!!!

BECAUSE WE (I) ARE SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE!!!

this is an entirely independent project i’ve been working on for a few months now! It’s mostly for fun but it’s gotten to the point where I’m sort of falling in love with it!

I hope this book comes out well and i hope yall enjoyed that little snippet!