#f 5000

[frenchcurious]

Guy Edwards (Lola T332 Chevrolet) F 5000 - Mallory Park 1975. © LAT / Motorsport. - source Carros e Pilotos.

[ryuzakemo128]

Eddie Munson x Italian Classical Musician/ Artist Female Reader Headcanons

Content Warnings: Cursing/ swearing, implied sexual content, alcohol, and drug use, traumatic events, emotional distress, and violence.

Masterlist

Credit 4 Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Eddie finds your Italian accent incredibly charming and often asks you to repeat words or phrases just to hear it. Even during sex, you have the habit of using it in his ear,

You started learning the Cello first when you were 4 years old, because your grandfather was a world-renowned cellist, and you wanted to follow in his footsteps.

Your art style is heavily influenced by the Renaissance period, and you often use dark, moody colours that make your work eerie yet beautiful.

You have a secret stash of your favourite Italian wine and snacks, like butterscotch pudding, in your basement that you share with only a few close friends.

You paint, sculpt, sketch and create cosmic, body, surreal and contemporary horror. Most of the time it is either one of them or all of them at once, creating images so grotesque and mesmerising. It looked like it moved the longer someone stared at them. Detailed enough to capture and hold the attention of those who weren’t the intended target audience for her art.

Eddie had the habit of pulling you further into the centre of the bed if you got too far away. He liked having you as close as possible, often with an arm or a leg thrown over you. Sometimes you would roll over and spoon him from behind. Your arms up his black shirt. Eddie in turn would jolt awake because of your cold hands sometimes. He would then wrap his arms around you and pull you closer. Whispering, "You're so cold," with a sleepy smile.

You were determined in keeping your king-sized waterbed because it helped you fall asleep quicker than any mattress with springs ever could. Eddie found out about it when he got into bed first at your place one evening. He didn’t think much of it, assuming that you were much like everyone else, had the same type. The one with springs inside of it.

When he did find out, he said, "How the hell did you get a waterbed up here?" It had become their little secret.

“Down here. Not up here.” You reminded him your bedroom was in the basement in your house. Not in a typical bedroom like his was.

Eddie replied, "Well, I guess that explains the echo."

"Eddie, you complained about it the first time, remember?" you asked him, getting the spare pillow out from your cupboard upstairs.

Eddie's eyes widened as he took in the grandeur of your basement art studio. The walls were adorned with your hauntingly beautiful paintings, their vibrant colours clashing with the shadowy lighting. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with a hint of trepidation as he gazed upon the sculptures that seemed to watch him with lifeless eyes. The cobwebs in the corner danced in the flickering candlelight, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

You were in the shower getting ready, as Eddie, still in his pyjamas, ventured downstairs into your basement art studio, curiosity getting the better of him. He heard the faint sound of classical Italian music playing from a radio in the corner, the melody weaving through the air like a ghostly serenade. The scent of paint and turpentine filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the usual scent of his own room—stale pot and heavy metal. He took a tentative step closer to the waterbed, his eyes widening as he realised it was indeed a king-sized waterbed. The gentle sloshing of the water beneath the mattress made him chuckle to himself, wondering how you managed to keep this a secret from everyone else.

The curtains, which were three black lace curtains sewn together to cover the basement windows. Fairy lights strung along the top of the curtains, creating a soft glow around the room.

The walls were painted an ultraviolet purple that made the green in your art pop out. The concrete floor covered in faux fur rugs in deep shades of black.

The walls were also covered on your vivid horror creations done by either charcoal, water coloured pencils, or acrylics, all framing your monstrous yet oddly fascinating creations. Each piece told a story of its own, a silent scream echoing from the canvas that seemed to resonate with Eddie's own inner turmoil. He felt a strange kinship with your art, as if it understood the chaos in his mind better than he did himself.

The sculptures, made from clay, stone, and sometimes metal, stood sentinel around the room, each one a twisted representation of a creature from a nightmare. Despite the macabre scene, there was a serene quality to the space, a sanctuary where you poured your soul into your craft.

The emerald green velvet couch across from your bookshelf was his first stop, collapsing onto it with a sigh as he looked around the room. His eyes fell on the shelf of your favourite Italian wine bottles, the labels yellowed with age, and the smell of your secret stash of butterscotch pudding wafted through the air. It was a comforting scent, one that reminded him of your late-night art sessions and the sweet treats you'd share with him as he played guitar to drown out the sound of the waterbed's waves.

The rest of your things were upstairs. Ever since your parents moved away when you turned 21. You had the entire house to yourself. Something you told Eddie about at the time. You liked the idea of your bedroom being your sanctuary. A place where you felt most alive. Most creative. It was also the place where Eddie took your virginity.

[robinyourcreator]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aqua | Azura/My Unit | Kamui | Corrin Characters: Aqua | Azura, My Unit | Kamui | Corrin Additional Tags: Time Loop, Nohr | Conquest Route, Angst Summary:

From the beginning, Azura had always known she was going to die. And she had offered this of herself freely, happy to die for the sake of the people she loved and the better world they hoped to create. So why is it, that when she died in the wreckage of a throne room in Nohr, that she still lives? Why is she back at the beginning again, when she was content to die with her choices?

And why is Corrin making different choices this time around?

OR: After dying at the end of Birthright, Azura wakes up at the beginning of Conquest with her memories intact.

Hello, everyone! I’m Suffering. Come join me.

[cowboy-robooty]

im a believer in the HRE = germany theory but also do not think it impacts gerita At All. like tbh they kinda dont care. italy tells people about holy rome but hes like yeah like it got weird at the end tho cuz we kissed and germanys like wtf werent u guys like 5 years old and italys like YEAH LIKE I DONT KNOW WHY I DID THAT OKAY ITS KINDA FUCKED UP. germany and italy both know the story and see it as like a fucked up childhood story you tell your friends like "when i was 7 i told my siblings that we had another sibling before i was born but theyre gone because i killed them" kinda shit. italys is "i had a boycrush when i was like 3 but then we kissed on the mouth when he went to fight in war and he Died." both germany and italy are like lol das crazy haha and then when they find out germany = HRE its like **VINEBOOM** 🗿🗿🗿🗿💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿💥💥💥🗿🗿 **looks at eachother** 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 and germany wishes he was dead while italy goes well uhmm!!! at least it means youre my-a first kiss amiright! you were rizzing it up at 2 years old!!!! and that does Not Make Him Feel Better

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

I personally am still sad that every chapter that deals w Indian servants always ends up being about half as good as it could be if it could just escape from the need to be locked into doing the most basic thing

[keeps-ache]

gonna keep it shmoovin man

[artfromthefuture]

Helsinki (Finland). May 2015. Kirsi Kaulanen's sculpture "Gaia" in the Musiikkitalo (music centre). by Werner Wittersheim

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group F Round 2

[image ID: the first image is of Gaap Goemon. his silver hair covers his entire face. he's wearing a long, blue coat with white trim, a belt around his waist, and white gloves. he's holding a sword. the second image is of The God of Hunting, a character with a mask-like face. there is a smiling mouth with teeth, glowing blue slits as eyes, and a glowing blue oval coming down from the forehead, and dipping between the eyes. he's wears a short sleeved top with a hood, and a long sleeved undershirt. a glowing blue miasma surrounds his body and hand. end ID]

Gaap Goemon

a good boy who wants to make 100 allies. dope swordsman. has a silly little guy of his very own. and also sweet magic wind blades. [additional propaganda 1] [additional propaganda 2]

The God of Hunting

The main character Revandia is looking for a meal when he falls into a cave containing a number of bones, hunting scenes on the walls and an arrow spring trap that nearly gets him. A shadowy figure emerges from the gloom..... and reveals himself as the god of hunting, who is delighted to have company after all this time. He taught mankind how to hunt and was revered, but once humanity had mastered the skill they had no more need for him and forgot him. He can only leave the cave while teaching someone how to hunt and so Revandia becomes his newest student (and the biggest teaching challenge of his life. this dragon is useless).

[disneyprincette]

i understand untagged posts containing the names of things showing up in searches specifically but its really annoying getting untagged posts about my tracked tags suggested to me bc they’re like inevitably the WORST hot takes

[aromantic-eight]

Fun fact when you have a Fuckton of Specialist buff relics in IS3, Projekt Red can basically solo boss Skadi.

[lyssified]

im fuckinf freezing my tits off jesus crapballs

[stag-bi]

ppl are always like ”fujoshis will literally ship any random white men who barely talked in the source material 🙄” but clearly yall arent following f/f shippers cause every single time a new show comes out with two attractive older women sharing eye contact for 1.5 sec, my social media is flooded w the sapphics going APESHIT

[suswous]

I don’t feel confident about it at all, but I definitely have written A Paper

[mbrine]

I have hacked the mainframe (Inspect Element) (UPDATED FOR HALLOWEEN BOOP WAR)

MAX - 1000

LOL - 1500

OMG - 2000

WOW - 4000

*-* - 5000

WHY - 6000

PLZ - 7000

AAA - 7500

;_; - 8000

0_0 - 8500

T_T - 9000

MAX - ~9200? (Hard to tell, I've overshot this twice already)

BOO - 9500

TUM - 10000 given

BLR - 10000 received

How to Super Boop

On desktop, hover your mouse over the Boop button for around 5 seconds, and it will do 2 spins.

Once the button is done spinning, click on it and you can send a Super Boop!

EVIL BOOPS can be accessed by allowing the animation to play 3 times before clicking

One way to get Super Boops on mobile is using a web browser to access tumblr. Use "Desktop Site"/"Desktop Mode", then click and hold the button to send the boop. That'll convert it to a Super Boop button. It seems pretty inconsistent though.

For all clicking enthusiasts, do click this too, trust me, it's just as satisfying

Omg thanks everyone for the boops, I've been butterfly clicking the boop button for so many different people for the past 6 hours and I'm exhausted

I'm pretty sure this is also my most engaged post on any platform I've ever used, thanks for all the RBs and likes <3 <3 <3

If anyone's crazy enough to try reaching 10k without an autoclicker, here's what I did

Ok, one more tutorial for the boops before I go to bed for real.

How do I check my exact given and received boop count?

NOTE: You'll need to refresh the page to update the counters, unless there's another method to check the live count

Chrome

Go to your dash ("home" tab).

Press f12, or right click and select "Inspect Element"

In the window that pops up, click on "Sources" then "dashboard" under "www.tumblr.com" (Pic below for reference)

In the window showing the code, press Ctrl+F and type in either "givenCount" or "receivedCount".

Ta da! (Pic below for reference)

Firefox

Go to your dash ("home" tab).

Press f12, or right click and select "Inspect Element (Q)"

In the window that pops up, click on "Debugger", then "Sources" and "dashboard" under "www.tumblr.com" (Pic below for reference)

In the window showing the code, press Ctrl+F and type in either "givenCount" or "receivedCount".

Enjoy formatting (Pic below for reference)

Gonna take a break from Tumblr for now, my fingers are in shambles and I'm pretty sure I can hear the mouse clicks echoing around inside my skull. Thanks to everyone for making this random Singaporean guy's day, mbrine signing out! ❤

Here's a link to A vetted Palestinian family fundraiser masterpost by @/el-shab-hussein and A masterpost on how you can help Palestine

Happy April Fool's Day!

October 31st changelog:

Removed "bait links", now the link actually says where it directs to

Updated some info regarding tiers

[keeps-ache]

disembodied haaands ~+~♥~+~♥~+~♥~+~

[baddestomens]

hedy!!! this is so beautiful and well written! 🥲🥲 also hello goose 🥹

the great escape - noah sebastian x f!reader

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader Warning: Swearing, oral sex (f receiving) Word Count: 1.5k Note: Based on two anon messages from last week's soft boy hours. Masterlist

Convincing Noah to take time off had been hard, but convincing him to actually go away for a while had been even harder. But you’re here now. Two hours away from home in a little town nestled into the mountains. You had sprung the idea on him not long after the band had announced the cancellations in Europe, just to get your boy away from all the chaos at home. A day later you’d packed him, your bags and the dog into your car and set off to a somewhat undisclosed location. You had told him that you wouldn’t be far from home, but your exact destination would remain a secret until you got there. Noah hadn’t been too excited about having to leave his laptop at home, but eventually he’d stopped pouting and instead turned to gazing out of the window at the constantly changing landscape. 

The cabin you had found was located a little ways away from the main part of the town. It was settled between large trees and a whole load of nothing. You’d be undisturbed for the most part. 

Even though you’ve only been here for two days, you’re sure that you could stay here forever. Your normally so structured and planned boyfriend is sleeping in late, rising only when he actually wants to, not when his schedule says he has to. And you’re glad that your plan has worked out. 

You can’t tell what time it is. The sun is already up, but nothing in your body tells you that it’s time to get up yet. Next to you, Noah is still dozing — somewhere between awake and asleep. He looks so peaceful, resting without having to worry about all of the things that needed to be done. 

Eventually, you feel his wandering hands drifting across the side of your body. He’s always touchy, but even more so in recent weeks. You’re lying on your side, mirroring his position. 

“How’d you sleep?” You ask softly. 

In return, you get a stifled yawn. He stretches through it, before he gives a content nod. 

“Haven’t slept this good in ages.”

“I told you needed some time away.” You tut.

Noah lets out a little huffed laugh, “I know. And I’m very thankful that you made me come out here.”

His fingers drift across your cheek, before they gently thread into your hair to pull you in for a kiss. 

“Don’t know what I can do to express just how thankful I am.” He whispers against your lips.

“I’m sure you’ll find something.”

He picks up on your playful tone so effortlessly. 

“I see how it is.” He shakes his head with false hurt, “You only want one thing, huh?”

Noah sits up. His hair is still tousled from sleep, sticking to his forehead in places, and you’re sure that he’s never looked better. This is for you only, no one else gets to see him like this. 

“Lie on your back for me, love?”

You know where this’ll go, and maybe you’re a bit too enthusiastic when you flip over. 

He’s between your thighs in no time. His hands drift up your thighs towards your hips. 

“My gorgeous girl.” he sighs, gazing down at your spread out body before him, “Gonna show you just how thankful I am for you.” 

The shirt you had borrowed last night had already ridden up your body, exposing your lower half almost entirely. Noah pushes it up the rest of the way, giving him access to your tummy. 

You move to take it off entirely, but he’s quick to shake his head. 

“Leave it. Love seeing you in my clothes.” He leans down to press a kiss to your sternum. 

He makes a slow descent down your body. You’re hyper focused on the brush of his lips against your skin. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, urging him towards where you really want him. Not that this slow worship of your form isn’t good. The reverence in every gentle kiss is evident, but it also makes you burn with need for him. 

You swear that you hear him moan when his tongue first makes contact with your folds. Knowing that he gets as much out of this as you do, fills your head with even more fuzz. 

The soft sounds — that are even more muffled now that he’s buried himself against you like this — that fall from him spur you on, but you know that you’ll be in for a long ride. 

Noah is as diligent with this as he is with everything else he does, always dedicated to doing the very best he can. His hands rest against your waist, and you can’t stop yourself from entangling one of your hands with his. You give his hands a squeeze, prompting him to look up at you for a moment. The wide-eyed look on his face sends a shiver down your spine. 

He detaches himself from you just for a brief moment, and even then his lips quickly find the inside of your thigh. You find yourself mirroring the smile on his face. The space around you seems to narrow down until it’s just the two of you. His teeth graze against your skin, and you wince when he gives a more serious bite. Noah lets out a faint chuckle, before he dives back between your thighs. 

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue and fingers on your body. The slow push and pull of pleasure drags you along like the tides of the ocean. 

It’s not long until you feel yourself falling apart for the first time. But you know that it won’t be the last time. Noah will stay here for as long as you let him. With the way he devotes himself to your pleasure, you’d think that he was praying to some long lost deity. He pulls one climax after the other from you. Your whole body shakes with it, trembling with every slow drag of his fingers inside of you. It’s torture in the best way imaginable. You’ve long lost control of the sounds that fall from your lips. In this complete surrender to his attention, you feel as connected to him as you have never felt before. 

Noah retains a tight grip on your hand as he lets you ride out your climax against his face. It’s then that the feeling suddenly becomes too much. You give a rough tug to his hair. At first, he makes no indication of wanting to move away, only when you pull again does he shift back. 

His lips and chin shine with your release, and you catch a glimpse of his tongue drifting across his bottom lip to get another taste. 

“Why’d you —”

“I love you, but it’s — it’s enough. It’s —” 

The pout on his face is quickly replaced by worry. He breaks into a self-satisfied smile when he realises that everything is fine. You toss the shirt he’d discarded when you’d crawled into bed last night towards him. Contrary to what you had expected him to do, he wipes the lower portion of his face with the fabric, before flopping down next to you. 

You fit yourself against him, content to enjoy a few more quiet moments. Surely, you’ve made enough noise to wake Goose up from her slumber. It won’t be long until she’ll come trotting up the stairs to demand her share of attention. 

She lasts another five minutes before you hear the tell-tale yawn. And sure enough, you’re soon greeted by a cold snout pressing against your leg. Your not so little any more rescue worms her way between the both of you, ultimately bringing your alone time to an end. But it’s fine, this is where you feel at home, where you feel safest. This is just for you.

You rest comfortably here for a good while longer, making idle conversation. You try your best to divide your attention between the two of them, knowing that they both have a tendency to get a little pouty when they feel neglected. 

Your conversation moves around your plans for the week, what you’ll have for dinner, perfectly normal and mundane things. For a moment, it feels as if this is all there is to the world. 

Just the three of you, comfortable in this little place, and you wonder if there’s a way you can stay here forever.

By the time your stay nears its end, you find yourself more and more reluctant to go back home. And you can tell that Noah feels similarly here. This is not a viable option, you’re both aware of it. You have duties and responsibilities back in the city. 

You’ve quickly settled into a routine of enjoying the last few rays of sun on the little porch in front of the cabin, and today is no different. You find yourself curled against him, your back to his chest, as you reevaluate the last few days. 

Noah’s the one who words the question first, but you can’t deny that your thought about it too. 

“Do you think we can convince her to sell it?” 

It’s a ludicrous plan. But then again, most of the things you do don’t really follow the expected path.

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