#for my followers

[thatgayash]

quick reminder for my suicidal friends:

Here’s a list of reasons to keep living (not copy & pasted):

1: Listen to your favorite music

2: Spend time with whom you love most

3: Eat your favorite food

4: See the smile of a dog

5: Reliving childhood (or the one you didn’t have).

6: Eating ice cream

7: Messing around with your friends

8: Getting shit off your chest

9: Hug a plushie

10: Visit your friends

11: Watch your favorite movie/show

12: Visiting nature

13: Making a joke in your head and laughing at it

14: Making art

15: Celebrating Christmas

16: Playing your fav video game

17: Listening to someone’s yapping

18: Making someone smile

19: Crying happy tears

20: Having someone play with your hair

21: Harassing your siblings

22: Visiting long distance friends

23: Finally transitioning (for trans folk)

24: Finally loving yourself

25: Hearing a cat meow

26: Visiting another country

27: Accepting your past/trauma

28: Realizing-

that

you’re

ENOUGH

There’s people who’d care if you died. Trust me. There is. There’s so much good that you won’t experience if you were dead💗💗

Reblog so someone who may be feeling this way sees this

I love you all <3

[crystallilytarot]

I want to send love and luck to everybody. And I want it to be like if someone interact with this post, me and everybody send good vibes to that person, and that person also send good vibes to everybody else. You don't need to do anything else, just think about it for a moment while you like or reblog this post. And that way I hope we all have a good end of the year, and a very good new beginning in the new year.

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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[artist-issues]

Want to Analyze Together?

Listen to what the music does in this clip, and pay attention to what the Beast is saying about Belle. What can we get from that?

share with me in the reblogs! lightning round!

[i-give-u--art]

[silky-silks]

Oh my God. 120 followers!!

Had to whip up something (and I would have done more but im in college again and haha...that takes over everything!) But where am I? Oh right THANK YOU EVERYONE!!

I know its a small number but that means 120 people were interested and liked my work and art so guess what? It means everything and you all have helped me a lot!! You kept me encouraged and you all help me find my happiness in my art again. And look where I am now!

So here are all my oc's just celebrating or confused of all the confettie. And just to be random here is some random dialouge from them

Geneieve: "Why are we having a party again?"

Syrup:"To celebrate 120 followers of course!"

Shrimpy: "Followers? You mean people are stalking us???"

Syrup: No Shrimpy it means people who are "subscribed to us on Tumblr!!"

Simon: "But aint it the same as stalking a bit? Like they view us so....."

Syrup"...oh shoot you actually do got a point"

Silky: "I am very concerned for the amount of braincells you all have right now"

Zithur: "Eh I lost 50 of mine so i think we are all good here"

Geneieve: "How are you even alive at this point? Shan't you be dead????"

Zithur:"....magic?"

(poor Zithur)

Anyway now that the gang is all here I was originally going to mention all my followers and then i realized...holy shoot that 120 to type and find so here are a few of mostly stating the mutuals and down the line!!

Thank you..

@eve-pie @ericvelseb666 @sg-the-mag-by @blueberryflower23

@buenos-diaz @zoeyvelseb666 @sharkyy599 @f3l1c1afox @annelostshoe @dollpuppets @i-ate-your-dog-srry @eldiabo @enjoyerofspooks @ethandorianbatz @fluffyartist132 @thetiredcreature @nia1sworld @night-terrorzz @atomictoasty @thegrimpumkinpatch @theoryvixen @yet-happy @onewallywithmanyfaces

@chocolategothwolfhorse

@mentally-quiet-spycrab @mentally-spacey-spy @oddlyvoid

@not-so-creative-brazilian-girl @oli-draw @izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin

@littlesiren79 @usuariaanonimam @that-one-furry-sky @autismtheartist

@mk-tsr

@senpa10

GASP AND TO MANY MANY MORE!!! Sorry if i didn't get your name but I am grateful nonetheless!

ASK Box

Now i dont have much presents but I will say for my Ask you can ask my characters literally anything. I want to be more interactive and i do apolgize for how slow I am with my diddly darn ask box so forgive me but to open up more room for how my characters act you can ask them whatever you like.

Example

Hey Simon what do you think of the Mario games?

Stuff like that... see you guys later im going to go and eat a whole tub of icecream and drink orange juice BYE!!!!

[orienteddreamerrr]

Okay…I want to initiate a tag game so some of my moots and followers won’t be bored ever again! Lol…Here’s how it’ll go:

List 3 fun facts about you…THEN…list your favorite character but it has to be a character DURING the years of 2019-2022!

I’ll start!

3 fun facts:

I have a speech impediment…I can talk, I don’t stutter…I just sound really nasally and my words don’t come out crystal clear like others…

I love plushies and I have like a bunch of them…did I say a bunch? I meant a lot! Lol

I made the A/B Honor Roll like 4 or 5 times throughout my high school years!

My favorite character: Aloy!

Np tags: @memoriesoftanalorr @lady-phasma @foxherder, @americanhorrorstcry @lang-donemfer

@purpurniymstitel @camiemorgan8 @the-river-asked-me-for-a-kiss @april-bandu-embata @moddymoon @villainsidechick

Take your time!!!❤️❤️❤️

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

A quick PSA lmao I am currently living with/have recently been diagnosed with severe obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) and it is debilitating to the point where I am struggling to leave my house or work/live as normal atm. If I block anyone on here there is like a 98.8% chance it is not personal and is just bc you may have posted something that triggers my OCD/anxiety and I have to be super duper careful about my internet usage rn. AFAIK I don't have any personal beef with any of y'all on here so pls don't take it personally if you get blocked, I'm sure you're a lovely person but I've got to protect my mentally ill brain rn 🥺

[novistarplanet]

Daddy's Girl

ExDrugDealer!Connie x BlackReader

summary:

cw:

wc;

a/n; hope yall don't get offended by this only read this over once this is also for my fllwers 🩷 + requests are open

Growing up you were raised with a very religious background your furthest memory to date was your mom making you sing in the choir.

You didn't mind at all you actually liked going to church at times with your father being the pastor you were inspected to be modest all the time since you had a reputation to uphold.

Which means no growing up. No parties, No skimpy clothing, and most importantly No boyfriends.

You could never wrap your head around it.

"Y/N pull out your bible and pay attention maybe kids your age can learn something from it" Your Auntie Ruthie smacks your arm with her hand fan.

pulling out your pink bible turning the page to the scripture.

It felt like forever of your dad preaching about the same things but with different words.

Each time he finishes reciting the stories a string of "hallelujahs" and "amen" flooded the medium-sized church.

it was going just like every Sunday went it was just about time for offering when you noticed a man well boy with a collection of tattoos that marked his neck and entire two arms standing beside your father

"Brothers and sisters ill like to introduce a new family member of our church Brother Springer"

looking around you it's clear as day not everyone was with the idea of him joining.

His full name was Connie Springer or "Constance" as people called him in the streets. He was a big-known drug dealer in the area who was recently shot.

Who now found himself in your daddy's church ranting about him finding God.

Did you believe him? Hell No. But as a Christian, you have to see the good in people.... so who are you to judge?

“Now folks I want you to open him with open arms lets all bow our heads and say a prayer towards this young brotha!” on cue, everyone bowed their head as your father recites the words.

You could feel eyes watching you while each word was spoken. slowly opening your eyes up you see Connie smirking at you biting his lip

you couldn't help but stare he was oddly attractive your aunties warned you to stay away from thugs and deadbeats.

but something about him made your heart skipped.

closing your eyes again focusing on the prayer and blocking him out but it wasn't too long before negative thoughts filled your mind.

dirty ones.

you have been having dreams of someone buried deep between your plush dark toned thighs slopping all over your messy cunt while one of his hands is wrapped around your neck.

rising up from your two soft pillows your clear juices dripping from he’s barely visible stubble beard.

His hands soon found home around your jaw shaking it roughly

“open your fucking mouth bitch” the dark figure huffed out.

quickly opening your mouth obeying his command

he used the hand that was wrapped around your jaw lifting it up and shoving it back down.

“you know what to do stop actin dumb” he takes his other hand that was originally holding your thigh to slap you across the face till your pink little tongue came out.

“ m’imma reward you for being so good” he hurtles a gob of spit down your throat forcing you to swallow it.

“yea thats it you really want daddy’s dick huh? you fuckin dirty whore” he lets go of the placements of hands as now they found their way towards his pants.

unzipping them revealing dark blue boxers with a large bulge

slowly pulling the-

“Y/N! You better not be sleep!” your auntie hits your side again slightly shoving you.

by the time you opened your eyes, everyone was on their way out probably going to red lobster or olive garden.

“now this is my first and only daughter y/n” You look over to see your dad talking to Connie looking directly at you.

connie still had the look in his eyes he did before

“well look at gawd y/n come over here and say hi to our new member”

you walk over gripping at your coral-colored dress.

“Hola hermosa, ¿cómo estás?” he spoke his spanish fast and you couldn’t lie you found it attractive especially the way hes tongue moves

“huh?? sorry im not very fluent in spanish” heat flooded your cheeks quickly. maybe you should have paid attention in spanish.

“ahh it’s okay Cariño i was either at first” followed by that he opened hes mouth displaying hes pearlie white teeth shiny teeth and me you guess.

“well good news baby connie here is coming to bible study”

okay what does that have to do with you???

“and you’re gonna help him find the way of god”

WHAT??

Today was the day you and connie were having a one on prayer session. You didn’t even know the boys last name.

and here you are wearing a simple peach shade dress with white stockings underneath.

not to mention the black lace bra that cups your breasts perfectly

you walked in to see Connie already there reading over the bible

he was wearing a wife beater tattoos marked all over hes two arms depictions of guns,skulls and you even spotted prayer hands.

you quickly rush towards your seat right in front of him he slowly raises he's head up meeting you in the eye.

"how long have you been staring at me hermosa?"

you quickly bended your head down shying away from he's grazed as he chuckles.

"im just joking with your baby"

despite the lingering sexual tension in the air you continue preaching

"uh okay so in Matthew 4:1 it talks about temptation from the devil and"

as you continue with the verse you can feel hes eyes lingering across your stockings you couldn't help but to look towards hes peeking becip.

during the session Constance lip bites , winking and even hes hand traveling too far down your cleavage

" and we drink the grape juice to symbolize Jesus’s purity an-“

“your not pure are you”

your head whips up with quickness as the words left hes mouth”

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you we’re having a wet dream about me sunday”

he arises from hes chair and puts your right leg over hes shoulder

he pulled up your skirt exposing your white dolly panties with a small bow on top with a small patch of wetness on the soft cloth.

“the only name i respond to is daddy” his hands found comfort around your throat. testing the waters he squeezed tightly.

“ is that clear whore?”

“yes daddy” small tears begin to prick from the corner of your eyes.

everything happened so fast your skirt and panties fully removed with your left breast making an appearance out.

“ do i have permission?”

you noticed his pants were ready off leaving him in his boxers in the short time you came to terms with everything.

slowly nodding your head up and down in agreement

“words hermosa”

“yes daddy”

he , mischievously grins down at you pulling off in boxers in a swift motion revealing he's length in all its greatness

you never seen a dick face to face this was all new

the tip of he’s head lined up to your entrance making its way inside of you

you can feel your body being rigid with inch length goes in

“Dios mío why didn’t you tell me you were this fucking tight”

he started moving in and out of you at a slow pace. You can tell by the look on his face he was holding himself back

he made soft movements as he kept going in and out

the pain on its own was unbearable it was like someone stabbing your uterus over and over again it didn't make it no better that you can feel him knocking at the entrance of your Cervix.

after a while of bad after bad thumps pleasure develops in your tummy.

"ohhhhh my god"

your hands went down and gripped the base of the chair despite the loud sounds the chair constantly makes. he stops for a minute repositioning himself into a better angle and striking himself back in you. His movements came with practice and skill as he continuously flicker your G-spot. You breathes were uneven and lost in the noises that your pussy made.

you could tell he was close he's movements became more sloppier with each stroke.

"im cumming oh my fucking god im cumming"

he's fingers found their place on your clit going in a circular motion.

you too both groan loudly together while the waves of pleasure passed you as he spills himself inside you he speaks again with he's deep voice.

"same time next Wednesday?"

[winterthebeau]

hi everyone :3 so as you may now notice i changed my url, its because ive started questioning my gender and i believe i may be some flavor of transfem :3 nothing definite yet tho. i would definitely appreciate fem/andro terms being used for me tho <3

[thatgayash]

it’s always “all sa victims are valid”

until:

-The victim is male

-The assaulter is female

-The victim responded to the trauma with hypersexuality

-The victim was SA’d by someone younger than them

-The SA’r is a loved or popular person

-The victim was assaulted at a club or somewhere that they should’ve “expected something to happen at”

-They weren't able to say no

-The victim’s a “problematic” person (no one deserves SA)

-The victim was wearing “revealing” clothing

or they were assaulted by the same gender

yall

sa

has

NO

exceptions

we shouldn’t be blaming the victims

but instead asking the assaulter

“what the FUCK were you thinking?!”

I don’t care what you were wearing, you could even be in a god damn bunny costume, you still didn’t give them consent and they did it anyways, it’s not you to blame, it’s them💗💗

(This was supposed to be posted way earlier but tumblr saved it as a draft instead)

[crystallilytarot]

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Some luck to everybody! 🫶💕

[artist-issues]

I’m going to talk about something potentially suicide-related, so watch out.

Music can’t save you.

I keep seeing that all over the place—seriously, all over the place, not just from actual musicians— and I feel like someone needed to say it.

All you’re really claiming when you say “music saved me” is:

Music has a powerful effect.

During a time in my life where I felt like giving up, that powerful effect changed what I was feeling so that I did not give up.

Okay those two things are true, but let’s take a step back for a second.

If you’re lost in the woods and considering giving up, sitting down, and letting yourself starve or be eaten by wild animals, a bird could have the same impact. You might look up, see a colorful shape flying through the trees, and decide to follow it. Now you’re moving. Now you’re doing something, instead of giving up—regardless of whether or not you can keep up with the bird, regardless of where it’s leading you. So sure, that is a good thing. But it’s only temporary, a bandaid solution to your problem. Even if it leads you to water, or shelter, you’re not “saved.”

You’re not “saved” until you’re no longer lost, no longer in the woods. You have to get back to your home. You have to get back to a place where you know where you are in the world, and how to get what you need, and everything makes sense again.

It is the same way with music. Or any art.

Art can remind you of what’s good, and beautiful, and yes, true. But it is not the art that saves you. It is the truth that does the saving. The art just had a hand in reminding you of it. So it would be way more accurate to say “music helped me.” But you still have to deal with whatever it was that got you to the place where you felt like giving up. And part of that is making sure that you know what the song is saying has truth in it, and that truth actually applies to the problem you’re having, because you can lean on truth, and it’s what made the music worth anything in the first place. Otherwise, the music is just a distraction, and distractions end.

In that sense, it’s more like a tiger is stalking you through those woods. You can get away from it briefly, especially if something beautiful or good or true distracts you from the thought of laying down and letting it take you. But eventually you have to kill the tiger, or get out of the woods where it lives.

Truthfully—truthfully—a song can get you out of, or into, a state of mind and emotions. But those emotions have a source. And if you don’t get rid of the source, or neutralize the source, your songs are only going to be bloody bandages on a wound. Worse, the songs might make you start to love the sight of bloody bandages, when what you really need is disinfectant and actual healing.

I do know this from experience. I’m just saying, think about it.

[izanallu]

So since I have like no pattern to what I post I wanna know

To the people who actively follow my account,

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

Hi. I just checked my follower count. Why is there 918 of you 🙂