#god if this ain't me

[valc0]

Rogue is Jack

Rogue is the Master

Rogue is a pre-Hartnell doctor

[r-truth]

[ministarfruit]

day 28: made you smile ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[gingerswagfreckles]

One of the most insane things is when gentiles say with their whole chest shit like "real Jews don't support Israel" and its like. Um. Just like in every community there are opinions on this that range from literally genocidal to dedicated peace activism but the one thing we can all agree on is that you, as a random gentile online, do not under any circumstances get to define who a "real Jew" is. Oh my god.

[spark-river]

Lucifer: *drunk* Father I'm scared, please pick me up!

Simeon: ...Father abandoned you long ago-

[vaggieslefteye]

CHARLIE MAGNE from HAZBIN HOTEL (2019): Pilot - "That's Entertainment" ↳ "So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?"

[thepartyponies]

Understandable idea, but God made an exception.

Made this on my phone in 5 minutes don’t criticize the quality

[yeuxdevache]

She tuned out 30 minutes ago. No thought head empty.

[jaspimirandera]

Ladies and gentlemen, them.

[m-kyunie]

marching forward through the Gates of Hell

[feroluce]

For reasons to be expanded upon at a later date (because I love the little bits about Boothill and possible paranoia/betrayal canon gives us so very dearly HNGH) I think Boothill like... He won't let himself fall into disrepair or anything of course, but he reeeeeeeeeeally does not like letting other people poke around at his body. It's a necessary evil to him. He does whatever maintenance and repairs he can himself. He started out with a massive knowledge deficit, simply because he didn't really have any exposure to that kind of technology until he left Aeragan-Epharshal, but he's taught himself a lot since then, he worked really hard at it!

Anyway, the point being, Boothill generally isn't super trusting of people.

But I think he would come to make an exception for Himeko, since he trusts Dan Heng a lot, and Himeko is one of Dan Heng's once-in-a-lifetime dearly beloved companions.

Himeko is so unflappable, I don't think she would even bat an eye about anything he throws at her, either. Like she enters the Parlor Car one morning (she's always the first one up) and Boothill is already there, waiting for her.

"Mornin', Madam Navigator."

"Good morning, Mr. Boothill."

And despite the fact that he blatantly broke into the Express (Pom-Pom is NOT happy about this JDKSAJDSKL), Boothill tips his hat, greets her politely, and is nothing but respectful when he says he has a favor to ask of her. Except it won't stay a favor long, of course- he has every intention of paying it back.

Himeko never agrees to things blindly, but she does bring up that all the knowledge Boothill contributed during the Charmony Festival was essential to preventing the universe from being pulled into Ena's Dream. And they were able to hold onto the Jade Abacus because Boothill used Tiernan's burial relic to summon the Galaxy Rangers instead. The Astral Express owes him a debt of gratitude, and besides, he's a friend of Dan Heng's. Of course she'll try to help him.

Boothill fidgets a bit, quickly brushes off the thanks, and tells Himeko he's having a problem with error codes. He keeps getting the same one, seemingly at random times, but the darn thing has no obvious cause. Dan Heng mentioned Himeko had been the one to rebuild the Astral Express. He knows it ain't the same, but it's not like he's askin' for any major repairs or nothin'. He was wonderin' if she could just take a look, maybe offer him some insight, since she seems to be somethin' of a mechanical wonder.

So Himeko walks him back to a another car, where she goes to tinker with machines without them crowding her bedroom. It's all neatly laid out and organized, and it only takes a second for Himeko to locate some specific device with a long cord. Instead of plugging it in herself, she holds the end of it out to him, like an offer rather than a demand, and Boothill visibly relaxes a bit. He still eyes it just a little warily for a second, but he accepts and plugs it into the port on his side.

Himeko pulls up the list of all recent errors, and they really are all the same. Boothill has had multiple temperature alarms over the past couple of weeks since the Charmony Festival, and they know it's not the environment, because Penacony is mostly dreamscape and kept mild year-round. The long-forgotten natural deserts are too far away.

Boothill is staring from the corner of his one good eye, so Himeko turns the hologram to let him see what she's doing easier. They don't appear to be false alarms. His internal temperature spikes and then slowly lowers again, high enough that if it lasted it would eventually cause damage.

One option is for her to start rooting through personal data, figuring out what he was doing at the time of each code, and tracing cause and correlation.

Instead, Himeko reads out the timestamps, and asks Boothill if he minds sharing what was happening around him when it occured.

Two weeks ago: He and Dan Heng went to explore Dreamflux Reef and found a bar- nice place, good atmosphere. Woman runnin’ it was a doll. Boothill left fer not even two minutes to get them drinks (Dan Heng knows like nothin’ about liquor, Madam Navigator, can you believe this guy) and when he came back, someone had already stolen his seat and was hittin’ on Dan Heng! Dan Heng didn't even care, just shooed ‘em off. Boothill laughed and said not to let him get in his way if he wanted to meet someone. Dan Heng looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Why would he want to leave with someone else, when he came here to be with Boothill?

Twelve days ago: While laying low- er, just rustlin’ up some grub- in the Moment of Blue, Boothill passed Dan Heng with March and Caelus playin’ on the beach, buildin’ sandcastles and the like. When he passed by again almost two hours later, they were still out there, with Dan Heng pullin’ March through the water on her inner tube and Caelus hangin’ off the back of it. He swam so fast! You'd think he was part water snake or somethin’. He looked happier ‘n a cat in a sunbeam… He has a nice smile, doesn't he?

Eleven days ago: Boothill was killin’ time in Dreamflux Reef when he turned the corner down a shady alley and saw Dan Heng, surrounded by three men demandin’ “protection money.” None of ‘em stood a chance, they were all on the ground before Boothill even blinked! So cool! Boothill wants to see that spear of his closeup- Anyway, Dan Heng stepped on one of ‘em on his way out, hahaha! Boothill stepped on the same guy a second time as he hurried to catch up.

Eight days ago: Here on the Express, actually. Boothill had mentioned bein’ curious about the archives, and Dan Heng personally invited him.

(“I remember that day, I saw you in the hall.” “Was there any problem with the heating that day?” “No, none. I don't think the temperature has anything to do with these error codes. I have a different theory, keep going.” “If ya say so.”)

Boothill was fascinated by an entry on aeons, and from a single question he asked about Lan, the two of ‘em ended up talkin’ fer hours. About aeons and Paths and Emanators, Acheron and Self-Annihilators, the Sea of Nihility, Tiernan, the Nameless and the Galaxy Rangers, their burial relics and their customs. Dan Heng finally just started writin’ and editin’ the entries in real time, with Boothill pointin’ things out and tellin’ him what to add in. They were at it so late that Boothill ended up sleepin' on a couch in one of the cars.

He'd figured there had to be something to make Dan Heng chatty- he'd caught just a glimpse of it that first night they met, sittin’ at the bar in the Reverie together. He'll have to ask about the archives more often, if it gets him all revved up like that.

One week ago: After that night of energetic discussion, Dan Heng was apparently hyped up, because after he'd downed some of Himeko's coffee (“You had some too, right? What did you think of it?” “It was great, even better'n chewin’ bullets!” "Thank you! That was my newest brew, I can't wait for everyone else to try it.") he actually asked Boothill to go hunting with him. Boothill asked who their target was, and was surprised when Dan Heng pulled out photos that looked like they were from March's camera, of all things, instead of a bounty or wanted poster.

And as he sat there, studying these pictures, Dan Heng explained that he wanted to hunt down these specific memory zone memes to record them into the archives. Planets with so much memoria are a rarity, especially with the Stellaron's activity thrown into the mix, which has surely affected the local “wildlife.” He might not get another opportunity like this for a long time. And Boothill had talked last night about his extensive expertise in tracking and hunting, so he should have plenty to offer here, Dan Heng would like to learn from his experience and see how he does things!

And oh, Madam Navigator, by the time Dan Heng was done speakin', his eyes were practically sparklin'! Just lit up like the sun! Boothill could scarcely believe it! The two of them couldn't even wait another day, they set out that very morning. It had been a long, long while since Boothill had tracked someone- er, somethin’- without the intent to capture or kill. It was…actually really nice. Nostalgic, but in a good way. It might even have been his favorite day on Penacony…so…far…

Boothill trails off as a couple of realizations crash into him. All the temperature alarms he's spoken about thus far- they've all happened in the company of Dan Heng. And now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure even the ones he hasn't yet talked about were with him, too. Dan Heng has been responsible for all of his error codes, every. single. one.

The screen in front of Himeko suddenly refreshes to the top of the list, displaying a new notification for the current time. Alert! Core temperature above normal range.

Himeko's knowing smile is sly as a snake.

Wwwwwelp, would ya look at the time, Boothill has some errands to meet, people to run, y’know how it is, he should really get goin'-

“Oh, Mr. Boothill? About that favor.” And Boothill jolts to a stop in the doorway because fudge, he can't just leave without hearing her out. He'd given his word. He has no problem running out on someone he thinks deserves it, but Himeko really had been kind to him to try and help him out. Her voice is just as knowing as her smile, Boothill can't turn around to look at her, or else he knows he won't be able to disguise the sound of his cooling fans kicking on.

“Don't make Dan Heng wait too long, ok~?”

“Y-Yes, ma'am.”

[sadaveniren]

Why none of this matters

Sada's Yearly Post Christmas BG round up I guess?

A study of 2015 (since we've lost a lot of resources since BG started)

Shit from 2015 with Evidence

1. She got a nose job while pregnant

Left: the “night” of the conception*. Right: her at the London 1D show in September, “pregnant”

*Louis didn't go home with Briana she instead spent the night with Calvin, Ashley and Oli (the two were dating) and there’s a pillow fight video of the four of them while Louis "slept upstairs" that @luckyagain found 🤗🤗

2. The Disappearing Christmas bump

Left: Briana on Christmas 2015 (8 months) Right: Lottie in July 2022.

3. The only bare bump pic we got of her… with her 2016 face

4. She didn't even use her own pictures to post her baby belly

Left: Picture of "her" pregnant belly with no mole. Right picture of her stomach post pregnancy with a mole (also, this is just me but while you may be able to convince me there is a belly button piercing with no jewelry on the pregnant belly, as someone who had a belly button piercing AND a pregnancy that's.... the right picture is not what that looked like post pregnancy)

Shit I can't find evidence for* but I saw with my own fucking eyes

1. The fucking changing timeline of her pregnancy in the early dats (10 weeks to 12 weeks pregnant after we bitched about it being too early)

2. Is it a girl? Is it a boy? The Clarks sure don’t know and also Briana did have a baby show- wait no she didn't have baby shower. No baby shower for Briana.

*probably because i didn't bother to reblog it at the time because 2015 was fucking wild and I honestly didn't think I'd need to - you know - archive EVERYTHING. And the few people who did have since deleted/were deleted by tumblr 🙃

Shit that isn't "evidence" but always bears repeating

It's not real

2. Dirty Dancing Tweet and one of the subplots of Dirty Dancing is a pregnancy thing.

3. The! Pregnancy! Announcement! Was! About! Larry!

4. Were they friends? Were they enemies? Who knows! Not us!

5. This was 2016 but GOD THIS IS SO IMPORTANT. Her post partum attire was WILDLY inconsistent with someone who just gave birth.

I will forever die at the thought of wearing a fucking mini skirt* so many days post partum holy shit.

*reminder the time period post her birth was convoluted as all hel probably to try and get us confused and mixed up in the future (no i don't think they intended bg to go on this long)

And ultimately... even if you can excuse all that, just remember, she literally can't be the exception for everything.

Thank you for your time please enjoy some of the stuff I wrote about last year:

Believe in the Douis break up rule

You're not crazy or dumb or weakfor being frustrated for this

Try not to let shit affect you!

Some more long posts I made last year

Remember! Time is BG's best friend because people end up forgetting a lot of shit that's happened!

[orcboxer]

one thing that sucks about bg3 is that Shar is an edgy bitch who also has the coolest introduction in the game. "I am the empty room" is such a baller line that deserves to come from a much cooler character

[gh0st-4ss]

haven't posted here in a while so you get this before anyone else :3

[pogueswrld]

Hello! Can you do a smut as a femme afab with ASM Peter Parker? If you feel comfortable can you please do some bondage with his webbing? Thanks a ton!

BONDAGE WITH HIS WEBBING ARE YOU INSANE ANON ilysm omfggggg

*•.¸♡ stuck in your spider webs ♡¸.•*

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: smut obvi 🦢, porn without plot lol, both reader and peter are switches, web bondage, edging, praise, mommy kink, multiple orgasms, oral (both fem & m receiving)

note: I wrote two pieces- peter tied up and reader tied up for whichever one you like most, hope y'all enjoy this!!

tying up peter was a simple task. you were surprised at his enthusiasm when you brought up the subject; his head nodding, a dazed look in his eye- already picturing the sight, mouth drooling and cock twitching in his pants.

he complied with every request and demand that tumbled off your lips, slowly stripping off his clothes and laying still on your shared bed, panting in anticipation for your next move. in your hands was his web shooter, inspecting it closely before pulling it onto your wrist.

you raise a single brow, "hold your hands above your head." peter did so without complaining, his eyes zeroing in on his web shooter on your wrist. you did his famous motion and a single string of web aiming at his joined hands stuck them to the headboard of your bed and the wall behind it. peter spared it a single glance, tried to free his hands, and whined when he realized he could not do so.

it didn't take long for you to expose his erection and even less time to have him moaning and begging for your touch, bucking up his hips into your hands as they wrap around him, tip red and dripping precum down his throbbing length.

you talk him through it, cooing at his whines and cries for the taste of sweet release as you casually praise him.

"That's it, such a good boy. look at you pretty baby, making a mess on our bed. you like this, don't you? working so hard to please mommy."

and he trembles. absolutely breaking apart at your words, unable to keep quiet as his entire body shakes at the force of the orgasm you pulled out of him. and it wasn't the last, as you push him to the brink and drag him back again, altering between your hands and your mouth as he whines and jerks beneath you, the webs holding him back from touching you or forcing his cock down your throat like he's done so many times before. he was completely at your mercy and he enjoyed every second of it.

getting to tie you up wasn't as easy of a task for peter, but from how enjoyable it was for him you figured you'd give it a chance. and boy were you so thankful you did.

he coaxed you into bed, kissing up and down your neck, softly nibbling at your skin while simultaneously kneading at the skin of your hips and sides. he was so smooth with it, his hands sneaking up to your arms, intertwining his fingers with your own before bringing them above your head. he pulled back momentarily, smirking at you stupidly before sending a web to your joined hands. your gasp of surprise didn't deter him as he pulled off his shirt and continued down the path he'd set for himself.

he'd start by eating you out; a pillow placed underneath your ass with both of your legs resting on his shoulders, one of his arms lazily draped across your hips, his thumb casually caressing your skin there while his other hand is buried deep in your cunt, three fingers curling and uncurling themselves, working your inner muscles up to a mind-numbing high while his tongue lapped up at your juices and pressed random figures on your puffy clit.

he knew all your sensitive spots by heart, and he made a point to pay extra attention to them, forcing loud moans and gasps out of your bruised lips. his eyes blink up at you from between your thighs, blown pupils capturing every expression on your face to memory. those same beautiful brown eyes roll to the back of his head as you grab a handful of his hair by the root and tug as an orgasm washes over you, he moans into your pussy, and the vibrations make you let out a silent scream followed by whimpers of his name.

he wishes he had your self-control and your ability to not ride him when he was tied up, but he doesn't which is how he ended up with his cock buried deep inside of you, his eyes blinking down at you. he wishes he had a camera on him to take a picture of you; tied up, hickeys and bruises mark your skin, a trail leading down to where your body swallows him whole, your tits bouncing with each thrust.

"fuck- baby~" he whines, losing his rhythm temporarily, his hands going from groping at the skin of your ass and hips to your boobs and face, he was working overtime to pleasure you first and foremost. "look at how good you're taking me- jesus, you're gonna kill me~"

[djevelbl]

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO MY SECOND FAVORITE LADY HAS THE SPOTLIGHT AGAIN !!!!!!