#happy new yeat

[majimassqueaktoy]

🥳 2023 fuck off

[alexpression]

I just accidentally mistyped "Happy New Year" as "Happy New Yeat" in a work email this morning

[arrowheadedbitch]

My high ass cat on New Years

[officersnickers]

A part of me really wants a Make the exorcist fall in love anime. if adapted by the right studio I think there's a fair chance that it could blow up in the anime community. Though I think that would take a while since it seems a lot of people tend to dismiss it due to the cliche title (let's be honest) and the cute artstyle. It would burts its popularity and it would be great to have more fan content.

On the other hand...well you probably already know what happens when a series becomes popular and toxic people discover it

Forget about an anime adaptation, I‘d be happy to at least have physical release of the manga! (says a person who prefers reading the manga over watching an anime) 😔

But yeah, fair. I can‘t say it would be a massive hit, because surely some themes are just too hard, too real for some potencial readers/ viewers, but considering anime dares to tip toes in uncertain waters, it could work. Doesn‘t have to, but it could.

That being said, I don‘t think the title would be the problem (listen, nothing against any of these, but Chainsaw Man? Because he turns into a Chainsaw Man? Or titles like Dandandan making my head spin when reading this combination too often? Make the Exorcist fall in Love is terribly long and cheesy, but not too bad, if you ask me). The artstyle is somewhat cutesy and stylized, but I don‘t think it would make people turn away. It‘s a very solid style imo and surely could be incorporated quite perfectly in colour.

Anyway! I could see more „problems“ for a potencial adaptation due to certain plot points: Attempted rape of a barely teen boy in the first chapter/ episode, gore at every end, cannibalism, criticsm of the (catholic) church… I do think the manga tackles a lot of very important takes, but I don‘t know how forgiven the anime community can be if it gets „too serious“. I‘d love to be proven wrong, but besides of cool and awesome fights, the source material hits you in the stomach all too often for some just to casually enjoy it.

On the other hand, we got tragic gay best childhood friends turned rivals/ enemies who are still in love so maybe that would a great selling point 🤷‍♀️

Also, one shouldn‘t care about any toxic part of fandoms. Enjoy what you have and interact with people you vive with! That‘s the best way to not let your experience be ruined by others ☺️

[myzturee]

[lucadrawsml]

Happy new year!!!!

Sketch

Bonus:

(She supposed to be blushing on second one)

[theyanderespecialist]

Happy Lunar New Year🎆🧧🎊🧧🎇Year of The Snake🐍 #yearofthesnake #happylunarnewyear #lunarnewyear2025

[cactuskat]

Just started my Period!!!! 😩🍷🌷💔🤧

New Year 🌟🎆🎉 New Lining BABYYYYY ✨🥺🌸🌹✨🔥

[overdramaticpanromantic]

happy new year!!!!!!!!!!

JHABPY NEW EEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lady-a-stuff]

3 years now and haven't moved on from here

[nosecondivelived]

there are only 3 things in life that are certain.

1. death

2. taxes

3. 每条大街小巷每个人的嘴里见面第一句话就是恭喜恭喜。

[whwie]

I'm pathetic, how am I back here again. it's crazy how novelty it is seeing u again after a few months. sigh. maybe instead of idk fucking letting that shit go and moving I just bottled it up like I always do and lied to myself that I let it go. but like its actually time to let that shit go. and not lock it away. this is stupid and way too emotional and so fucking embarrassing but like ugh how can it not be cuz u shaped my childhood.

we're adults, I am an adult I gotta actually be sad and let it go.

[taylorbradleyspet]

Donnie x Reader

Valentine’s Day special!

Donnie would ask Ralph for advice, most definitely. Ralph wouldn’t know what to do, he’s pathetic. He does not know anything about valentine. But, He put on his thinking shell and helped out!! So ralph concluded he should get you turtle chocolate, just because yall are both turtles (cannibalism much 😂😂) and flowers. After Donnie bought you some stuff, he would go over to ur shell and bring it to you. You resulted in giving him a peck and hugging him, telling him how much you appreciate his nerdyness. Donnie would then walk away and smile to himself on how rizztatiscal and bright and sexy and beautiful and amazing Donnie hammer time he is!

[fictionalfantasies]

[miedei]

moments of glad grace

you test your lipgloss on spencer; he loves you.

a/n: hey so this request made me go crazy. um this is the result of me rereading yeats' poems and listening to my love song playlist and buying the new nyx ligloss yesterday dont judge me

cw: slightly suggestive, established relationship, reader has she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl, title from when you are old by WB Yeats

wc: 1.5k

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(reblogs are the only way to promote fics on tumblr! please reblog if you enjoyed it :) )

The package is cold in your hands, thin and flat as you thank the deliveryman, shutting the door behind you. The familiar excitement of getting something new zips up your spine, and you hurry into the living room.

Spencer is curled up on the couch, your battered copy of The Collected Poems of W B Yeats in his hands. He raises his head as you come in. 

“Spence, look!” He cocks his head to the side. 

“You got a package!” He’s happy, but it’s clear he doesn’t understand the mischievous tone in your voice. 

“It’s that new lipgloss I ordered.”

“The one that Emily told you about? That’s good, you were really excited about it.” He lowers the book, watching you search through the cluttered contents of the coffee table. 

“The box cutter’s there- to your right, next to the candle- yeah.” You straighten up, flashing him a grateful smile before settling on the couch next to him.

Pulling your feet up on the couch under you, you brandish the box cutter dramatically, giggling at the worried yelp that elicits from Spencer. 

With a touch more precaution, you bring the blade down to the tape on the package, slicing carefully before retracting the sharp edge. 

Spencer leans in, his hand coming down to rest on your back as he watches you fold open the flaps of the box. You reach in, pulling out the reddish-brown tube with a grin. 

“Oh, it’s nice! I was worried the shade wouldn’t be right, but I think this suits me, don’t you think?” You hold it up to your face, turning to Spencer.

His eyes soften, dark pupils melting into the brown of his irises.

“I think that’s great, angel. Are you going to try it on?”

You hop up, heading to the bathroom. Even without looking, you know Spencer has risen with you, following behind you faithfully. 

He can’t resist watching the way you focus when you apply makeup, a tidbit you know from when he spilled it drunkenly after the last time the team went out for drinks.

Leaning over the sink, you twist open the product, pulling out the applicator and swiping it carefully across your lips. 

If your eyes were to stray a little higher than where they’re trained on your lips, you’d see Spencer, hands twitching to hold your waist or hip as he watches you intently, the adoration he holds for you clear in his eyes.

Once finished, you pull back, recapping the tub and setting it down. You spin, facing him with a smile.

“What do you think?” 

Spencer reaches for you immediately. His hand reaching forward to rest on your waist, he leans toward you, the thumb of his other hand rising to wipe just under your bottom lip. His voice is emphatic, reverent.

“It’s perfect, pretty girl.” It sends a shiver down your spine to hear his low tone. You have to distract yourself so as to not drag him to your bedroom immediately. 

Turning your face to gaze at the tube on the counter, you muse softly. 

“Y’know, this gloss is advertised as super longlasting. The colour’s supposed to stay for 8 hours, even after it’s not shiny anymore.”

He hums in response, seemingly content to stand there watching you.

“Do you think we should test it out?”

His brows furrow, the wrinkle that forms between them looking achingly kissable.

“Test the longevity? How are you going to do that?” 

You can’t help yourself, a playful smile spreading across your face as you take his hand, tugging him back into the living room.

“Sit, please?”

He frowns, but does as you say, leaning against the back of the couch as he watches you. 

“Do you want to help me with my experiment, Spence?”

“Help you?”

You move forward, perching on his lap so you can look down at him, mischief glimmering in your eyes. Leaning down, you press your lips to his cheek once, looking at the mark left on his skin with satisfaction.

“Yeah. If you could help me see how long the colour lasts? I figured, you’re the science guy… But if you don’t want to, I guess that’s okay.” 

You move as if to shift off his thighs, but his hands come up to grip your waist, holding you there. 

“No, no I can… I can help. Yeah, I’ll help. You just want to kiss me?” His eyes are large, doe-like as he gazes up at you.

“Yeah. You can read the book while I do, it’s okay.” He shakes his head fervently, almost pulling a laugh out of you. 

“No, I don’t need to read. Go ahead.” You spring into action at his words, leaning down to begin pressing kisses to the curve of his cheekbone, his jaw, the bridge of his nose.

“So, are you liking the Yeats poems? I want to know what you thought, Spence.” You murmur against the skin of his temple, grinning wolfishly when you feel him shiver.

“Yeah, I’m really- really liking it. It’s a really interesting perspective on the fight for Irish independence. Like, um, An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, it was really, uh, interesting.” He’s far less eloquent than usual, a hand coming up to tangle its fingers in your hair as he struggles to get his thoughts out. 

“Yeah? What else did you like about them?” You run out of space on his face, and the marks have only just begun to be less pigmented. What else is there to do but to move down to the coloumn of his throat?

His breath hitches at the feeling of your lips moulding to the sensitive skin there.

“I also liked the ones about Maud Gonne. Like…” You hum, prompting him to continue.

“Uh, like Her Praise. ‘She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.’. Made me- fuck- made me think of you.” 

How easily he can reduce you to your barest emotions. You feel that all-too-familiar burst of affection in your heart, pulling back so you can see his face.

“Really?” 

He seems to regain some of his composure, although his face is still radiating heat, the skin of his cheeks and neck flushing to match the marks you’ve left on him.

“Really. Um, ‘If there be rags enough he will know her name, and be well pleased remembering it,’. I agree with him, ‘her praise should be the uppermost theme.’ I think you deserve praise from everyone who knows you. I can’t believe there’s anything else worth talking about.” 

His voice is heartachingly sincere, and you can feel your face begin to blush to match his. 

“Spence…” 

It’s too much to look him in the eye, and you have to bury your face in your hands to contain the feelings threatening to burst out of your chest.

He laughs, voice slightly raspy from want. Large fingers grip your wrists, pulling them away from your face.

“Look at me, honey.” You do so, meeting his gaze.

“You finished with your experiment?” His low tone rolls over you like a cresting wave. 

“I- yeah. I think that was enough.” 

He smiles, saccharine with a tinge of longing. 

“Can I kiss you this time?” You nod, wordless. 

He leans in slowly, until it feels like your eyelashes should meet his. Eyes flutter shut, a soft sound of relief leaving you as his lips slot against yours in a way that makes you want to believe in soulmates. 

It’s too chaste, his lips leaving yours so soon that it makes you itch to chase him. But you can’t bring yourself to be irked when your eyes open to the sight of him. 

His smooth skin is peppered with kiss marks, varying in pigmentation as they trail down the expanse of his neck. 

Best of all, his lips are swollen, marked in a shiny hue that matches yours.