#haters will NOT be tolerated

[realgreenjupiter]

Im so in love with Frye splatoon, I have never loved a character more than I have Frye splatoon, every hour I'm awake I am thinking about Frye, every night I sleep I dream about Frye. Frye consumed every waking thought and feeling I experience, I am failing Geometry because its my first period class and I am also thinking about Frye splatoon. Nothing in the splatoon series besides tower control has angered me more than the fact that Deep cuut (and therefore Frye) didnt get a ton of screen time, Nintendo it is Deep Cuts game so why did we only see them for like 5 minutes, Calamari Inkantation 3mix was really good but whyd it take so long for Deep Cut to get their after fest song? UGH anyway I really like Frye I think her Splatoween outfit was really nice and I also really liked her Frostyfest outfit, she looks good in LITERALLY every outfit shes in, any haters are jealous they arent her. I wish I could be Frye splatoon Im not a hater and I still wish I was Frye Splatoon, everyone wishes they were Frye Splatoon. I want to see more Frye splatoon so Nintendo if you can hear my prayers PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give me more Frye Splatoon

[girlpog]

“We need more evil women.” Bitch you thought Skylar White was in the wrong 😭

[pocketponii]

Today i saw oras Tabitha slander on instagram…..

[rarilight]

Secretly, Neither of them like each others pets

"It's just... it's creepy!" Rarity confessed to Rainbow Dash, ashamed. "Owlowiscious is always there, no matter where I look! Just... staring! And let me tell you, the last thing I want when having an intimate moment with my marefriend is for her owl to stare at us the entire time!"

"Ewwwww, Rares! Too much information, dude! Too much information!"

----

"It's just... it's like it hates everypony," Twilight told Applejack over a couple of ciders. "And I like cats! I know some ponies think cats are all 'evil' or something--"

"'Cause they are," Applejack replied.

"But this one actually does hate everything! I don't think I've ever seen Opal happy once in my entire relationship with Rarity!"

"I'm tellin' you, Twi. Cats?" Applejack narrowed her eyes. "Evil."

--- taking little raritwi prompts for a bit, feel free to send me asks w/ them

[macden]

glob compilation

[small-sparkofhope]

Last week, Sweet Anon and Dead Hater Anon broke up on @tulipsempai 's blog. A situation that we silently witnessed. For my part, it was alongside @snickeruwu; where this came out:

Which probably gave us something like this:

[ophanstears]

🍀

I know that Clover's gender is up to interpretation (the devs DID say so themselves) but I still feel weird when people make them exclusively male or female LOL Like it's TECHNICALLY fine??? but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

more in tags as usual because I am a yapper. i am so sorry for having strong opinions about gender and representation. i am usually more fun than this 🥲🥲🥲🥲

[lunarharp]

more kitchen vibes. + they made their neopets faeriesonas.

[sp00ky9]

Sugar, spice, and everything nice, that’s what little girls are made of

[spindle-and-nima]

GAH! baby boy? (his names lincoln and he is a baby boy and he did a lot of zoomies and binkies when 2 potential adopters came to see him a few weeks ago)

Look at that SNOOT

[hello-eeveev]

I’m sorry I’m confused; every so often, for like the last year at least, I see it treated as fact that Laudna is hated by the gods for being a Hollow One or that somehow her existence is defying them? and I do not understand where this has come from.

First off, if we are looking strictly at the events of c3, Laudna was brought back to life by a cleric and champion of the Everlight. And she still remained very much a Hollow One. Why would the Everlight do that if the gods as a group did not want Laudna to exist as she was?

Now iirc, Laudna has expressed fear that the Matron of Ravens would not be happy about her existence, and that’s fair, given that this is one of her edicts:

Undeath is an atrocity. Death is too good a punishment for those who pervert the rightful transition of the soul.

However: yes, the Matron doesn’t seem to be fond of undeath, but her vitriol pretty clearly lies with those who create undead (e.g. Delilah), moreso than those who live in it. So I think the Raven Queen would not be angry with Laudna herself, more angry for the suffering put upon her by the state of undeath. I don’t think she would smite Laudna down for literally just waking up one (very very bad) day as a Hollow One. It’s not like Laudna was trying to become undead or to unnaturally extend her life or cast off fate; she was murdered. But still, it’s fair that Laudna worries about that! She’s a fictional character with a limited scope of view and emotions that may not be informed by fact! I don’t want her to know everything and to be perfectly reasonable at all times. If that were the case, she wouldn’t be a good character, and she wouldn’t be Laudna.

But even if the RQ did hate Laudna for being a Hollow One, she’s just one deity. She doesn’t speak for the rest of the gods, so why would they have an issue with Laudna when they don’t seem to have a particular problem with undead (see: the base cleric spell list having both Animate and Create Undead).

So I don’t see where this rhetoric of “the gods hate laudna” comes from? She has not been personally victimized by the gods. She has been on the opposite side of a conflict to one, but she was revived by another. As far as I can tell, in all the text and supplementary materials, there is only one major deity who might be prejudiced towards her.

so yeah, I’m just confused where this came from and i’d like to know. if it seemed like it was a headcanon or a thought people were toying with, I wouldn’t care, but I’m seeing it being treated as a given and I don’t think that’s the case.

[not-jeguluses]

resuscitation ✦ a sirius black microfic

— 706 words ; sfw ; wolfstar and platonic prongsfoot and black brother fluff ; fix it / crack lmao

“Hello?”

The first voice Sirius has heard in years and for some reason, the last one he expects to hear is Remus’. Or at least, he would be the least likely person if not for James’ cadence echoing through the narrow shoot to his cell directly after.

“Pads?”

Sirius calls out, his own voice grated from disuse, saturated in disbelief, “Guys?”

Then, the narrow gouge in Sirius’ cell where he’d been taking his meals is opening, widened by Remus’ handiwork, who is suddenly visible with his wand pointing at the stone. And next to him—

“James?!” He throws himself into his friend, unsure if he’s dreaming but not willing to waste a second of the reunion by taking any time to consider the reality of it. He wants to enjoy it.

James holds him closely, apparently uncaring of his emaciated form or rotting smell. “Sirius, you’re alright.”

“I’m alright? You died!” He shakes him without loosening his grip. “Moons, you better get in here. I’m not letting go of him but you know how terribly I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, alright.” Remus laughs and complies. “Let me get us out of here while I’m at it.”

Sirius hadn’t known that was an option. For a moment, he’s terrified. Worried that that change of scenery will wake him up. Then, there’s the tightening of apparation and he’s no longer in the oppressive atmosphere of Azkaban and instead in a cinnamon scented living room.

He’s free from the arms of his loved ones for an entire second in total before there's a mouthful of red hair and soft, freckled arms. “Happy birthday, Sirius.”  A toddler is tucked between them and he has tears filling his vision.

“This is real?”

Lily laughs in his arms but it’s not her that answers. “I hope so. I worked really hard to get here.” It comes from behind him and he pulls away from the woman only enough to see the source.

It’s Regulus, his hair the shortest Sirius has ever seen it, a contrast to the unprecedented length of his own. He’s dressed in a muggle button down and jacket but it’s visible only through his robes. He looks clean and light. Unburdened. If it wasn’t his brother, he might not have recognized him.

It’s with his eyes locked onto Regulus’ nearly identical irises, that Sirius loses consciousness.

✧˖°.♡︎⋆｡°✩

Later, when he’s feeling less lightheaded, Remus fills him in a bit and then Regulus, Lily, James, and Dumbledore stop by to explain the rest, the latter having joined them for tea and discussions after apologizing for his tardiness.

He learns of his brother’s bravery, inspired by the loss of Lily and James and his pride in his brother’s resilient pursuit of Peter. He finally confided in his knowledge of the locket, not knowing how important it was to the cause. Doubling as a spy for the Order, he had been in close contact with Snape and Dumbledore, without the knowledge of most members, who had returned his divulged information with the revelation of his theory on Voldemort’s creation of Horcruxes.

With everyone working together, it didn’t take long to gather the artifacts and destroy them. Helped further along by the sacrifice that Lily and James had made, which was returned with their lives when Voldemort’s curse magic had dissipated and undone each death carried out in the process of making Horcruxes.

“So, they just released me?”

At this, Regulus’ face falls and Remus hurries to explain. “Your release was a priority, it has been since we discovered that Peter was my counterweight. Secretly on Voldemort’s service. But the ministry is slow and—”

“Without us to prove it wasn’t you who betrayed us, it was hard securing your freedom. We’ve only been back three months and you’re already out.”

He is distracted by hands in his hair which isn’t surprising, Remus has been soothing the strands with his fingers while Sirius’ head lay in his lap for the past hour or so, but these hands are tiny and insistent.

Sirius shifts to look at Harry, who has crawled over to them from his blanket on the floor. “It’s over, then? Everyone is safe?” He asks Harry but addresses the room.

“Everyone is safe.”

[vladdyissues]

Pompep Week Day 2: Both Teens

[robobee]

there IS something so raw and tasty about pynch when Marge isn't making them do therapy speak brain melds with each other. the cdth first meeting is the PEAK of their dynamic . Adam is a miserable hater bastard taking from the Henry Cheng school of Blending In Via Siphoning Personalities and ronan is his perplexed sheltered catholic neurotic purse dog boyfriend. why does Society want to declaw them

[your-girl-nina]

You only ship jegulus as a kink. Stop objectifying them it's sick.

Since you so openly love jegulus, I wrote some smut for you! Hope you enjoy!!

Regulus Black walked into the locker room, his body aching and covered in sweat after a particularly brutal Quidditch practice. It was late and most of his teammates had already cleared out, leaving him to deal with the aftermath alone. He made his way over to an empty bench and began to strip off his gear, wincing as he pulled off his padding.

As he reached for a towel to wipe off the sweat, he heard the door open and close behind him. He turned around, assuming it was one of this teammates returning for something they’d forgotten. But when he saw who it was, his heart skipped a beat.

James Potter stood just inside the door, leaning against it with a smirk on his face. He wore his Quidditch robes unzipped, revealing bare skin underneath that glistened with sweat. Regulus swallowed hard at the sight of him.

“Looks like you had a rough one,” James said as he pushed himself off the door and made his way over to where Regulus stood.

Regulus nodded wordlessly as James closed the distance between them. James reached out and grabbed the towel from Regulus’s hand before using it to gently wipe away some of the sweat on Regulus’s brow. His touch was surprisingly tender, causing warm tingles to spread through Regulus’s body.

“You did great out there today,” James said softly, dropping the towel back onto the bench before placing both hands on Regulus’s shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze. “You’re really starting to find your place on the team.”

Regulus let out a shuddering breath at James’s touch and words of praise. The tension in his muscles began to melt away under James’s strong hands.

James leaned in closer until their bodies were almost touching. “Do you want me to help you relax?” he asked in a low voice that sent shivers down Regulus’s spine.

“Yes,” Regulus breathed out, his voice barely more than a whisper.

James’s eyes darkened with desire as he reached up to cup Regulus’s face in his hand. He leaned in and captured Regulus’s lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. James pressed their bodies together, the heat of their skin mingling as their tongues tangled together.

Regulus moaned into the kiss, his body responding eagerly to James’s touch. His cock twitched with need as James’s hand slid down from his face to rest on his chest before drifting lower to palm at the bulge in his pants.

Breaking the kiss, James looked into Regulus’s eyes and said, “Take off your clothes.”

Regulus nodded and quickly stripped off the rest of his gear until he was completely naked. He stood before James, feeling vulnerable but also incredibly turned on.

James stepped back slightly so he could take in the sight of Regulus’s body. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he said huskily, his eyes raking over every inch of him.

Regulus flushed at the compliment, a thrill running through him at being so desired by someone like James Potter. But before he had a chance to respond, James dropped to his knees in front of him.

Regulus let out a gasp as James wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and licked a slow stripe up the length of it. The sensation was almost too much and he had to grab onto the bench behind him for support.

James looked up at him with a wicked grin before taking Regulus’s cock into his mouth and sucking hard. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of Regulus into his mouth each time until he had him buried deep down this throat.

Regulus moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of James sucking him off with such skill. He felt like he was floating as James’s tongue swirled around his shaft, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Just as Regulus was about to come, James pulled off with a wet pop and stood back up. He was breathing heavily, his own cock straining against his pants.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Regulus quickly dropped down onto his knees in front of James, reaching out to unzip his pants and free his erection from its confines. He wrapped one hand around the base of it and looked up at James for permission.

“Go on, suck me,” James said with a nod of his head.

Regulus eagerly took James into his mouth, moaning at the taste of him on his tongue. He bobbed his head up and down, taking as much of James into his mouth as he could before pulling back and swirling his tongue around the head.

James let out a low growl at the sensation, tangling one hand in Regulus’s hair to guide him. He thrust into Regulus’s mouth slowly at first, but soon picked up the pace until he was fucking into him with abandon.

Regulus surrendered himself completely to James’s control, letting him use him however he wanted. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the air along with their ragged breaths and low moans of pleasure.

As they both neared the edge, James pulled out of Regulus’s mouth and said roughly, “Stand up.”

Regulus did as he was told, standing on shaky legs in front of James as he reached for his wand from where it lay on the bench. With a flick of his wrist, all their gear floated back over to their lockers and slammed shut before locking themselves securely inside.

Regulus watched in awe as James used magic to seal them off from prying eyes before turning back to face him. The look in James’s eyes was pure hunger and it sent a jolt of electricity straight to Regulus’s cock.

James grabbed onto Regulus’s hips and pulled him in close until their bodies were pressed tightly together. Their cocks rubbed against each other, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through them both.

Regulus wrapped his arms around James’s neck, holding on tight as James thrust up into him with hard, fast movements that left them both panting and moaning.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” James groaned as he buried his face in the crook of Regulus’s neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.

Regulus could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust. He could tell that James was too by the way his grip on him tightened and his movements became more erratic.

With one final thrust, they both came undone, their bodies shuddering together as they rode out their orgasms. Regulus cried out James’s name as he spilled over the edge, his come coating their stomachs as James followed right behind him with a low growl of satisfaction.

They stood there for a moment, still wrapped up in each other’s arms as they caught their breath. Eventually, James pulled back slightly to look into Regulus’s eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you on the pitch,” he said with a grin that made Regulus’s heart skip a beat.

“Why didn’t you?” Regulus asked, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice at the thought of all the missed opportunities.

James reached up to cup Regulus’s face in his hand before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I didn’t think someone like you would be interested in someone like me.”

Regulus shook his head in disbelief. “You’re wrong,” he said fiercely. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

James’s eyes darkened with desire at the confession. “Good,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Regulus’s breath caught in his throat at James’s words, anticipation coursing through him at what James had in store for him next. He had a feeling that this was only the beginning of a very long and satisfying night.

Regulus’s heart raced at James’s words, his body still humming from their passionate kiss. He couldn’t deny the pull he felt toward James, the way his body craved more of his touch.

“Then let’s continue,” Regulus said, his voice thick with desire.

James smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. “I have a better idea.” He reached for Regulus’s hand and pulled him toward the door. “Follow me.”

Regulus followed James out of the locker room, curious about where he was being led. They walked down the corridor and turned a corner, heading toward the Quidditch pitch. The night air was cool on his skin as they stepped outside, the sky above them littered with stars.

James led him to the edge of the pitch, where the stands loomed above them. He pointed to the empty bleachers. “Up there.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “What about the team? What if someone sees us?”

James shrugged. “It’s late. They’re all in the common room, probably studying or something. Besides, I’ve always wanted to fuck someone up here. The view is amazing.”

Regulus’s pulse quickened at the thought of James’s hands on him, the idea of being seen by others only adding to the thrill. He followed James up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the empty stadium.

As they reached the top, James turned to him, his eyes burning with desire. “I’m going to make you scream, Black.”

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 2 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Human Nature/The Family of Blood

Synopsis

In England in 1913, school teacher John Smith experiences amazing dreams of living an incredible life as a mysterious adventurer called "the Doctor", fighting monsters and seeing far away worlds.

Propaganda

Martha goes through the worst time and deserves more praise for her phenomenal devotion in this episode, David Tennant shows off some amazing acting skills with the John Smith/Doctor switch. Plus we get to see him fall in love. Also, the video they sped up in the TARDIS with his instructions is hilarious. (nikMONSTER)

The End of the World

Synopsis

The Ninth Doctor takes his new companion, Rose Tyler, to the year 5,000,000,000 to see the sun expand and destroy the Earth. The observation deck space station, Platform One, is holding an event with the richest beings of the time observing the Earth's destruction, but mysterious metal spiders gifted by the Adherents of the Repeated Meme to the other guests are secretly infiltrating and sabotaging the station.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted