#he deserves something nice as a treat

[lunearobservatory]

Indiana cars special interest. than k you

[buwheal]

I try so hard to be nice. Seeing spamton so distressed makes me feel awful. I wanna reach through his screen, give him a hug and tell him it’ll be okay. But I’m nothing but a letter to him. Words on a screen he can easily ignore.

I want him to be happy, I want to whisk away every single bad ask and wrap spamton up in a blanket and give him the warmth and love he deserves. I really, really wish I could.

I suppose for now sending this will do. Thank you for the amazing stories, bu ❤️‍🩹 you’ve genuinely broken my heart for this poor man, I cannot wait to see more

But he hasn't. He doesn't ignore what you guys say. He really really cares about what you say, in fact. Easily ignorable, but he is paying attention. Anyways, thanks :-)

[angelthemanspanker]

The way some people characterise Buffy in fics like you described genuinely put me off Buffy fandom for years, it was absolutely everywhere, in Spuffy fics, in faith/buffy fics, it felt like I couldn't read a fic without the obligatory 'Buffy apologises to whoever the fuck for being so mean' and I just stopped, it was so baffling

For real its so weirdly pervasive. It genuinely blows my mind bc I totally get the urge to use your fic to call out a character/plot point you don't like, more power to you. Like I'm constantly imagining rewrites of the scenes where Xander is at his most insufferable but no one in-show is verbalising obvious holes in his bullshit (my big one is that besides a one off line from Buffy that everyone in the show ignores and a DELETED line from Giles is that NO ONE calls him on his absolutely infuriating "I was jealous of Angel being with the girl I like and I'm gonna have the gall to pretend it was bc I saw him turning evil coming" BULLSHIT)

But like. Buffy? You came out of this show and the person you had beef with and want to call out is BUFFY? THE VAMPIRE SLAYER? The protagonist of all time? Bc she's mean sometimes :( people try to apologise for trying to kill her and she's so unsympathetic :( she carries out her responsibility as the Slayer whether she wants to or not even if the person she's targeting is a character I like :( why won't she apologise. why won't she apologise. why does she insist on taking up space. why can't she just be nice all the time. yes my ao3 tag is princessspuffy why do you ask. yeah I know their relationship is abusive but I think Spike would forgive her :)

[shipping-all-ships]

Listened to a cover of An Unhealthy Obsession (give it a listen if you haven’t it’s fantastic!) and its got me desiring an AU where Kurogiri’s programming is a little off so he still loves Aizawa, but it’s become twisted due to the brainwashing and he’s now obsessed with him. While caring for Shigaraki, he passes this obsession along, Shigaraki becoming just as obsessed with Eraserhead. Of course, neither of them can love him normally, so it’s a lot of stalking and picking up the stuff he leaves behind and watching him sleep thanks to Kurogiri’s portal. It results in the most uncomfortable USJ experience, everyone able to hear the hearts at the end of their sentences when they talk to Eraserhead and the coy but aggressive advances they do.

“You’re so cool Eraserhead <3″ “I know, Shouta is just the best <3″ “I want to keep him locked up forever <3″  “Safe from anyone who could hurt him <3....well, anyone that’s not us <3″

Just two yandere’s that are fine with sharing as long as it’s with each other <3

Kurogiri is Shirakumo reveal happens early since he and Shigaraki would try to manipulate Aziawa to come with them with that. It almost works too. 

[hella1975]

are you guys thinking about touya todoroki today because i am

[floralovebot]

i think it's really funny when people look at Everything about riven and conclude that he just hates all rich people when his best friend is literally Rich Boy McGee

[lustbcrne]

Kaeya most definitely will shy away from gentle affection during sex or just gentle sex period, and deliberately try and goad the other into something rougher because he absolutely CANNOT handle such a thing without falling apart in the process. Unless the other person is someone he really trusts, he will outwardly show frustration or even get angered enough to stop if it's continued as such.

[zappedbyzabka]

The cobras always had a silent agreement to protect Johnny, a mutual adoration for him that couldn’t be broken through by even their Sensei. Maybe it was his big eyes that made him a target for people; they made him look innocent and weak—something proven wrong as soon as you spoke to him. Maybe it was his shaky voice and red ears when he introduced himself to the Cobra Kai class that made the Cobras flock to him instantly—follow him anywhere.

They don’t know, but it doesn’t matter, they can only try to keep him safe.

[beevean]

Under the read because it's long

ENG, first draft:

He isn’t a boy anymore. This time, he doesn’t take nearly as long to understand that they’re falling in love.

It’s in the way Rosaly can’t look at him without giggling, in the way her hair shines gold when struck by the morning light, in the way her nimble fingers carefully fix the collar of his shirt, in the way the house feels so cold when she leaves to do her errands, in the way she tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, and her light touch lingers on his skin, like the heat coming from the hearth of the house.

She wouldn’t let him go. She worries about him, about this stranger whom she welcomed without any strings attached – why, he can’t begin to guess, but he already learned to accept things he couldn’t understand.

(Hasn’t this happened already? Should he risk it again?)

Rosaly smiles the sweetest of smiles when her gaze falls upon him, and his debt has been repaid in full, and he doesn’t want to leave her either.

ITA, rewritten:

Non è più un ragazzino. Questa volta, riconosce fin da subito i segni.

Si celano nel modo in cui Rosaly non riesce a guardarlo senza ridacchiare, in cui i suoi capelli splendono dorati quando colpiti da un raggio di sole, in cui la casa è così fredda quando lei è via, in cui le sue dita affusolate gli aggiustano il collare della camicia, in cui gli sposta una ciocca di capelli dietro l’orecchio, in cui gli tira le maniche per portarlo con sé e si dimentica di lasciarlo andare; e il suo tocco leggero gli rimane sulla pelle, come il calore che viene dal caminetto, e le prime volte Hector trasaliva e voleva sottrarsi, e ora non può più farne a meno.

Hector è guarito quasi del tutto, può muoversi senza difficoltà, e sono solo le tre cicatrici al petto che ancora si fanno sentire. Non ha più bisogno di Rosaly. Ma lei non vuole lasciarlo andare.

Si preoccupa per lui, per questo forestiero che lei ha accolto senza chiedere nulla in cambio – perché, Hector non lo comprende, ma non è la prima volta che accetta qualcuno che non comprende. Si sentono brutte voci, dice Rosaly, le persone parlano di epidemie ed eretici e litigano e si fanno del male e non voglio che anche tu venga coinvolto, rimani qui, ti trovi bene, non è vero?

Neanche Hector ha fretta di lasciare la collina, il suo rifugio,

(la sua casa, potrebbe quasi dire)

e la consapevolezza lo spaventa.

Non può, non può, non può commettere lo stesso errore, già si fidò di una persona che era così buona con lui, già diede tutto sé stesso, consegnò il suo cuore e fu trafitto…

Ma Rosaly non è come lui.

Gli sorride il sorriso più dolce quando i due incrociano gli occhi – ha il cielo mattutino nelle iridi, è il sole che ha accolto Hector nel mondo degli umani – e lui non può non ricambiare, e come potrebbe dirle di no?

Si trova più che bene, insieme a Rosaly.

ENG, retranslated:

He’s not a boy anymore. This time, he recognizes the signs right away.

They're in the way Rosaly can’t look at him without giggling, in the way her hair shines gold when struck by the morning light, in the way the house feels so cold when she leaves to do her errands, in the way her nimble fingers carefully fix the collar of his shirt, in the way she tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, in the way she tugs his sleeves to lead him somewhere and there her hands stay; and her light touch lingers on his skin, like the heat coming from the hearth of the house, and the first few times Hector flinched and wanted to get away, and now he longs for nothing else.

Hector is almost completely healed, he can move with ease, and only the three scars on his chest flare from time to time. He doesn’t need Rosaly anymore. But she doesn’t want to let him go.

She worries about him, about this stranger whom she welcomed without any strings attached – why, he can’t begin to guess, but it’s not the first time that he accepted someone he doesn’t understand. There are bad rumors, Rosaly says, people talk about epidemics and heretics and they fight and they hurt each other and I don’t want you to get involved, please stay, you’re happy here, aren’t you?

Hector is not in a hurry to leave the hill either, his sanctuary,

(his home, he could almost say)

and the realization freezes him.

He can’t, he can’t, he can’t make the same mistake, he already trusted a person who was so good to him, he already gave all of himself, he gave his heart and it was speared through…

But Rosaly is not like him.

She smiles the sweetest smile when their gazes cross - she has the morning sky in her irises, the sun that welcomed Hector into the human world - and he can’t help but smile back, and how could he say no to her?

He is more than happy with Rosaly.

(she’s not like him)

[pa-pa-plasma]

I feel like too many people don't understand that a bad person having normal human traits does not suddenly make them a good person

[naramdil]

Of course your passive aggressive ass would support Selena

Justin really made so many careers Selena and Hailey need to thank him, because of all the Disney kids Demi deserved the hype Selena’s talentless ass gets

What a way to down another woman Hafsa do better, nasty for no reason when Hailey was a model before and a ballerina before that she has worked for what she has got and obviously is a wife so I don’t know how that is a drag

Bella getting dragged as well by that puffy faced loser, lord her instagram is a mess

omg.. first of all it's truly not that serious to me, I genuinely am not following any of this closely. but how are you calling selena a puffy faced loser and then telling Me to do better when it comes to talking about other women akjhdakjshd that's so mean!! I haven't even said anything mean like that about hailey! I don't have anything against her, if I were her I would just live my life in bliss and not care abt fame whatsoever. I also like the brown manicure w the vanilla chrome powder, that is cute. I've also considered trying a product from her skincare line, but like I don't rly have a vested interest in any of this drama. I'm sure that all parties involved are doing just fine given their tax brackets. and I'm sure their publicists are thrilled

[supercool-here]

Ok my sins are keeping me up late at night so of course I'm going to post about ysblf. I am not a fic writer, actually I'm not a writer of any kind other than bad, but I really wish I could come up with a storyline in which Armando and Betty develop a somewhat healthy relationship, or at least one in which they get together without having gone through the ordeal of seducing/getting used. I will love reading your ideas, even fanfic recs if you know any. My own theory will be in the tags

[melancholymirth]

What kind of catharsis do you need? Homecoming You've been away for quite a while -- maybe it's time to call it a day. You've had to keep up the façade for so long you're starting to forget who you really are. This calls for a nice cup of tea and an early evening in. Pack it up, settle down. Come home to yourself.

Tagged by: N/A, taken from @astarab1aze who likes to keep me out of the fun Tagging: N/A

[lynxalon]

i dream of eggs over easy

[notmoreflippingelves]

After reminding myself yet again, that contrary to my wishes, Cosmo Brown/Lina Lamont ( both from Singin' in the Rain) does not in fact exist., my brain has frantically and bizarrely decided that it needs to find a way to make Perry Mason/Lina Lamont work.

[its44intheehouse]

IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THE F1 DRIVERS

Wondering what it would be like to date the f1 drivers? 😏

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warnings: not much, fluff?, implied smut, (smut?), dirty thoughts, mentions of breeding kink, cursing.

Max Verstappen

-he's your biggest fan. in every way possible. he loves to support you, to admire you, to see you happy.

-you're his biggest love. he didn't think he could fall for someone that hard. he's completely whipped and everyone knows it.

-gets jealous a lot, but doesn't always show it, although you know better. he doesn't like it when other men look at what's his.

-that's why he has decided that from now on every man will know who you belong to. either by covering your soft neck in bruises or making you walk out of the bathroom with your cunt stuffed of his cum. he absolutely enjoys seeing you squirm all night and try not to make it obvious to everyone in the room that his seed is dripping down your bare legs.

-he loves how submissive you are for him. of course you love being a spoiled brat sometimes just for the fun of it, because then he gets feral. and you always know it’s gonna end in a lot of orgasms.

“I thought you wanted to be a brat? What happened, schat? Fucked your tiny brain out?” his thrusts hit a spot inside your pussy that makes you see stars. He slaps your cheek to get your attention, knowing you’re going dumb already.

All you can do is cry out and shake your head. You can’t talk. You can’t even think. You’re too busy trying to jerk away from his harsh thrusts.

You know he doesn’t like it when you don’t answer him.

“Talk.” he snaps, squeezing your cheeks tightly then slapping you again.

“YES daddy. Sorry for b-being a brat. Please, please! Make me cum!”

Lewis Hamilton

-spoils you all the time; expensive jewelry, cars, clothes, lingerie, vacations… whatever you need or want. also, his card is always on your phone. he insists you use it anytime you want.

“Get yourself something nice, baby… I want to see you dripping with my wealth. You are my beautiful little wife.”

-will always have a hand on you. in the car while he's driving, on your b*tt when you're walking, on your thigh when you're having dinner with your parents and his fingers successfully rub a spot on your clit through your panties that makes you twitch and moan every time. thankfully, your parents were oblivious.

-kisses the ground you walk on. he's a grown man and isn't afraid to show you how a real man loves his woman.

-especially when he's between your legs, showing you how you deserve to be treated.

“Come on, princess… gimme one more. You’d do anything for daddy, isn’t that right princess?” he softly rubs your cheek with his finger, thrusting a little bit more inside your tight and overstimulated cunt.

“D-daddy… too much. I don’t think I can…” you whimper stupidly, still slightly shaking with the intensity of the last orgasm you just had about 2 minutes ago.

He smirks. “Of course you can, baby. Don’t you want daddy’s babies? Hm?”

He loves how pathetic you get after a few good orgasms. He knows he’s the best you ever had. He can make you cum anywhere, anytime. You let him do whatever he wants to you.

Carlos Sainz

-can be possessive at times, but loves to show you off. you are his most prized possession.

when he met you, he knew he wanted to date to get married, not like the relationships he had before.

-takes you everywhere with him; vacations, races. he can't stand being away from you.

-he secretly fantasizes about you carrying his children. until one night after a baby shower when he confesses to you.

“Mi amor… You don’t know how beautiful you looked today with my niece in your arms. I can’t wait to get you pregnant. Make you my precious wife.”

His touch on your thigh gives you goosebumps, and you suddenly feel impossibly aroused by his confession. He didn’t even need to ask. You’d give him as many kids as he wants.

He recognizes the look in your eyes. The craving, the lust. He knows you like the back of his hand. “You’d like that, no? To walk around all round and heavy with my child. To make these tiny tits swell and burst with the sweetest milk…” he grabs at your breasts and squeezes, making you moan in response.

“Yes, papi. I want to have your babies… please touch me…”

Lando Norris

-you're his best friend. his rock, the girl of his dreams.

-datind lando is the most intense experience of your life. he is a fierce lover. but loves to be soft for you sometimes

-he loses his mind when you're being bossy with him, showing off your bold attitude.

-especially when you're making him beg for you.

“What did you say?” You smirk, hovering on top of him, teasing him sometimes with a swift rub of your wet pussy on his erect and red cock.

Poor baby, you edged him for too long and he couldn’t take it anymore. His cock twitches every few seconds and you know he isn’t going to last too long.

“Please, baby… fuck, please.” His voice is hoarse when he talks, probably from all the moans you pulled out of him already. “Let me fuck you, I need it. I have so much cum for you baby… Please.”

You moan at his words and decide to stop the torture. You needed him too. Nothing compares to the way he stretches your sweet little pussy. Quickly, you align yourself with his cock and sink in, making the both of you moan loudly.

Charles Leclerc

-you're eye candy for this man. ever since he saw you he couldn't take his eyes off you.

-he loves to have you at the races. he's constantly trying to show off and be the best, because he loves the look on your face when he wins or he's doing good.

-he's going to be the most romantic man you've ever had. he's always touching you, always tells you what an angel you are, how beautiful you look, what a good girl you always are for him…

-ESPECIALLY if you’re bent over his lap while he’s driving and you’re sloppily sucking on his cock.

“Mm, fuck. That’s is, mon ange, suck my cock. You’re such a naughty girl.” he mocks you almost, and it makes you even more eager to show him who’s in charge. for once.

Gagging a little, you take more of his length in your mouth, forcing your throat open. Suddenly, you feel his hand slap your ass hard and you can’t control the loud moan that threatened to escape you. Your throat squeezes his head perfectly then, and he lifts his hips up a little, hissing at the sensation.

“Gonna make me cum, baby, fuck.”

Your efforts double when you hear that, and you wrap your small hand around his cock, starting to pump his hard, heavy shaft. Your swollen lips are still wrapped around his head, licking and sucking on it desperately, waiting for his hot, salty cum.

The car stops abruptly and you assume he just pulled over. His hand then snatches your hair in a messily done ponytail and forces your head down his cock, making you cry and gag uncontrollably.

“Take it. You greedy girl. Take my fucking cum. Fuck.”