#holy shit the lack of tags

[jellogram]

I posted 9,477 times in 2022

That's 7,497 more posts than 2021!

3,629 posts created (38%)

5,848 posts reblogged (62%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bebidocrimes

@jellogram

@lesbianralzarek

@annabellioncourt

@sofipitch

I tagged 2,999 of my posts in 2022

#basketball - 125 posts

#horror - 97 posts

#movies - 93 posts

#lgbt - 63 posts

#writing - 61 posts

#music - 40 posts

#art - 34 posts

#horror movies - 32 posts

#youtube - 29 posts

#spotify - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i remember being shocked the other fourth graders didnt know simon and garfunkel bc i didn't realize they were old i thought they were like

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Jesus Christ Superstar is genuinely emotionally annihilating. It's about fate. It's about the tragedy of being condemned from birth. What if the villain never had a choice, what if he was just as bound by destiny as the hero? What if nobody wanted it to end this way and it still does? What if Jesus never wanted to die? It's about guilt. It's about dread. It's about not realizing what story you're in until it's too late. It's about Jesus singing insanely high rock vocals. It's about Judas in a fringe disco getup. It's everything.

2,514 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#4

T-shirt I owned in my dream last night. I wore it to an aquarium.

5,299 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#3

"Modern art is just SHAPES and COLORS it takes NO SKILL and it's NOT ART" shut up shut tupt you don't get it. That's the POINT you son of bitch. Look at the fuckign shapes and colors. Enjoy the shapes and colors. How do they make you feel. Use your fucking emotions and brain to engage with art instead of expecting everything you see to perfectly cater to your view of the world. "So if I just smear some paint on a wall, that's automatically art?" YES what is so hard to understand. Art is everywhere and you're just too boring and small minded to notice. This artist has gone to the trouble of perfectly selecting out of the infinite number of colors they could have used and carefully arranged those shapes for you. And you don't like it because it doesn't look like a fucking still life of sum fruits. Fuck you and your miniscule attention span and incapabiltiy to reflect on things. I may be a little drunk but I'm right.

5,554 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#2

Did you guys ever see the car that got into an accident with a truck carrying hagfish

Can you even imagine being this person. Imagine you call your insurance and tell them you got in an accident. They ask what happened and you have to tell them your car got fucking hagfished

15,368 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I know there's been a lot of talk lately about anti-intellectualism and the lack of movies that have souls etc but please don't forget that we also live in the first time in history where just about anyone can create and publish art online. Watch movies posted to directly to YouTube with a thousand views. Read self-published books. Listen to SoundCloud artists. There's a whole world of low budget content out there made solely for the love of art and even if every industry is a capitalist hellscape there will still be people creating art and how lucky are we that we have access to it

35,226 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

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[amelia-yap]

AUEGH

[ahalliance]

how do i turn qantoine’s spontaneous marriage proposal to qetoiles into evidence of his early-days fear of qfrench drifing away and keeping secrets from one another

[thegrimreaperisanerd]

month-long chronic insomnia flareup got me acting a BIT too HDB-esk so I drew myself some Kims. I have cracked it! (The case of 'how to draw this MF')

feat one Harry, ECHEM, and Kineema that I fucking made up from memory because im not studying that beast

[john-jonathy-jonathan-the-3rd]

Drew a spider woman person. Maybe I'll give her hair sometime. Or pants.

Isn't she neat? I think she's neat

[jabeur]

was taken aback by my coworker's genuine kindness today and then taken aback by my (new) other coworker's lack of tact and humanity lol

[n0heart]

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[glimpsesofeuterpe]

i am still sick but feeling better (had like 20 hours sleep time)

[4giorno]

imagine if his hair was just this. this same length in the back.

[volim2017]

gotta say literally all of BBMC losing prio over a dogshit executed plan of prio wipe was not on my bingo card

[cat-dragron]

Going from Ancillary Sword into August Kitko and the Mechs from Space is such like... whiplash to my brain. Ancillary Sword was challenging to read in a way I wasn't expecting but man was it rich as hell, the depth of the worlds and characters in that book are insane. Meanwhile reading AKatMfS is like... the premise is so cool and seems right up my alley but something about the writing is just not gelling with me for whatever reason. I want to get through this book so badly because I am interested but like... part of me is just wondering is this it?? Is this all there is to it?

[silverskyeline]

'messy' 18+

oneshot (request) - logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) pairing - logan howlett (xmen) x f!reader tags - established relationship, fingering, petnames: babygirl, baby, good girl, praising, kind of overstimulation, squirting, lots of squirting, a little rough, he talks reader through it, wet mentions, reader orgasm, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, logan makes reader taste themselves.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

you're splayed out on his lap on the sofa just how he likes you to be, nestled on top of his plush, firm thighs. your knees are bent with your ankles resting over either side of his legs, your back flush with his warm chest, your whole body exposed, open, for him.

logan's thick, calloused fingers lazily stroke your clit, earning soft mewls from your lips as your head tilts back over his shoulder. his other hand is ensuring his middle finger pumps in and out of you at a slow pace, your body craving those broad digits stretching your tight walls.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

you're moaning, gripping his arm for dear life as you squirm in his lap, rolling your hips instinctively. it was beautiful, the way he could make you sing for him, the way he could make your body move for him with just a few simple strokes, almost like a puppet, pulling your strings. he would never consider himself your 'master', but god, you'd let him control you whenever he liked.

he smirks, nuzzling his fuzzy beard into the side of your cheek, his lips finding their place at your ear, "that feel good, baby girl?" logan asks, his voice a deep purr. he already knows the answer.

you gasp at his low-toned voice, gruff like gravel but sweet like honey, "yes. . ."

"mh, that's what i thought. . . think you can take a little more though." he huffs, slipping another finger inside.

your walls clench around the sudden new presence and you moan, loudly, craving the feeling of being filled by him in whatever capacity he's willing to give.

"that's it," he coos, picking up the pace, "good girl, gooood girl. . ." logan loves how easily he can slip inside of you, how he'd always find you dripping, cunt aching, core throbbing for him. his sensitive ears perk up at the sweet sounds of your wet pussy taking his fingers in, the wet schlick sounds filling the room.

your cheeks flush, looking down at the way his fingers are making light work of you, your shirt hiked up to expose your breasts. with the pace increasing, and the way he's so sweetly purring filthy words into your ear. . . you feel a sensation start to build.

it's. . . new, almost uncomfortable but not quite. not the same as an orgasm but almost. it pools low in your belly, just a little out of reach.

but his fingers pick up again, slamming deep inside of you, curling just enough. his fingers circling your clit remain slow in contrast, creating a dizzying combination of sensations that have you clenching around him and calling out his name over and over in some desperate plea. desperation for him to continue, for the building feeling, for him, full stop.

the feeling returns. fuck, it almost feels like you need to piss. your cheeks flush, eyes rolling back as you fight back the feeling, but he's rubbing you and touching you and fucking you too good for you to hold anything back.

"logan," you gasp, arching your back, "l-logan wait-"

but it's too late, before he even has the chance to slow down, you squirt. your juices coat his hands, his fingers, dripping down along his arm and onto the sofa below earning a gasp from both of you.

his eyes widen, stopping his movements immediately causing you to whine at the sudden lack of friction.

then there's silence, save for the lewd wet dripping from the sofa onto the hardwood floor.

your head is reeling, did. . . did you just squirt? fuck, you'd never done that before. heart pounding, you swallow hard, instinctively wanting to apologise for the mess, "shit, sorry i-"

"holy fuck. . ." he whispers shakily before you even have the chance to finish your sentence, "where were you hidin' that from me?" you can hear the smirk in his voice clear as day as he talks into your ear.

"what?" you whisper.

he smirks, kissing your ear, "you didn't tell me you could make cute little messes like that, baby."

"i didn't know i could. . ." you admit, biting your lip as you feel the cool air of the room brush against your dripping sensitive core.

logan's eyes widen, the implication of your words nestling deep in his brain, and groin. he was the first ever to make you squirt, the first to make you feel so good that you couldn't help but make a mess for him. pride swells in his chest, manifesting in a low rumbling smug chuckle at the back of his throat.

". . .think you could make another mess for me?" he hums, his fingers on your clit slowly resuming their movements.

you whimper, the new sensation you experienced was foreign but surprisingly welcomed. you had no idea it felt that good, that you could ever do that. but logan has a way of coaxing everything out of you, cock and fingers playing you like an instrument he's mastered.

"don't know. . ." you mumble, suddenly feeling skittish.

it's then that his fingers start fucking you again, gliding in and out easily, your fluttering hole welcoming the movement. "you can, i know you can." he encourages, nibbling at your ear, "you'll be a good girl, you'll make another mess for me, won't you?"

fuck, his words. his fucking words. every single time they had you acting crazy, letting out sounds you didn't know you could make. and he drinks them in, drinks up all those sweet little sounds from that pretty little mouth of yours that he loves so much.

you simply nod, feeling his digits pumping rougher, curling to find that sweet sweet spot once more. you're not sure if you can even do it again, but logan seems pretty fucking set on making him gush for you at least once more.

he scissors his fingers slightly, stretching you, the motion making you whine with pleasure. but when he pushes in a third finger? that's when you really start screaming for him.

"that's more like it, huh?" he grins, breathing deeply through his nose from how hard he's working you, "just needed a bit more, cus' i know you like it thick baby, don't you? like it thick like my cock?"

you want to gasp, to react to his words, but your eyes are rolling back again, mouth stuck open in an 'o' shape as you feel that sensation build once more. your body is tensing, thighs clenching, back arching, eyes squeezing shut. subconsciously you hold your breath as if that'll help. he's got you right where he wants you, right where he knows you want to be.

seconds later you're gushing, more this time - it lands on the hardwood below with a crude splash and coats his hands nicely. logan laughs, a deep dirty laugh as you writhe. he gives a gentle slap to your clit, then a firmer one, causing more to spill from you along with some squeaks.

"there we go, good girl, what a good girl. . ." you can hear the smirk in his voice, the wide grin he's wearing, the smugness lacing every word that leaves his lips, "feels good to make a mess for me, doesn't it?"

you're breathless, panting, overwhelmed in the best way. and then he speaks again.

". . . i think you can handle one more." logan purrs, movements suddenly fast and hard. his fingers fuck deep into you, curling to hit your g-spot with each calculated thrust. the fingers on your clit speed up, rubbing in practiced circles sending sparks of electricity throughout your body.

you want it too, you'd give it to him over and over again, create messes all night long if your body let you.

god you'd do anything for him, especially in that moment, and how could you not? the way his fingers play with you, toy with you, slide into you. . .

"d-don't know if i can!" you admit, huffing, trying to get more air.

but he shakes his head, "yes you can." is all he says, firmly.

and he's right. moments later you feel it pooling in your belly once more, the accompanying orgasm approaching that threatens to throw you overboard. you're lost in a sea of sensations, stars in your vision, his voice in your ear the only anchor you have to reality. you let it guide you, until you're drenching his fingers and jeans once more, voice ringing out within his bedroom as his voice coaxes and praises you softly.

his fingers on your clit come together to slap down against you, each smack against your sensitive bundle of nerves causing more to spray. you're making such a big mess, his jeans are damp. he doesn't care. this is what he wants, and fuck, if you don't feel the best you've ever felt in your entire life. . .

he keeps going, his fingers steadily pumping into you roughly, desperate to get every last drop as he feels you clamp down around his fingers. you're moaning, gasping, gripping onto his arm for dear life as you ride out your orgasm. it's too much, but it's also perfect. logan watches on in deep satisfaction as you writhe on his lap, his bulge pressing against you above him, cock twitching and rock hard just from touching you.

as your body relaxes, so do his movements, slowing down. he glides his fingers in a few times, enjoying the slick sounds they make before pulling them from your still-fluttering hole. he lazily drifts his damp digits along your tummy, leaving a trail of wetness up to your chest until it finds your mouth.

you part your lips gladly, turning your head to look up at him through hooded lids as you take his fingers in your mouth. diligently, your tongue laps at his fingers, reeling at the taste of yourself on him, dripping from him.

"good girl, you're always so fuckin' good for me. . ." he smiles, kissing your forehead as he watches you, his free hand resting on your tummy. you enjoy the feeling of his large palm against you, making you feel comforted whilst also grounding you after that whirlwind of release.

you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, instead kissing along his fingers and down across the sensitive skin of his knuckles. a silent thank you, for making you feel so good.

logan watches keenly, growling quietly at the stirring in his groin. his eyes flash with something. you'd call it mischief.

your eyes flit up to his, knowing what he's thinking before he's even said it.

"wonder what else you can do. . ." he smirks, "keeping any other secrets from me?" logan asks as he rolls his hips against you, prompting you to feel how hard he is for you and you exhale, relaxing back against him.

it was funny, how he could always push you right to the edge when you think you're spent.

and yet have you craving more. . .

you grin, biting your lip, "wanna find out?"

[neverendingford]

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[beauzos]

replaying the original Ace Attorney trilogy since the AJ remaster is coming out in like 10 days. i will not be done by then but i thought it'd be fun to brush up on the series again before giving the AJ trilogy a crack for the first time.

i played the first trial in Apollo Justice 1 but i got so irritated that i couldn't skip text bcs it was an emulation of the original DS version (and because i didn't like the case very much) i never finished the game. look forward to giving it a real shot this time.

[rhythmmortis]

hello tumblr poster of only image posts without alt text. in front of you are all of your image posts from the past years. you have 24 hours to create image descriptions or else i goig to cry

[love-birds-stuff]

so abt that atsv AU i was talking about,,,

(plus some rambles under the cut)

so some design stuff on s.asha specifically bc so far I only drew her: decided to use her goggles as a part of the mask and kept her signature jacket/headband, and her symbol is based off her hip tattoo on her concept art! I might actually take that as inspiration and use tattoos as a base for the symbols (which means I'm grabbing r.hys and j.ack by the scruff)

another idea i had was for r.hys to be less of a spider-person and more of a symbiote kind of deal, bc this is t.ales-centric i think its a fun way to convey the j.ack AI in some way

and funnily enough, so far I have more ideas for j.ack of all people, I kinda see him falling into a role similar to m.iguel's if that makes any sense? for obvious reasons (daughters mostly) but I feel like for that to happen he'd kind of have to be closer to how he is in TPS than say like BL2 so im just taking things and running with them

and another thing thats just an idea so far, I kinda wanna have my s/i be in a similar role to j.ess and im still working on his actual design but there's some HEAVY biker imagery for starters so I think aesthetically is matches up that and it gives me an excuse to give him a husband (im thinking t.im? maybe?)