#i appreciate you

[seize-the-day-o]

Why did this pick up so much traction-

Eddie.exe has stopped working.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi everyone,

This regards to my recent inbox I got saying I’m not a professional and can’t help those with medical stuff and that I’m not licensed to provide such.

I know I’m not a professional, but I try to provide the most helpful information I can find. This blog is meant to be supportive and educational. And I’m sorry if I’m making any mistakes. I genuinely do my best to help.

I’m aware that I’m not a professional, but I still love to help others and provide the best sources and information I can find.

I’m sorry if my posts aren’t very helpful. But I’m doing to absolute best I can. My blog is meant to be supportive and informative to people regardless if I’m not a professional.

I just hope any of you find it helpful. That’s all that matters to me. I appreciate you all.

[breelynnxoxoxoxo]

Tell Me What You Appreciate! 💋💋💋

[sgt-seabass]

ansjdjddj thank you so much omg. AND IM GLAD YOU AGREE CAUSE WTF WAS CH 4 INFOLD

I KNOW THE END ⋆ sylus x female reader

During a date at the museum, you and Sylus' growing affection intertwines with the portrayal of an ancient battle on a mural, uncovering feelings deeper than you could ever understand. But for Sylus, he knows the end of the story. w/c: 1.2k warnings: angst, feelings, no use of y/n, abstract references to sylus' myth notes: inspired by whatever the fuck was sylus’ tour memo chapter 4 cause that shit hurt beta: @vesearlee

It had been strangely pleasant to spend time with Sylus on his vacation. The atmosphere was domestic and natural, as if your being together was exactly what the world intended.

And even though you were at the event as Mr Sylus’ friend, it was clear to anyone that looked close enough that there was more at play than friendship —fleeting touches, soft contemplations, and the way he would stare at your lips any time he got far too close for a friend. 

It was nice to be out in public with him, to not have to hide in the shadows of the N109 zone.

The night was a flurry of activity, from the excitement of the donations, presentations, and various people coming to speak to Sylus; it wasn’t until you went for a private, late-night walk around the museum that you finally had some time alone with him.

There were many exhibits, each of which you only spared a glance at. Sylus seemed uninterested in the displays, until he stopped in front of an aged, cracked stone mural.

The mural, while only a fragment of the full picture, was a striking depiction of a female warrior with a sword in both her hands, the blade piercing the chest of a beast with horns and wings. 

You leaned in a little closer, feeling Sylus’ eyes watching you as you squatted down to examine the etched stone. Something about it made you feel a hollow pit in your stomach.  Even though it had been restored and the years had done its fair share of wear and tear, you could feel the anguish in the unfinished picture, sense the hesitation in the warrior as she made her final blow to the monster. 

Although for a fiendish monster, he looked remarkably like a man. Even with the features of a fearsome creature, he seemed… small, almost defeated in that moment. As if she held the fate of the world in her hands, and he was nothing but a victim of it.

Was she brave for slaying him? Or was he brave for facing death's door?

Your eyeline followed the intricate etchings of the mural, and as you focused on where the sword pierced the beasts chest, your own hands felt warm, as if you were burdened with his blood on your hands.

Slightly shaken, you stood back up, and Sylus placed his hands on your hips and his chin on your shoulder from behind. “What do you think? You seem entranced,” he asked.

“It’s… Poignant. It seems a bit melancholic; don’t you think?” You asked, relaxing in his hold, the smell of his cologne invading your senses.

Sylus hummed, the sound vibrating into your shoulder. “Hm. I think it’s rather beautiful. But it’s just a warrior slaying a monster, why do you find it sad?”

You considered the mural, letting your head lean against his, your heart thumping in the comfort of his embrace. “The monster doesn’t seem so monstrous to me. He’s not fighting back. If anything, it looks like he’s… he is actually helping her kill him — like she couldn’t deliver the final blow.”

Sylus let out a mirthless chuckle. “You really see so much in just an old fragment of stone?”

“I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It just… feels that way,” you said gloomily, unsure as to why you felt so connected to the ancient piece of art.

“Well,” Sylus hummed. “I can’t have you sad on a night like tonight. Come.” He extended his hand from your waist.

You took his offered hand, and he twirled you around to face him, your eyes meeting. The garnet of his eyes shone in the low light as you gazed upon him.

He truly was beautiful.

“Would you honour me with a dance, miss?” Sylus inquired softly, a gentle smile gracing his lips while warmth bloomed in his crinkling eyes.

“Of course, Mr. Sylus,” you quipped, a playful lilt in your voice as you allowed him to take the lead.

The soft strains of music floated through the elegant gallery of the museum, and Sylus enveloped you in a dance. Each step felt like a silent conversation, your bodies gliding across the polished floor with an effortless grace that spoke of your love. You made a mental note to dance with Sylus more when you both returned back home, each movement more freeing than the last.

Your gown swirled in a cascade of fabric, flowing elegantly with each spin, while Sylus moved with an elegant poise, his strong yet delicate hands guiding you like a master painter bringing life to a canvas. During those moments in his hold, your feet skimmed across the floor, light as a feather, while you twirled and lost yourself in the music. 

A radiant smile adorned your face, and you surrendered to the experience, closing your eyes for a moment as you spun under his careful guidance.

Yet, amidst the enchanting waltz, you couldn’t help but notice Sylus’ fleeting glances towards the mural adorning the wall, alternating between the artwork and your face. It was subtle, but you knew him well enough to notice it. “What is it?” You asked gently, still moving in tandem with him.

He seemed to consider his answer, a thoughtful look crossing his features. “They call me a monster, you know. So I suppose I see some of myself in the beast.”

You shook your head, the idea utterly absurd to you. “You’re no monster, Sylus. Misunderstood, maybe. But you are not a bad person.”

“I’ve done bad things,” he countered quickly, his brow arching as he twirled you around, a flicker of tension made his face grow taut. 

“Good people do bad things,” you replied firmly, your hands gently cupping his cheeks when he came to a stop, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. “I know you, and I know you’re a good person.”

A shadow passed over Sylus’ face, and his smile fell just shy of his eyes; it was clear he didn’t believe it. “Mm, it is your judgement I care about most. I shall have to take your word for it, kitten.”

Your lover pulled you back into the dance, this time his eyes fixed on you, as if he were trying to imprint every detail of the moment into his memory. “When we get home, will you play that song for me again, the one you know on the organ?” Sylus asked hopefully.

“Of course, it is your favourite.”

Without warning, Sylus pulled you into a deep kiss, and the world around you blurred as your hands instinctively found their place in his. A wave of passion coursed through you, sending your mind spiralling into bliss. Your evols instinctively resonated, your hands illuminating your grasp.

You didn’t leave his side for the rest of the evening, not for a moment. Sylus practically clung to you.He had a tendency to become like this sometimes—wrapped in a quiet anxiety—as though he anticipated the world would collapse around him.

 As if he would wake up tomorrow and you’d no longer exist.

As if he believed you were meant to be the brave warrior depicted in the mural. 

As if he expected you to sacrifice him—the monster—for the promise of a new world.

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[i-got-da-rubes]

“Thank you for asking what nobody else did.

What not even I considered.”

Drawn with my non-dominant hand.

[gayeilgeoir]

Just wanna say, love to the non-white feminists who turned to radical feminism after struggles with mainstream feminism, and the non-white women who have done and continue to do so much for radical feminism everywhere, only for misogynists to call Radical feminism “White feminism”

[xxknockoutxx]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃.

◉ 𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

(Forgive me. It's my first time writing NSFW)

Tw: overstimulation, sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, crying, comfort, mention of positions (vague) and a couple of other things lol.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

A huge silent room was filled with the sounds of moans and the repeated smacking of the huge bed smacking the wall. "F-fuck... Baby... You're so cute when you're like this.." Followed by the repeated slamming of his hips into you. By the arch your back was making you would assume that it would just break after one more thrust. The entire bed and its frame shook intensely and the room was filled with a vague sweet smell.

At this point your legs gave out already and you were laying on the bed taking it with nothing but a few whines and an intense grip on the pillow in front of you. "T-toru w-wait. I can't-..." He followed this up with a chuckle. "Don't worry just let me take care of you..."

The speed picks up and all you can do is feel. Blinded by your watery eyes, all you can see is a blurry pillow that's drenched in tears. Your poor cervix being hit every single time and repeatedly getting abused by Satoru's huge cock as it thrusts back in you deeper and deeper until... "Limitless!"

The entire mood and atmosphere of the room goes grey as he immediately gets up and checks on you. "Baby, fuck, I'm so sorry are you okay?" You twitch uncontrollably as you keep your face in the pillow trying to recollect yourself. Satoru grabs some water and snacks before coming back to you quickly and gently putting you in his lap.

"fuck... I'm so sorry..." You sniffle and look up at him. "I-its okay.. I was just a little overstimulated" Satoru had a face disgust with himself before you kissed his neck and jawline before leaving a long kiss on his nice red lips. "'s okay baby I know you just felt good..." He looked up at you and put his self disgust aside and grabbed the snacks/candy and shot you a worried "I'm sorry" look.

"Break?"

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

"Fuck..baby, you look so pretty under me" You squirm under him as the thrust of his cock sends shock through your entire body. You were trapped under him with thighs putting infinite secondhand pressure on your chest while your feet hung over his shoulders.

" 'guru, wait- I... mmph!" Your whines were muffled by 2 long fingers entering your mouth. "Suck" Just then you followed his orders with little hesitation. But the more and more he thrust into your abused cunt the more and more your tears and numbness caught up to you.

The build up to your third orgasm was evident and it wasn't graceful. "S-Suguru!" He responded with a grin and even rougher treatment. "Overstimulated?" He said looking down at you. It was less of a concerned face and tone more of a condescending one. You looked up at him feeling like the pressure inside you was going to burst.

"Curse!" In an instant the reality had set in a few seconds late. He pulled out which made a small 'pop' noise. When he saw you gasping for air and clenching your thighs together. His mood shifted and he left to go fetch a towel. After cleaning up he put you to bed and let you rest after stepping out of the room.

When you woke up you noticed the soreness in your legs and chest was mostly gone and the fact that Suguru wasn't there. Confused, you sent a text asking where we went. "Y/N, sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to go that far. I should've stopped sooner, I'm downstairs right now and I got you food it's on the table I just figured you would want to have time to yourself after that" you could hear the guilt in his texts and that made you feel guilty. "No Suguru it's okay, I'd feel better if I were with you :)" "alright, I'm coming 🩶"

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

What a predicament to be in. Folded like a pretzel in the lap of your husband after a particularly rough day at work which led to the same treatment reflected in your sex life. Two large hands grip your waist and help you navigate up and down his huge shaft with subtle grunts.

"K-Kento-" "Quiet, All I need is another Hour" "that's the thing I don't think I have another hour in me-" A small pause was followed by a grunt. "Then I'll get my hours worth now" Restricting your hands and holding down your waist he thrusts up into you with intense speed.

It made you want to shatter right then and there. A growing feeling of sickness arises inside your stomach. "K-Kento... Wait... please" A giant hand silences your cries and the reoccurring hits on your cervix pushes you over the edge. Tears stream out of your eyes and your tongue sticks out of your mouth. "Overtime!"

His automatic husband mode completely overpowered his angry, tired, and needy personality. He took you off his lap and laid you down. "Honey, I'm so sorry are you alright?" You roll over to go under the covers with a shiver. "I'm fine kento, I just need some rest, please don't worry." Despite the alarm in his face he agreed. But he might use this as a reason for him to take a break from his sex life.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

At this point you're questioning if you're even alive or if you will be alive when you're done with this if you'll ever be done with it. Right now, being rammed into repeatedly, you lay there just thinking about your decisions which is even harder to do when you can't even focus on something as simple as speaking and breathing.

"t-toj-..." The feeling of his cock slapping your pussy over and over again, making you drool. "Heh, y'r putting on a show aren't 'cha?" In return all he got was a mumble and some broken moans. It was evident that you weren't in the right state of mind when being fucked dumb on his thick length.

"t-toji, I- I can't... 's too much..." A low groan and snicker came from toji as lifted you higher and fucked into you faster and harder. The pleasure and pain evident on your face as you both looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sure it wasn't his favorite position but having you in a full Nelson made him experience an excitement deep within him.

"Damn it, Broke Bitch!" You hiss. "Well that was just mean, doll" he looks at you with a half disappointed and confused face and puts you down. Which you immediately fell on the floor, face first because your legs gave up. "Help me, Brokie" "Nah I don't think I wanna after you called me a broke bitch and clocked out early"

"TOJI on everything I love, you not being one of them, if you don't get me off this dirty fuckin floor..." With a sigh and way too much attitude he obliged. "Fine ya big baby" He picks you up and chucks you on the bed. "Clearly you're washed up" your eyebrows furrowed. As you took sight of his boldness "And clearly your broke ass doesn't understand the fact that I pay the bills in this fucking house and if you don't get your shit together you gonna be sleeping with that fuckin cat"

"yes Ma'am" with a smirk you accept the blanket given to you and snuggle in the big velvety sheets. "Thank you, Brokie Toji"

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨

Straddling Choso was always one of your favorite things to do and he likes it too. "F-Fuck Cho! 's so good" "fuck.... Right there, Ma..." As you continue to ride him your legs slowly started to feel more numb. As good as it felt you didn't know how much longer you could bring yourself to doing this.

"Cho' I don't know how much longer I can keep this up" "Come on mama, you're doing so well..." Choso grips your hips tightly and continues to guide you on his cock. Giving you some words of support while doing so. Tears well up in your eyes as your body starts to give out leaving you to just silently cry for release.

Your hips crash down on his cock repeatedly as a nice silky white ring forms at his base. "That's it baby, just a little more...shit.." his grip only intensifies as he speeds up and gets slightly more possessive. "Cho' please, let's take a break!" "What...?" Clearly, he took that the wrong way which caused him to be even more possessive.

He wrapped his arms around you and thrusted faster. "Mine..." Choso was more terrified of you leaving more than anything so anything that sounded remotely close to a break up just broke him. "Blood!" The gears in choso's head stopped turning. He didn't even realize what was happening for around 10 seconds before he realized you used your safe word.

"Shit, I'm so sorry! Y/N, please forgive me!" Your mind was still fuzzy but you were still conscious enough to know that Choso was 2 seconds away from freaking out. "Hey, hey it's okay! I meant let's relax and take a break." You wipe your tears and his forming tears and you two just quietly cuddle and enjoy each other's company."

𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

Even though you should be pretty used to overstimulation, this time is particularly worse because it wasn't just overstimulation. this time it was followed by teasing and it wasn't ideal because this time he didn't take it easy.

"c'mon brat, where's that pretty face gone?" Tears stroll down your face and cover your cheeks. Being fucked dumb on Sukuna wasn't knew but when he chose to be in his true form and in front of people, it was quite literally the worse experience ever.

"'Kuna... I can't.. 's too much-" like those pathetic mumbles were to do anything, the only thing happening right now that was different was the fact that he now seemed prouder in a way. Showing you off like a trophy for all of those lower than him to see.

"M-murder!" His eyes widened slightly as he came to a stop. Then they turned into one of boredom. He dismissed everyone before going back to you. "Brat what's the problem?" Trying to catch your breath while crying wasn't easy. It was even harder when he didn't pull out.

"Kuna, can we take a break, please?" You almost stumble over your words while trying to collect yourself. He takes you off his lap and places you on his throne.

"I'll tell Uraume to drop off some towels and clothes for you, when you are ready, come find me". He started to walk away leaving you with his kimono. "You know where to find me."

"thanks, Kuna..."

"...you're welcome Y/N"

✩*⢄⢁✧ ----.・。.・゜✭.・✫・゜.・。.・・.----✧⡠*☆

An: OMG ITS DONE. sorry everyone this isn't my normal writing style and I was also battling with myself about making it more graphic, I don't have a problem with that stuff but I have to get over the ick of writing it out. As for the safe words I didn't have them planned so I just spat out some bullshit. Ngl I actually felt a little weird writing it but y'know I ended up doing it so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ good for me I guess lol.

@smionrileyswifetehe

⏤͟͟͞͞✧𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱.

[choco-conducter]

omg you’re so right

Next time I gotta dedicate a post to S-mart Ash.

I love S-mart Ash‼️‼️‼️

So I am never doing backgrounds again (at least not for awhile its too hard and i did not like how it turned out) but anyways hehehe finally tried to do something beyond flat colors and making him more grimy. He's so much fun to draw

[dumblr]

If you defend my name when i’m not around i appreciate you.

[motryaa]

grian and his bombastic husband

(for my darling girlfriend)

i know just a little bit more about them now

apparently, the bombastic guy is no longer sort of dead? zombie husband? nice

stay tuned because i am now watching 6 season of hermitcraft for a deeper understanding of these guys

[pikavani]

I'm such a dumbass sometimes!! (joking)

After I announced my struggle with Artblock, I felt like such a failure and immediately put my phone and IPad aside... I didn't even read all the wonderful and uplifting comments you guys wrote.

I couldn't add every single text to this picture but believe me, I now read all of your texts!

Thank you so much for reaching out to me and giving me the courage to take a break!

It's unbelievable how much I fell in love with this Fandom and Community... you guys are so sweet!! I appreciate you very much! 🥺💕

I wish I could express my feelings towards you better!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!

Enjoy the day with your special someone ❤

and if you're single remember:

There is you and you. This is a relationship. This is the most important relationship ❤❤❤

[outsidersandlostboys]

The Lost Boys Dating headcanons:

(These are personally what I think they’d be like but lmk if these characters are wrong because I can’t write in character for shit 🥲👍)

David would turn away when he exhales the smoke from his cigarette so it doesn’t cause you to cough.

Cuddle pile. Consisting of David reluctantly joining, Dwayne being the most considerate of your space, Marko holding your waist and Paul being Paul.

Paul or Marko sneaking you gummies. Not just any gummies. Those gummies. Of course till they notice them setting in. Or David finds out about it and then has both of the vampire’s asses for it.

Each of the boys would be different trip sitters. David would probably not be the best, as he’d probably tell you your hands are purple or something like that to mess with you. Dwayne is dependant, he’d probably be a little cautious at times, but I feel like he’d also toy with you and joke around lots. Paul would also get high with you so you wouldn’t feel alone. Marko would probably have to take over for Paul. (This happens more than occasionally.)

Paul is more touch driven. Marko is acts of service. Dwayne is quality time. David is words of affirmation.

Their kisses taste different but also the same. Dwayne and Marko will definitely taste like candy or blood. Or Marko and Paul will definitely have the taste of weed in their mouth. David will most likely have some bit of alcohol or nicotine on his breath, or also blood.

Will definitely need you to clean out the stains in their clothes with cold water. You’ll probably go through 40 detergent bottles.

The boys will probably have long nails. Claws more like. If you can paint nails, they’ll ask. Paul and Marko would be immensely intrigued (yes Paul would get a hello kitty stickler on his nails)

David would only let you paint his nails black or white or purple

Dwayne doesn’t care about nail colour, he will however flaunt the shit out of your work. “Oh you like my nails? Well my partner did them for me.”

I honestly think that Paul would have you trying random stuff with them. Like mixing drinks. He’d make you try anything. Even if it is just straight rum.

Marko would let you add more stuff to his jacket. Or let you stick pencils and stuff into his curls.

David won’t let you touch his hair, but he will definitely touch yours. He’ll even try braiding it. Though if you want anything proper then Dwayne or Paul are the true hair stylists to go to

They’d be caring, but also annoying, and clingy. And of course protective and defensive

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I couldn’t think of much sorry!

I’ve been so busy and tbh the real mvp here is you and also my sleeping partner next to me. (He’s dealing with the light from my phone lol)

I hope to write more, and tbh I really do love this movie. Cry little sister is an amazing song.

Anywho! Happy early Halloween! Stay safe and I hope you all have fun in your costumes!

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hey everyone,

I have decided to close my inbox for now. People are trolling me and keep being trolls and mean. It doesn’t help that I had a nightmare about sexual abuse yesterday where I was the abuser to my former friend. I would never, EVER, do such a thing. I have no idea where the anons are coming up with this abuse by autistic people. But I guarantee you that autistic people are abused more than they say.

If you all want me to talk about women and autism, that’s perfectly fine. I just want people to leave me alone. If they’re looking to make me angry, then it will be futile. I won’t give in to some troll on the internet. Just leave if you want. No need to post some offensive stuff in my inbox.

I think I’ll take a break for a bit. I hope you understand.

[indulgemyweirdness]

Every so often, I will look up @kaity--did just to see what she, her gremlin child and himbo husband are up to and you know what? I have never been disappointed. It waters my crops, cures my depression and warms my cold heart. This is an appreciation post.

All Hail the Sludge Queen (and her loving but tired parents peasants)!

[bet-h]

Test #6

[shanicetjn]

Celeste & Rolan

Commission for @dontbegreedy of her Baldur's Gate OC - Celeste with Rolan.

Check out my progress below.

Completed - 2 July 2024