#i cannot be arsed anymore

[awinglessduck]

Hmmmm, my throat is feeling covid-y.

And I saw someone wearing a face mask on the street the other day. Coincidence?

[3amsnek]

weird (not quite) autumn- one layer practice Mae with some vague leaves stuck on for funsies

[sgtpeppers]

Get Back (2021): Day Four - Tuesday 7th January, 1969 "Ever since Mr. Epstein passed away, it's never been the same."

[fivewholeminutes]

Guess who FINALLY has started @a-s-levynn's Series Of Small Offerings!!!

PART ONE Thread the Needle

Just look at where we're lying / An invisible space

It turns out i look at the proposed lyrics and suddenly get a Thought™ and follow it, so prepare for the offerings to be weird. In this case i thought of the invisible space being between Vessel and his mask, at the very beginning, before Vessel, before Him.

You can interpret it any way you want, i don't know what that means either, I just like dark drawings with a single source of light. Prepare to a lot of offerings like this too.

And apologies for the quality, I hate this paper, but I like the size of this notebook, do you see my problem

[stergeon]

i also write exclusively with fountain pens (cursive anon)

anyways i liked your recent comic, i feel like edelgard's cuteness is amplified by her short statue. makes me want to pick her up like a cat lol (says someone who is also short)

Byleth: Like a cat, huh...

Edelgard: ... can I help you?

Byleth: Tada

Edelgard: UNHAND ME THIS INSTANT

anon, you really shouldn't give her any ideas. for edelgard's sake.

[dullahandyke]

[ID: a screenshot of Google Translate, which shows that the Irish word for 'character' is 'carachtar'. End ID]

Why do I even ask like

[the-casbah-way]

when i wake up after a meltdown im like ok im going to be nice to myself today and then i end up being just as mean to myself in my head as i always am except i’ll also maybe let myself go to bed like an hour earlier as a treat

[mmvalentine]

I just want to read and write depraved shit on the internet and instead I have to WORK???!!!!!!!!!! What is this godforsaken shitttttt???!!!!!!!!!!!

[lonelywoodlouse]

Urghhhhh I have school on Wednesday and 3 books to annotate which i cant do tomorrow and I have to see the people that I hate and actually deal with them instead of ignoring them all summer and I have to try and find my pe kit Becuase I left it at school and I’m just so done

[room-on-broom]

I can't upload videos to tiktok. tumblr won't let make posts with photos or pictures in. I seem to have been shadowbanned or something on Instagram . What the fuck whereabouts I meant to post my illustrations then???

[timoswerner]

filling my appraisal form in and i had to look at last years to see what i’d put my goals as.... and i have not achieved them lmao

[toomuchracket]

pool party (d word matty x reader fluff/smut)

day 21 of summer75, and today we have a fun little look at the reality of these fuckers' relationship before anybody knew they were a thing (aka, the one where they're both horny but can't fuck without being suspicious or caught). enjoy <3

you: do u like black or lilac better

matty 😚: in what context?

you roll your eyes, quickly firing back a reply. just pick a colour, babe

matty 😚: lilac

you: thank u <3 i'll meet you all in a min

matty 😚: hurry up please i miss u

you: will do, lover

chucking your phone into your beach bag, you giggle to yourself as you slip into a lilac bikini and sandals. there's a fading hickey the same colour as your swimsuit just under your jaw, you notice as you fix your hair in the mirror, but you don't bother trying to cover it up - hopefully, in wearing your secret boyfriend's favourite colour to a pool party where he cannot touch you at all, you’ll get more of them later.

judging by matty’s expression when you waltz out of the villa to the pool a few minutes later, more marks are a certainty tonight. you spot him as soon as you step outside, lazing insouciantly on a sunlounger, hair dripping wet and body shimmering in the sunshine, and for the briefest of moments you feel truly distraught that you can't just go and drape yourself over him, let his hand find its way to your arse as it does whenever you cuddle up to him. but the feeling passes in favour of exhilarated glee when you notice his jaw drop at the sight of you, a feeling that grows when he slides his sunglasses up to let his eyes trail better over your body. you wink at him, and he smirks, putting his glasses back on when your attention is taken by john asking if you want a drink, to which you eagerly respond in the affirmative.

all in all, you don't actually end up anywhere near matty for about an hour, preoccupied with chatting to your friends, taking pictures with the girls, eating your way through the massive fruit salad adam decided to make “so nobody gets too pissed because they haven't eaten anything”; only after that do you strategically go to sit on the edge of the pool near where your boyfriend and george are splashing each other and laughing like kids, dangling your legs in the warm water while you light up a cigarette and sip at your pornstar martini.

as soon as you exhale your first drag, george seems to materialise in the water front of you, matty trailing behind him (and looking at you like you're a three course meal). “my good friend,” he begins, all gravel drawl and grin. “might i perhaps have one of those cigarettes, please?”

“christ, you're like a bloodhound. here,” you pull the pack and lighter from your bag, setting them down beside you. as george pulls himself out of the pool to sit next to you and light up, you turn to your boyfriend. “you having one?”

matty shakes his head, eyes never leaving your body. “s'not what i want right now, darling.”

“no? alright,” you take another drag, spreading your legs slightly to give him a better look at what he does want while you sip your drink. “want a taste?”

his eyes widen, flicking up to yours in disbelief. “hmm?”

you wave your glass at him, face as saccharine as your cocktail. “of the drink.”

“oh, i- no, thank you,” matty shakes his head. “sorry. blanked for a second there.”

george scoffs. “matty, you fucking perv, she didn't mean it like that,” he turns to you while matty splutters out a response of some kind. “sorry about him, mate. doesn't know how to act around attractive women anymore cos he hasn't gotten any in so long,” he laughs, smirking when he notices the mark on your neck. “but apparently you have! good for you. i trust it was decent?”

you're acutely aware of matty, completely still in the water while he waits for you to answer - you smirk, deciding to fuck with him a little. “well, to be honest, george,” you stub out your cigarette, pausing dramatically. “it was mid.”

matty snorts, squinting at you - disbelieving, but to anyone else it would look like he's just affected by the sun - while george cackles. “was it anyone we know?”

“well, a lady never tells,” you smile, turning to your boyfriend. “matty, if i get in the pool, will you carry me? don't wanna get my hair wet.”

he rolls his eyes. “you're such a princess. get in here.”

giggling at the nickname, you down the rest of your drink. “bye, george. don't smoke all my fags!”

“i won't!”

“you better not! right,” you slide into the water, wrapping your limbs around matty and beaming when he grabs your arse and starts to walk towards the centre of the pool. “hiya.”

“afternoon. you comfy?”

“yeah… wait, just let me,” you wriggle around a little in his grasp, accidentally-on-purpose pushing your boobs into his face for a second before looking at him with a shit-eating grin. “oopsies.”

“you're lucky i can't spank you underwater, you know,” matty smirks, walking the two of you further from the rest of your friends. “for that, and for that fucking mid comment earlier. mid? me making you squirt on my dick was mid?”

you whimper at the memory, clit tingling as you recall the five consecutive orgasms you made it through, before it all got too much to bear and you soaked your boyfriend, much to his delight. “no, daddy, m'sorry,” you tuck your face into his neck, softly kissing it. “was a bad joke. loved it, really,” you move to whisper in his ear. “love you.”

matty's whole demeanour changes - he softens, attitude melting away to reveal the sweetheart you know and love so much. “s'alright, princess, i love you too,” he turns to kiss your head before pulling back to smile at you. “my beautiful girl, in my favourite colour. that was sweet of you to ask, baby.”

“just wanted to turn you on, really.”

he laughs. “well, you've done that, sweetheart,” he pulls your bottom half closer into his. “feel how fucking hard you've got me?”

“yeah,” you breathe. “shit, i wish you could fuck me right now.”

“same,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “d'you think we're being too obvious, by the way? like… you clinging to me?”

“every single person here saw you do a tequila shot from between my tits a month before we were even together, so…” you giggle, hugging him tighter when he laughs too. “i think we're good.”

“s'pose,” matty turns his head towards the rest of your friends, where ross is yelling something about ordering dinner. he sighs. “we'd better go and see them, yeah?”

“might as well,” you reply glumly, sighing dramatically as matty carries you through the water. “guess i'll just have to have sex with you in a pool some other time.”

“oh, believe me, darling, i'll do everything i can to make that happen,” he kisses your head, the final brush of his lips on your skin before you run the risk of being caught. “tonight, though, i do have that massive bath in my room, if you like…”

“absolutely. i'll be there at eight.”

“looking forward to it, princess.”

[writingsofwesteros]

i saw that requests are open now! hopefully im not too late, cause i love your writing.

can i request more aemond x innocent reader? maybe daemon and rhaenyra’s daughter, who he is completely obsessed with. six years and he cannot take it anymore, so he flies to dragonstone and sneaks in to fuck and breed her, so that she end ups getting betrothed to him 🫣

AN: Hi, I hope you like it . Some Aemond for you all x

NSFW

“You have to be quiet.” Aemond whispered into your ear; his hand gently around your mouth and muffling the cries of pleasure threatening to escape you. Your eyes were wide and locked onto him as the Prince pulled you against his bare chest. Your soft, ample breasts bouncing with his jerking of his hips. 

“Good girl.” The Prince hummed and lent in to begin hotly mouthing at your soft neck. Your soft spot allows him to take control. His hand moved over your bulging stomach; pushing down on you. Two of his fingers slipped inside your hot, drooling mouth as his thick cock pushed deeper inside you.

You bounced on his fat cock again and again; his head brushing against your soft spot with ease. Your moans easily muffled by him had Aemond chuckling darkly into your ear. Your mouth watering scent moving over him. “Fuck..you are so good.” He whispered his praises easily to you.

The sound of bodies slapping against each other continued to echo around the room as he quickened his pace. His hand slowly moved down your stomach; his slender fingers brushing over your sensitive pussy. Your walls spasmed around his cock whilst his thumb slowly circled your clit.

Your legs began to shake as you locked eyes with him once more. Aemond’s smirk still on his face. Your eyes were rolling back once more as he thrust deeper. “Going to have you full of my babe soon.” He whispered into your ear and all you could do was whimper and stare with such wide eyes.

Aemond pushed his fingers deeper inside your mouth; your gagging had his cock twitching inside you. “Can’t…” You babbled against his palm, which only seemed to anger Aemond some more. He pushed you down onto the bed; your face burrowing into the pillows in front of you as he fucked you hard.

He harshly palmed at your arse as he looked down. His bright eyes widening in pleasure as he watched his fat cock push inside you again and again. All you could do was take it; slowly moving back against him. Your soft, ample breasts bouncing with each movement as your walls fluttered around him.

His slender fingers returned to your sensitive clit and began to pinch in punishment. Your gasps are still muffled by the pillow before you. “Aemond…” You whimpered out breathlessly; your moans of pleasure escaping you. Aemond couldn’t hold back any longer. His grunts of pleasure echoing.

“Good girl..so good..”  Aemond whispered into your ear. His body on top of you as his release came over him. His cum flooded your weeping pussy as his hand roughly rubbed against your clit. You cried out his name; this time it echoed around the room as you thrashed around in his hold.

His hand slowly moved to your stomach as you began to settle down. His dark smirk only widening.

~

“I can’t believe you have done this.” Alicent whispered. Those big, brown eyes of hers filled with disappointment. Aemond could only shrug; his carelessness coming off him in waves as the Queen stared. You began to nervously play with your fingers as you looked between the two of them.

“It will be well, mother…an alliance with this marriage.” Aemond tried to convince her as his hand reached for you. Was this all you were to him? A chess piece..a toy; those thoughts raced through your mind. It seemed the Green Queen was coming around, you thought to yourself as you watched on.

“We shall plan this then.” Alicent finally spoke as you moved into his side. The Queen is still terrifying you and you couldn’t stop your heart pounding in your ears as you watched her leave the room. “Aemond…” You softly whispered when it was just the two of you all alone. Your nervousness is only rising.

He slowly moved his head for his eye to lock onto you. The stare alone was enough to have you gulping. His hands slowly moved up and down your sides as you stayed impossibly close to him for some comfort. A near scoff escaped you at the idea of Aemond bringing anyone comfort; never mind you.

“Is there something wrong?” He hummed as if this whole situation was not wrong. Gods, he was unbelievable. A smirk tugged on his lips as he watched your face; reading your expression as easily as ever. His hand gently moved to cup your face; his thumb brushing across your still blushing cheeks.

“Nobody will accept this.” You whimpered out; your hand slowly moved over your small, swollen stomach. Aemond’s hand gently moved on top of you. His slender fingers brushing over the dress with a softer smile coming over his face. You were not sure what frightened you more, if you were honest with yourself.

“I’ll make them.” His tone was dark and had you nearly shivering as you began to chew on your bottom lip. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip as he leaned close. Gently, he rested his head on yours. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead whilst your own mind was so loud. 

You did not believe he could…not in a pleasant way anyway, you thought to yourself as your eyes fluttered. Gods, what had you done, you thought to yourself. Your heart is fluttering madly now. His lips were soon on yours as you melted against his chest; your hands moving onto him now.

His arms wrapped around you, keeping you impossibly closer. His mouth watering scent washed over you. You bowed your head; hiding into him as the height difference between the two of you was shown. Your hands slowly moved to reach his larger ones and began to play with his fingers.

Aemond’s smile only became softer as he watched your movements. Gently, the Prince brought your hand up to his lips. A soft kiss was placed on you and for a moment; everything else melted away. All the troubles you knew would come seemingly disappeared in that small moment.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - Loustat (SPOILERS) Pt2: Reunion

You don't know the HALF of what Lestat feels for Louis, to let YOUR grimy arse steal his man, just for LOUIS's happiness. ANYTHING for Louis.

Am I the only one who felt left hanging? We BEEN knew it didn't make sense, but what's your POINT, exactly? If Louis misremembered Lestat whispering, it's just par for the course about the odyssey of recollection. But if Lestat DID do telepathy, is that evidence of...what? That the vampire bond works differently than what's been explained? That he COULD read Lou's mind? AMC, this is AGGRAVATING.

Your goose is COOKED, my guy.

The copium & denial pack Louis was smoking as he laughed was 🤌

That's right, start sweating!

Master manipulation; cuz he certainly would NOT have, as we soon find out. ANYTHING for Louis. (Dang, Imma have to take back some of what I said about Lestat's character development not having started yet.)

I was shocked. I was NOT expecting this plot twist. I was ready to throw Lestat out with the rest of the TRASH, in the DUMP. Well dang. Guess I'll only leave him rotting in a TINY landfill.

I nearly SCREAMED--@nashvillethotchicken and I were talking about Loustat as Bobby and Whitney ages ago! I cannot BELIEVE AMC threw in a New Edition reference in the year of our lord 2024; y'all are diabolical AF, Rolin, STOP IT.

I wonder if AMC used Hurricane Odette cuz the OG script was set in pandemic!2020, so it would make sense that a year later Louis would head back to NOLA during 2021 when Hurricane Odette last hit.

That looks like NOLA's Pontchartrain Hotel--lemme find out he bumped into the Mayfairs when Rowan & them were in town, LOL.

Lestat got more aliases than the KGB; meanwhile Louis just sprinkles his long AF unique AF name all over the place. 🤦 But I guess it's ok, since the tour guide never mentioned him & Claudia by name. (Not Tom Anderson in another finale, LOL.) Louis so offended the tour guide said he ran a voodoo cult. XD

Fall of the House of Lioncourt-Melmouth.

You're gosh darned right! THEE Louis of Troy is in the building!

You love to see it. "A wearisome fledgling; all the millennials are--" not Lestat making PALE PROXIES of rat-catcher extraordinare LDPDL out of millennials. 😭

Lestat, if you don't get your crazy arse outta here with that bloodstained wooden keyboard Imma ROTFLMFAO.

NO JOKE, I effed up my friend's whole set when I started screaming "Siri, Pause," cuz my friend's Siri started freaking out and effed up the volume! XD

HERE WE EFFING GOOOOOOOO

(Best scene all season, fight me on this)

You know this was TEARING Lestat up, cuz of what happened in 1973--I gave Louis to you so you could do BETTER by him than EYE did, and instead it's NICKI ALL OVER AGAIN.

Imma smack him--this is NOT the time to be self-loathing, Lestat!

NOLA is my home--and the SAINT is not a city--I'm gonna cry.

He did. He just forgot, when reality settled in and the allure/nostalgia/glamour wore off. "I tried to make nights awful for you." Not the whole time, Louis. Y'all actually were happy b4--even Claudia said "the easy times" stopped after Florence died; and esp. after Charlie died. Lou can't be blamed for grieving his mom's death, and he definitely can't be blamed for Lestat & Claudia falling out after Charlie. Everything that happened after that--the 7 years of depression--was ALSO Lestat's fault. "I wanted you to suffer, cuz I was suffering;" I'm glad Les just waved that aside and said they BOTH wronged e/o.

He's not suicidal anymore then! He has nights in front of him to look forward to! So Lou can finally "learn to live honestly" with HIMSELF.

And Lestat dove RIGHT ON IN with that! He's been carrying that with him for DECADES, worried about Louis & what happened.

I LOVE that Les' language changes (the way his voice CRACKS and goes so TINY, oml)--he asked Lou in 1973 if he was "ill," and if something had happened TO him; so as to not spook/trigger or blame him--but he can ask more candidly now in a (relatively) "healthier" 2024 if Lou tried to hurt/kill himself; and get a more candid/honest answer. CLOSURE, y'all, I'm gonna cry.

GOOOOOOD. Don't EVER forget your daughter. Y'all need to have a Claudia Memorial; to KEEP remembering her, as she was in all her vampiric splendour, the good times AND the bad times.

I KNOW this hurt Louis to his effing core. The way Jacob cried FIRE!

I'm so glad Lou hugged him--YES YOU WERE, Uncle Les. And you KNOW it; you FELT that bond b/t y'all, even if she never looked at you. The distance b/t y'all was in name only, cuz a little Black girl couldn't have TWO daddies in 1917 and have one of them be white on top of it. I AM YOUR MAKER, sure, but you were her BLOOD FATHER, and she loved you, which is why she hoped you'd help her.

ANOTHER ROUND IN THE STORMY ROMANCE OF YOU TWO. 😭👏

What are these magical off-mic speeches/pep-talks Louis keeps giving people in Season 2?!? THE PEOPLE WANNA KNOW, gosh darnit!

DRATS.

I get why Jam said they thought the Loustat ending was "satisfying." It was nice, even though I'd've preferred to see Lestat in the Dubai penthouse at the end. :\

I LOVE THIS, AMC, thank you! ❤️

[3lisorahh]

Sometimes I don't like and I'm upset by the fact that the loa are presented from a psychological point of view, like they seriously claim that nothing changes, but only our view of the world changes to a more positive one It throws me off track because sometimes I see posts that the loa does not change our lives, but simply pushes us to take actions to achieve what we want, although bloggers claim that we don't need to do anything, sometimes I don't know where the truth is anymore..

hey hun! I'm a psychology student, and I feel your pain. for me, I whole heartedly believe in the law of assumption- but I once sadly also believed in the law of attraction. I hate how loattraction truthers say that you need to work and fight for what you want. like who in the hell thought you need to sweat your arse off to get what you want 😭! I believe that the loattraction only got famous in 2020-21 because a lot of psychologists introduced it to all platforms. from a psychology student pov: you do not need to do anything to manifest. I feel as though a lot of psychologists said you need to work in order to get your desire, is because we were all taught that we need to work for everything in order to get to where you want to be. but that is just bull$hit. we know that the only thing we need to do in order to get our desire is to change self. everything happens in the mind first. every conversation, every action happens within you first. me and my psychology teacher both think this. almost every psychology teacher I have met said this. even a really big psychology professor said this in my hometown.

the only true manifestation law is the law of assumption.

also I really hope you were talking about the law of attraction, cuz one things for sure- I still cannot translate from english to hungarian very good 😃.

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Mommah's Birthday Bash - Day 28

"I can't take it anymore." Eric growls. "The smell of you, I can't resist." He sinks to his knees, grabbing you by the hips and drawing you closer. "Take off your trousers, please." He looks up at you. His eyes are practically begging you. You smirk down on him. "Will you beg?" You purr. Eric shakes his head. You tisk softly. "Then I will not undress." You cooe.

"I will get you out of those clothes, one way or another." Eric says.

"I want you to beg." You reply. Eric's jaw sets sternly. "I shall not." He replies firmly. "Then no pussy for you." You cooe. "You won't deny me, you can't resist me." Eric growls. He kisses you fiercely. You moan and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. "Gods." He growls against your lips. "Now who can't resist who?" You tease. He gropes your arse and hips, before tearing your jeans to ribbons. "Eric!" You gasp. He grins wickedly. "Yes, my little love?" He purrs. "Those were nice jeans." You tell him firmly. "No, they were not, they were in my way." He replies.

He grabs you carefully by the throat and pulls you closer. "I want you naked and I have no patience for your games. Now do as I want." He hisses. He closes the distance, kissing you fiercely. You feel your knees grow weak. You moan into his mouth, clinging to his arms. Eric smirks, his tongue finding yours. You moan louder, letting him claim your mouth. Eric smirks into the kiss, his hand tightening a little on your throat.

He pulls away when he notices that you cannot adequately suck in oxygen anymore. You are panting raggedly when he lets go of your throat. "Now, your shirt, too." He growls. You huff, displeased despite how blissful the kissing has made you feel. You refuse to let him be in charge.

"Beg." You whisper. But Eric gathers your shirt in his hands, tearing it to tatters. "Not today." He growls. "I smell you. You need me, you need me as much as I do you." Eric hisses. "Now, those flimsy shreds of lace have to go to. I mean to fuck you, like a beast." He says. "Not like this." You whisper. "Yes, like this." Eric smirks down on you. There is a wicked glint in his pale blue eyes. Tonight is going to go his way, that glint assures you.

He presses his face into the crook of your neck. "Exactly like this." His fangs scrape against your skin. You shudder in his embrace. You do your best not to moan. You don't want him to win this one. Eric chuckles. "I can smell you, you know." He purrs. "You want this, you want me." His fangs puncture your skin, slowly and as gently as he can. You moan softly. He drinks from you, deep and greedy. But he makes sure not to take too much. He moans against your neck and tears up your lingerie. You want to scold him, but you're beyond that. You just want him.

"Fuck me." You mewl.

Eric laughs and throws you onto the bed. "You make this too easy." He quickly undresses and crawls on top of you. "You did not want me to make it hard for you." You retort. "And neither did you." Eric purrs. He kisses you fiercely. You moan into his mouth.

He wastes no time in lining up, shoving into you till the hilt. You moan even loudly. This is exactly what you were needing. Though you would have preferred to maintain charge for a little while. It is not on your mind anymore, though. All you can think of is Eric's cock slamming into you, over and over again. You can only moan unintelligibly.

Eric fucks you until you gently place your hand on his thigh. "Sore?" He asks. You nod silently. "Shall I stop?" Eric purrs. You shake your head. "I want you to finish." You whisper. "No, that is not safe for you." Eric says firmly. "I can handle it. And you will heal me if I get injured." You reply stubbornly.

He grabs you by the chin. "Don't be stupid." His accent deepens a little. "Eric, please." You whine. But he shakes his head. "No." He pulls out. You whine at the loss. "Eric please." You sit upright. "I want to have your baby." You pout. "That's impossible." Eric replies. "Not where I am from!" You holler.

"Well, this is Shreveport, honey, it can't happen." Eric barks, before stomping out of your bedroom.