#i dont even remember my tagging system

[broomwithaview]

am I resurrecting this blog? I'm honestly not sure. she never really died but she has been taking a very long nap

[lbbutch]

i should come back to this place. it's been a while and im missing it

[nbclover]

Idk why all these chicory arts are making me embarrassed about how I did in the game

[marzipan-skitty]

college and work kinda got away from me gang i'm very sorry

but i haven't forgotten about marzipan! this story will be resumed shortly :)

[weathernerdmando]

A

no but how much audacity and sheer entitlement do you have to have to tell people they need to stop posting their darkfic and porn fic and any other fic you don’t like to ao3 so you can have a safe space when ao3 was literally created as a safe space for writers to post their content without fear of it being randomly wiped out by pro-censorship assholes with an agenda like what has happened to plenty of other fic archives before?

“but a lot of us see ao3 as a safe space to get away from that kind of nasty content” - lol you can see the middle of a busy interstate as a safe space all you want too but that doesn’t mean that you get to walk into the road and scream at all the cars going by that they’re the ones infringing on your safe space either

ao3 is not, has never been, and will never be a site meant for nothing but children’s stories. you can “see it” like that as much as you want but there’s a difference between fiction and reality and that view of what ao3 is like is as fictional as the stories posted on it.

[i-messed-up-big-time]

Someone Precious II

Caleb x Non MC Reader

a/n: seeing all of you guys really like the first part defo made me feel all warm and giggly! so thank you for all of your lovely comments! also i am not well versed in the realm of medicine/hospitals and stuff so please bear with me as i write the scenes dealing with those, i most likely will briefly touch on those and not go into too much detail. also i finally got a desk and a monitor so now i can do all my writing in comfort rather than hunched over on my bed! Also this part doesn't really have much Caleb unless you include reader thinking about him. another side note, this part will be short but i will write more for the other parts, i just needed this one to be on its own focusing on the pregnancy a bit so that in the other parts i can focus on the relationships with MC, Caleb etc.

also i dont think i mentioned this in my previous part but ill make sure to add it to my masterlist description, the setting of this series will be taking place in a world where ever, evols and wanderers do not exist. some aspects of the characters and how they met have been tweaked to fit with the plot, so pls dont come at me if something isnt how you remember it in the game.

Divider creds @/cafekitsune

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is female and is AFAB, pregnancy,

word count: 1.7k

masterlist

series masterlist

taglist: @aneertawrites @eurydiceknowshesloved @angelichiaro @nommingonfood @ynovaes @animegamerfox @melonssoup @iamawkwardandshy @novthirty @rosevelt632 @sleepless-cloudy @justpassingdontworry @sleepykittyenergy @ijustwannabeyourmuse @iiyumii @eolivy @asakiyu

You sat there numb, your thoughts were a broken record.

'I'm pregnant.'

That's all your brain could handle at the moment. MC sat next to you in silence, rubbing a soothing hand on your back,

She knew that right now what you needed was comfort through gestures and not words, so she just waited patiently until you were ready to say something.

No matter what decision you made, she was ready to support you.

●・○・●・○・●・

A couple of hours had passed, you still hadn't spoken up but you had moved to lie in your bed.

MC had gone out to get some lunch, which left you alone with your thougthts.

If there was one thing you had come to a conclusion for, it was that you were going to keep the baby.

Call it a motherly instinct, but you didn't have the heart to abandon an innocent soul.

It wasn't long before MC came back, calling you to come to the dining room. She had gotten your favourite takeaway hoping that it would cheer you up a little bit, and it did.

You smiled as you helped her set the table. As you guys were unpacking the food you decided to finally tell her what was going through your head.

"I'm going to keep the baby. I don't want to abandon an innocent soul and I've always wanted a child, it just didn't happen the way I would have hoped."

You said with a sad smile as you placed a hand on your stomach.

You had dreamed of having a family, more specifically with Caleb. In a way you got your wish, but it felt like fate was cruel for granting it the way they did.

You're still young, you don't even know if you'll even be a good mother. But there's one thing for sure, you have the best possible support system you could ever ask for.

MC's smile mirrored your own.

Dinner was spent in silence, it was comfortable. MC didn't push you for a conversation and you were grateful for that.

●・○・●・○・●・

It had been a week since the news, and now you were here standing in front of Akso Hospital.

You were feeling nervous, a part of you felt like you would be judged for the reason of your visit, but you knew that was just the anxiety talking.

Taking a deep breath you walked in, it was now or never.

The nurse at the reception desk was sweet, her tone and gaze held no judgement as she guided me to the examination room.

You got settled and just laid there staring at the ceiling, you tried to keep your thoughts positive and light, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Caleb.

What it would be like to have him here with you. Would he reassure you? Would he be as nervous as you are?

All these 'what ifs' that'll never become a reality. You could only hope that you could be enough for your child.

●・○・●・○・●・

Your appointment confirmed exactly what those pregnancy tests said, you were six weeks pregnant.

You knew Caleb was the father. He was your first, and honestly your last.

At this moment in time your heart didn't have the ability to love another. He was everything you wanted in a man.

Maybe I should re-evaluate what a man is.

You thought bitterly, but you chided yourself just as quickly as that thought came.

You didn't want to think of him that way or think negatively at all, not wanting those feelings to affect your health and bring any complications for your child.

"It's ok my baby, mommy and Aunty MC will make sure you never feel insecure about not having a father."

Your words were not only to comfort your child, but also to comfort yourself.

●・○・●・○・●・

6 weeks later

You were back at Akso Hospital again, this time it was for a follow up appointment.

MC had taken time off work to come with you this time, saying how it's part of her aunty duties.

It was cute, and it never failed to put a smile on your face when she would talk excitedly about all the things she would do with her future niece or nephew.

You had assumed this check up would be the same as the first one, just a normal procedure to make sure that the baby and mum are doing ok.

Boy were you in for a treat.

As your doctor moved the wand around your growing belly you noticed something on the screen that you didn't see last time.

"Congratulations! It seems you'll be having twins."

MC let out the loudest squeal known to man at the news, you could practically feel her excitement radiating off of her.

You matched her energy with a smile on your face.

I guess my little family just grew by one.

You thought to yourself.

"Would you guys like to know the gender or do you want to keep it a surprise?"

Your doctor asked. You personally wanted to keep it as a surprise because you could already see the gears turning in MC's head.

You knew exactly what she was planning and in all honesty, you wanted to let her have her way.

She was your rock and sole supporter through all of this, you would feel bad if you didn't let her do what she wanted.

"I'd like for it to be kept a secret but by all means let her know, I can tell she's dying of curiosity."

You let out a soft laugh, your doctor cleaned up the gel and helped you up.

MC gave you a big hug before you made your way outside.

It didn't take long before MC came skipping out the room, her smile was so bright you thought you might go blind.

That night MC treated you to dinner and insane amount of sweets, which totally satiated the cravings you were having.

●・○・●・○・●・

6 months later

You were in your final trimester, it was a relatively easy going pregnancy, if you ignore the fact that you feel like a walking balloon.

Most of your days were spent in bed as the weight of your stomach made it hard to move around too much.

It was times like these that it made you think of Caleb. Even though you had promised yourself that you wouldn't, but at the end of the day you were still madly in love with a man who ghosted you after your first time.

Crazy isn't it? Your heart was a fool in love while your brain tried to be the rational one, but every now and then you would give in to the thoughts of what would have happened if he didn't run off.

Would he be here helping you through all of this? If he were to come back, how would you confront him?

You could only pray that he didn't show up in front of you any time soon, because the moment he did you would give him a beating of a lifetime.

Your due date was somewhat nearby but not close enough yet. You had your hospital bag packed and a baby carrier all ready to go right by the door. That way you and MC wouldn't be scrambling around last minute trying to find everything.

You were feeling nervous, you didn't know what the delivery would be like and you worried for your babies, wondering if you could make up for the lack of father figure they would have in their life.

You had taken a look at the time and had noticed it was quite late and MC had yet to come back from work. Just as you were about to give her a call, you heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

MC walked in holding a multitude of things, the most obvious one being balloons that read Boy or Girl?

"Surprise!"

MC exclaims, you don't know if it was just you or the hormones but you started bawling. The love that you felt was immense, no words could explain it.

You waddled over to MC to help her but she waved you off and told you to take a seat on the couch as she set things up.

You waddled back to the couch and settled in to the cushions as MC worked quick with her set up.

As soon as she was done she set up her phone so that it would capture the background and us.

"We're gonna do this trend I saw on social media, so just follow my lead."

MC gave a brief explanation and you nodded in understanding.

"Hi I'm your Aunt MC and I think you guys are gonna be two beautiful baby girls."

You giggled, you knew that she already knew the genders but thought it was cute that she wanted to at least pretend that she didn't know.

"Hi my babies, I'm your mommy and I think you guys will be beautiful boy and girl."

You always wanted a daughter and a son, but you also would be happy with either gender as long as they were healthy.

"Okay, now we're gonna do the gender reveal. Take this glass and close your eyes, on the count of three we'll push it into the cakes and see what the genders are."

MC pushed one cake towards you and placed the other one in front of her.

Following her instructions, you placed the glass over the cake and closed your eyes.

"One, two, three!"

You brought the glass down and prayed you actually got some cake in there and not just frosting.

"Ok open your eyes!"

You could hear the smile in her voice.

You opened your eyes and looked at your glass and then MC's, they were both blue.

You pulled MC into a hug, you don't know if it was the hormones or the situation but you started crying, they were happy tears.

You felt so happy that you had such an amazing friend by your side, you didn't even wanna think what life would've been like if she wasn't in it.

In the midst of all the emotions and excitement you didn't notice the seat under you getting wet until you started to feel like you may have peed your pants.

You pulled back from MC and said,

"I think my water just broke."

[artgletic]

on biomechanics: No Significant Harassment

(i have been fighting with the tagging system for this post specifically as it won't show up in tags. ive narrowed down the cause to be the non-fandom tags [ie. my typical post-comic monologue lol]. those are under the cut if youre curious)

before the monologue id like to congratulate tumblr user mewguca for perfectly predictung the subject of this comic under my 5p one

anyways, tags:

NSH is so fascinating to me because of the way he completely memes on his intended purpose

#hes so unlike every other iterator we see in game. its like he doesnt even care about cycles or sliver the big problem at all

#this comic is my personal headcanon as to his thought process:

#hes a little jokester as a spiteful rebellion towards his purpose and creators

#but im sure he also finds it funny lol

#and the ancient's design philosophy as well:

#let them think and feel and be a part of the cycle to drive them to keep trying

#but dont let them ascend! because what would stop them from just solving the problem for themselves only and leaving you behind?

#making them fully mechanical would have forced the ancients to input solutions and think on the problem themselves.

#and i remember pearl dialogue where moon talks about how taboo it was for the ancients to aspire for anything in life

#even if that aspiration is death

#also its in my personal hc that rain world's surface is covered in a thick mat of piping and metalworks

#and that biological life forces its way into (much to the chagrin of the ancients!)

#theres patchy semi-deep ponds all over the surface due to drastic and irregular rainfall. basically like an overgrown industrial district

[are-they-t4t]

Welcome to the Are They T4T poll blog!

pfp flag made by @radiocecil

where you submit ships you think are t4t and we let strangers on the internet decide if you're correct!!!

What is this?

this is a poll blog that centers around t4t ships that are not explicitly stated as canon.

How does it work?

via asks, submitters can send ships and we (as a collective)(by we I mean the internet) decide whether or not they're t4t!

I still don't understand...

any questions you have can be sent to my inbox, and I'll be happy to answer. remember, there are no dumb questions!

FTM/MTF VS Transmasc/Transfem

Please use transmasc/transfem when you mean someone on the transmasculine/transfeminine spectrum, not necessarily non-binary, but not binary trans

Please use trans man/trans woman when you mean someone who is binary trans

Please use ftm/mtf when you mean someone who uses the label ftm/mtf, or someone who identifies as a boy who used to be a girl/girl who used to be a boy

Please use a different label if you mean something different, or use unlabeled trans/non-cis if you dont have one in specific

Rules

No transphobia, transandrophobia, or transmisogyny. this should be obvious but I'll say it anyway

No harassment. keep discourse on your own blog, here we follow the rule of if you don't have anything nice to say, keep your mouth shut

Similar to above, everyone is allowed to have their own headcanons. If you don't agree with it, you can scroll.

T4T here is not just the binary trans, you can submit genderqueer headcanons of all identities!

All characters are allowed except those from fandoms in Fandom Jail, which will be updated as I go.

I personally am not comfortable with darkships, please don't submit them here. I am relying on the honor system. If you do not adhere to this rule, you will be blocked.

What counts as a darkship, mod? If the ship is between a minor and an adult, family members, or a human and an animal, it is a darkship. Everything else is fair game. I'm updating this policy.

If in the tags or comments you write something along the lines of "Everyone/the people voting for X instead of Y are (insult) and should (other insult)", you will be immediately blocked

I will add more if I need too, but I don't think I'll need to!

Fandom Jail

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss. Anything from that creator in general.

Harry Potter and all spinoffs. anything by joke r*wl*ng

Heartstopper

Homestuck

What should I include in my submission?

Character names (no nicknames, or if you put a nickname, include the full name of the character as well. Double check your spelling).

Label/Identity. Trans man, trans woman, nonbinary, etc.

FULL Media Name. No abbreviations, no shorthands, we need the FULL NAME. Especially with video games.

A photo. It really helps me and everyone else. I do not put the names of who submitted what; your submission is anonymous even without anon on.

Propaganda, if you want! Not required!

Submission Example/Template

*this template is not required, it's here to help*

"My ship is between Character A and B (and C, etc if they're polyam). Character A is (transmasc/transfem/enby/etc), Character B is (transmasc/transfem/enby/etc), (it's the same if there are other characters)."

If you'd like, you can also submit the relationship type (ex: couple, throuple, fwb, polycule, etc). Not required.

Me tagging for reach: @kiss-marry-kill-polls @aretheyasimp @aretheypolyamorous @do-you-ship-it-polls

[cyberoticism]

update i wrote an 11 page letter to my system detailing trauma i can remember and asking for a move toward integration, healing, and cutting off / not being in the same spaces as our past abusers ♡

i love myself and i want to keep being myself but im so tired of carrying all the shit i carry alone. i wish i knew how to lower dissociative barriers so we could share in memories and have functional multiplicity + integration but without fusion bc many of us just dont want that

if anyone has insight or advise i wouldnt mind hearing it

[collapsedglasshouses]

Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader

PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST

SUMMARY: When Vinny and his childhood best friend Y/n jokingly decide to watch adult movies together, things escalate rather quickly.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, watching porn together, mutual masturbation, mutual pining, mentions of drug consumption, friends to fwb sorta, …

A/N: I wrote this last night, I don’t know where it came from… Maybe I’ll write another part. I don’t know yet! This is not proofread sorryyy

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @nerdraging4point0 @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie (i hope you dont mind me tagging you, i thought you would like to read this ♡)

Vinny was glad tour was over. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, he had a blast. But coming back home meant one thing for him. He would see you again. Vinny couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t known you. Since he could remember, you were there. From kindergarten, where you beat up a guy that stole him a shovel while building a sand castle, to high school, where you were there for each other during the worst heartbreaks.

Even when he became the drummer for Motionless in White, you were there. You supported him through every life stage he was going through and it even came to the point where you bought the house next to his. You two were basically attached at the hip.

It was no wonder that when he was back in town, he visited you the second he had settled back in. There was this tradition, where to two of you would meet up, smoke some weed and talk about everything that happened during the time you couldn’t see each other. Nothing was out of the usual. Except… Everything was out of the usual this time…

It was a warm Saturday evening in July. The sun was slowly setting down and he had just come over to your house. Of course, it meant he would be here until late at night. As always.

Since the temperature reached their peak at this point, it was no wonder you only wore shorts and a crop top. Nothing Vinny hadn’t seen you in before, but this time he took a great notice in how good it actually fitted you.

As usual, you both had been smoking for almost an hour at this point and you were currently babbling about the most random shit that came to your mind. You enjoyed your time together as always. But you actually didn’t know how you got to the topic you were currently talking about.

“Oh, come on! You can’t be serious.” You exclaimed while handing him the joint. His cheeks were almost crimson red at this point. He was nervous. “You can’t tell me you really enjoy these overdramatic movies.”

“It’s not like I enjoy enjoy it, I just skip videos until I reach one that I can, you know, finish to.” He mumbled and let out a small giggle before he inhaled again.

“And you decided an old and corny eighty’s porn was the right choice?” You giggled and let your head fall onto the backrest of the couch for a second. It wasn’t unusual for you to talk about sexual events in your lives, considering you had gone through so much together, but hearing that he jerked of to something like that made you giggle almost uncontrollably.

“Oh, don’t make fun of me, I bet you watch that shit all the time.” He threw back at you, before putting the joint, or what was left of it, out.

“I’m not saying, I don’t watch porn, I’m just saying I try to keep my taste… Authentic.” You answered him honestly and shifted in your place for a second. Vinny did not miss how your crop top rode up a little and how it warmed his cheeks even more, but he decided to blame it on the drug running through his system.

“So, what’s authentic in your eyes?”

That’s when you noticed something changed. The energy in the room shifted. You looked into your best friend's greenish eyes and you noticed how they seemingly became darker. You knew he just wanted to tease you but something in his tone sparked your curiosity. Something in his attitude made you think he was genuinely interested in your taste in adult films; curious even.

“Should I show you?” You almost whispered, after contemplating your answer for what seemed like eternity. You thought about if it would make things between you and Vinny awkward but you ultimately decided against it. Nothing ever could make things between the two of you awkward.

You saw how his Adam's apple bobbed and you felt strange. There was this feeling in your gut, you couldn’t quite describe. A feeling you had never felt before when you were around him but you just blamed it on your not-sober state.

“Why not?” He mumbled quietly and you could have sworn how his gaze went to your lips for a second.

“Okay.”

Around twenty minutes later, you were gathered around your tiny laptop screen. You had finally decided on a movie to show Vinny but now that you were really sitting there, you were strangely unprepared and vulnerable.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, and you felt hot all of a sudden. There was something weirdly intimate about this thing. You felt dirty to some extent. You were about to show your best friend your taste in adult movies. You turned to face Vinny for a second, his gaze filled with an anticipating and curious expression.

“What if you find it weird?” You mumbled and his eyes immediately found yours.

“There is literally nothing about you that could surprise me in the slightest, Y/n.” He reassured you with a slight teasing tone. It took you a second to believe his words. But he was right. He knew everything about you. There was nothing weird about two best friends watching that stuff together.

“We can make a deal.” He then exclaimed and you blinked at him. “If we feel weird at any point, we just put it out and watch some dinosaur documentary or something.”

You laughed at the randomness of his media choice.

“What?” – “Dinosaur documentaries? Seriously, Vin?” Vinny smirked for a second before he lifted his hands in defends. “If you find it more comfortable, we can also sit in silence and stare at the wall.”

“No, no. You are right.” You exclaimed before holding out your hand which he took and shook lightly. “Deal.”

When you leaned down to load the video, you noticed how Vinny shuffles in this place. It felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest.

Breathe, Y/n, breathe.

After a short intro that promoted the person’s OF the video cut to a couple in a bedroom. The naked guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, almost shaking in anticipation as the girl was slowly kneeing down in between his legs. Even though the video was filmed in third person, you could clearly see how she looked up at him through her lashes. Then she began to blow him.

You swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do. You sat stiff, not daring to look at Vinny for a solid minute. The only noise filling the room being the guy’s small moans and whimpers.

“Do you like when guys moan?” Vinny then asked, causing you to look at him with a surprised look on your face.

“What?” - “I-… I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but-…”

“Yeah… I-… I think I like it. When it comes naturally of course.” You mumbled and felt how your cheeks grew warmer.

You looked each other in the eyes for a second before he nodded slightly. The scene cut to him eating her out, their positions switched.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw that Vinny‘s eyes were completely glued to the screen. His eyes were wide. His mouth slightly open and he occasionally sucked his lip in to dampen it. You wondered if he enjoyed it.

You took a deep breath, trying to forget about Vinny sitting next to you, before looking at the screen again. They began fucking at this point. It was the first time you even noticed what watching porn was even like. You watched strangers chase each other’s high for your own entertainment.

You noticed the way the woman threw her head back as the guy pounded into her. She wasn’t fake-moaning, slight noises of enjoyment leaving her pink lips. Occasionally, there were words of praise exchanged between the two of them and you couldn’t help your mind wondering off again. You felt how your stomach started to heat up. You felt yourself shifting in your seat. You felt the way your mouth felt dry and you had to keep licking your lip to feel comfortable. The same way Vinny had to. You noticed how your nipples perked up slightly. How your crop top started to feel tight.

You were starting to get worked up and even though you put great afford into it, you couldn’t help but peak a glance at Vinny once in a while. His cheeks were tinted in a red tone and even though you tried not to, your gaze wondered to his pants. He was hard.

Your entire face and stomach went incredible hot at this sight, like you’d been suddenly standing in the hot summer sun. His hands that had become much more defined due to playing the drums so frequently, were laying on his thighs and he occasionally rubbed them against his black shorts like he was desperate to move them.

What shook you the most, though, was that you wanted him to move his hands.

You took a deep breath again, trying to calm your nerves. You couldn’t believe you just thought about your best friend masturbating next to you. You tried your utter best to lock those thoughts away but it didn’t even take a minute until your eyes settled back onto his figure. It intrigued you. He intrigued you.

You didn’t know how to ask him if he wanted to touch himself. You didn’t want to make it weird. But you desperately wanted to ease the tension in the room. You knew you yourself couldn’t hold back for much longer. Not that you didn’t have self-control but seeing him being so turned on by the movie, made you feel even more desperate.

Onscreen, the scene had totally changed a couple of times but you didn’t even notice one bit of it.

“Vinny?” You said, your voice sounding raspy. He made a quiet noise in response, almost sounding like a whimper. Fuck.

“You… I… I'm mean y-… You can…” You sighed before starting the sentence over. “You can touch yourself if you want.”

He swallowed and glanced over at you, looking at you for the first time since your whole dilemma had started. His beautiful eyes were dark and mirrored some kind of hunger, his cheeks flushed and you couldn’t deny how gorgeous he looked. “I-… I mean, you can too.”

“Yeah,” you gasped in response. “Yeah, it’s not weird.” 

With that the dam was broken. Any clear thought in your head that would have held you back even in the slightest, was washed over by how ridiculously turned on you were.

You took a deep breath before you fingers slipped past the waistband of your shorts. You were soaking wet at this point. For a short second you coated your fingers with your arousal before placing them on your clit. There was no going back. You began to circle your clit, chasing your high as you closed your eyes.

“Shit.” You slightly moaned and threw your head back on the backrest. Even though your common sense tried to ignore the presence of your best friend next to you, you couldn’t help but focus entirely on the fact he was there. You slightly looked at him again.

You were hearing him. Soft noises slipped past his lips, his hand slightly rubbing along his clothed erection.

“You don’t have to be shy, Vinny.” You breathed out, “I won’t mind.”

“Really?” He asked. You nodded quickly and he let out a relieved sigh. He leaned forward for a second and slipped out of his shirt, earning himself a surprised look of you.

“I don’t wanna wash it, I have just put it on before coming over.” He explained and you nodded with a sheepish smile, realizing what he implied. You tried to hide how you swallowed hard. You knew you shouldn’t have watched him. It was crossing the lines of what friends should and should not do, but you couldn’t help but realize how fucking good he looked.

He basically shoved his hand into his briefs to get some relief.

Onscreen, the girl gripped the sheets of the bed to hold herself together, while you realized your hand at grabbed the small blanket laying next to you, doing the exact same thing.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know if you should blend Vinny out completely or let your thoughts win. It was like you needed him to be there and at the same time wondered if this would change anything. You knew this was wrong deep down, you knew this was crossing a line but then he made this noise. This sweet and soft moan that escaped his lips made your head go blank.

You peaked over at him and noticed his gaze was on you. On your hand that was between your lips. You were on fire, your chest heaving.

You knew both of you should have looked away, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to watch Vinny. You lifted your fingers to your lips for a second and licked them, causing him to let out a loader moan. You couldn’t do this anymore.

When you moved them between your thighs again and pushed them inside of you, you felt like Vinny was about to crumble into a million little pieces. The pace of his hand became faster and you couldn’t help but look at his member for a second. God, he was big.

As you curled your fingers to find the delicate spots inside of you, you feared this moment would be over any second. You wanted to stay like this for eternity. Watching Vinny get off to the scene of you doing the same. You loved how he looked.

“Don’t stop, Y/n.” He moaned out when he saw you slowing down for a second and that alone almost drove you over the edge. You didn’t know if it was your horniness but you wanted nothing but to kiss him. It felt like his whines and whimpers turned you into some sort of monster that craved him but right now you weren’t even clear enough to filter out your own thoughts.

The sight of Vinny with his member in his hand felt like an intense experience. The sort of experience that made you want to change your thoughts on life completely

“You’re so fucking pretty, Vin.” You moaned out, not holding back in the slightest. “I wish I could feel you.”

If it was even possible, his cheeks turned even more red. You felt your whole skin prickling. The movie in the background long forgotten. You were staring into each other’s souls at this point. If he hadn’t known everything about you at this point, now he definitely did. And so did you.

It felt like a long-awaited event when you finally reached your high. All the tension leaving your body in such immense waves you feared you would collapse. You moaned his name loudly as your head fell back in the backrest.

Then the moans fell from his lips. It almost felt like you would cum again when you saw him cum on his chest for a second, but you pressed your eyes closed for second to calm your thoughts.

You didn’t open them for a couple of minutes until the volume of the movie in front of you was turned down a little. You peaked through your eyelashes, seeing Vinny had cleaned himself and put his shirt on again.

You slowly leaned forward and stroked over your clothes, trying to smooth them out, in an attempt to drown out your incoming thoughts. You were hyper-aware of Vinny’s gaze.

“Everything alright?” You mumbled, trying to ease the tension between you.

“Yeah…” He mumbled and ran a hand through his hair. “Good movie… I guess.”

You didn’t really exchange any words, before Vinny sighed and mumbled. “I need to go home. Ricky asked if we would hangout on Discord after I get home from yours and I don’t want to leave him hanging for too long.”

You nodded, trying to gift him a small smile but all of the sudden you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not that you felt guilty or something, you just feared that those feelings would bubble up again.

“If you want I can call you afterwards and we can watch some dinosaur documentaries together.” Vinny then suggested and you laughed for a second.

“Yeah… okay.” You mumbled and put a strand of her behind your ear.

After that he quickly got up and left, leaving you with your thoughts.

After you cleaned up your living room and showered you quickly got ready for bed and awaited Vinny’s call when you realized he had texted you the second he had left.

Vin: god this was so hot

He was going to be your death.

DIVIDERS BY @saradika-graphics

[justalittlesolarpunk]

so it feels like being solarpunk is ridiculously radical in the best way

like we should destroy the systems that dare make life worse for people and the environment for the sake of a number

but i dont think i can quite match that energy

like i still want to be solarpunk, but everyone feels so intense while i just want to live my life, upcycling clothes and living as sustainably as i can in this day and age

but then it feels wrong to call myself solarpunk, because i havent even started actively protesting and im already exhausted of the sheer scale of both the monster that is modern consumerism and pollution, and of the intensity of people who are borderline ecoterrorists

im just tired and i want to contribute in small ways. can i still call myself solarpunk if thats all i do?

Hey friend! Thanks for getting in touch. For what it’s worth I think solarpunk is a pretty broad movement. There’s room for people who want to smash up oil refineries and people who just want to sit at home sewing their own clothes. If you’re making all the good choices you can within the scope of your own life, then cut yourself some slack, especially if you aren’t someone with a lot of energy to give! The forces we’re fighting are pretty behemoth and it’s ok to feel daunted by them. But remember that you’re not facing this alone. Plus, the little acts like upcycling still contribute to a wider shift. So I think you can still call yourself a solarpunk, but equally it sounds like maybe cottagepunk would be more your thing? It’s like cottagecore but more politically engaged, deliberately environmentally conscious and less romanticised. Maybe do some reading about it and check out its tag on tumblr?

[the-stranded-planet]

Okay i thought i wouldnt have to make a post about this shit but theres a account going around tagging anti endos asking them “name one doctor whos anti endo” and when people dont respond, they take it as a win

Really playground shit like “name three songs type shit” its really pathetic, i just got tagged in one.

Heres just a tid bit do. Not. Tag. Me.

If you want a response trying to get one out of me this way wont get it.

“Why is it bad to tag people in this way?”

Because it can cause a influx of people to go to someones page and harass them, (even unintentionally it can still happen).

“What do i do if i want info on this? Or help”

Well dont go to tumblr, or some random people on the internet, look at medical studies, and most importantly go to the doctors if you have concerns

Remember, i am just a single system on the internet, im not here to provide medical studies. Im just talking from my standpoint and my opinions, if i need to prove my point i will, but im not getting into arguments with people when they ignore medical paperwork and studies anyway

[teardew]

800 years since i posted art on here. feels weird as hell i dont even remember my own tagging system anymore lmao. oh, also im late but happy midautumns to those who celebrated. i had 1 (one) leafshaped moonecake i cant even remember the taste of and slept the entire time

[antiendovents]

ABT THIS GUY

they commented on my post abt endos being in the actually dissociative tag saying something like " undiagnosed systems also dont belong in the tag " ( they said more but i blocked them immediately so i dont remember it )

that bugs me a lot as someone whos undiagnosed ( but trying to be ) bc a lot of systems, especially minors, are in unsafe/abusive households where they legitimately CANT get a diagnosis or even therapy. I've also heard that, in some cases, it can take 10+ years to get diagnosed.

a diagnosis is not required to say you have a disorder, a diagnosis is a privilege!!

nod, nod. People who are anti self diagnosis are often the most privileged or the most ignorant fucks. Like what do you mean you think someone who could literally be kicked out of they got a diagnosis should just get one anyways or else stay out of the community that is helping them? What?

[sailorblossoms-rankane]

What's your most traumatic ranma1/2 ffic experience? I'll go first, dont remember the name, but 'ranma gets roofied at a houseparty and gets pregnant.'

i don't think i can top that if i'm real... i have trauma from other fandoms so i use ao3's filter system so there's a lot i don't see (i assume the most fucked up stuff is in older fics or outside of the rankane tag...) i also avoid very old fics (recently read one where ranma's solution to everyone chasing him was "i'm gonna let them kill me" and somehow this was humorous in tone lmfao meanwhile akane was traumatized?? it also commits the sin of grouping akane with the clowns chasing ranma, which i'm gonna blame on the old show) especially knowing people were just doing whatever back in the day (including people writing fics based on other's fics without having ever read the manga or watched the anime???) i can tell you things that annoy me instead lol (not including summaries that served me only to add more tags in my "exclude" bar cuz you couldn't pay me to read those)

akane struggles with insecurities but "a person who has zero confidence and is always on the verge of breaking" she's not.

ranma and akane fighting or their banther is not easy to capture, is it. a lot of fics overdo it. it shouldn't feel like they might kill each other for real or there's real HOSTILITY lol

casanova ranma: the manliest of men with the biggest of dicks, written for the female reader who might or might not want to fuck him or for those who might be self-inserting with him. this ranma will fuck anything with a pulse and a skirt cuz he's a grown man with needs! (nevermind that canonically akane is the one who gets anywhere near horny thoughts and that ranma runs from intimacy, self sabotages, is emotionally stunted and mentally younger than he is, moves and "grows" at a very slow pace, gets uncomfortable by the horniness of the guys around him, is generally uninterest in people's looks other than his own... fanon is fanon but surely more fics could take inspiration from that) (somehow i'm always jumpscared by this one... i remember a fic where every man was a fucking pig and after already meeting akane he sleeps with another girl and then goes out on the balcony to smoke and stare at a billboard with akane's picture hahahahahaha that's where i dropped it. i read it because, dumb bitch that i am, i wanted a cute idol/bodyguard fic, i was thinking more about the 90s movie in terms of vibes but anyway)

fics where ranma is just some guy. even in normal aus i feel like we need to have that curse! where's my girl! (even worse if it's paired with casanova ranma)

anything that uses ukyo and/or shampoo as exes for ranma or "they could be together and perhaps even be happy if it wasn't for akane" is an automatic "you haven't thought about this boy that much, have you" and also a "you're not catching what these girls actually want, romance-wise, and how little patience they have for ranma's actual self" ... they are specifically girls ranma is incompatible with mind you!

holy shit this fandom has a problem with shampoo. i will spare everyone the details of this one but writers who both like and dislike her fail to see her as anything other than a sex object or some sort of seductress she's never meant to be or an extremely promiscuous woman. she's a complicated character who's used for fanservice, but she's never meant to be "seducing" ranma, it's not something that crosses her mind or that ranma is in danger of. bro is a modest maiden here, more likely to faint. she's meant to be innocent in this area (in a way that doesn't match her actions but there's not a single thought behind those eyes when she jumps ranma! she's childish!) hate it when i'm jumpscared by "ranma ogling at shampoo/being hypnotized by her charms and/or using her for sexual relief" because "it's realistic" or some shit. girl fuck you. respectfully. let's look at the panels and pages with ranma and shampoo together because clearly, there are things we are misunderstanding here, things we aren't catching. the guy is freezing and shitting himself, he doesn't know to react. he's not being fucking seduced. i also promise we can use shampoo as an antagonist in fics without bringing sex or the prospect of it. i can say this with confidence because a lot of her antagonism in the manga is her using her brains and her abilities

i feel like i'm forgetting a lot of things but you know what, love that for me

[deadkraker]

i think you're really cool and was wondering if you had any headcanons for c!tommy or c!ranboo? theyre great (and traumatized)

OH DONT GET ME STARTED

I have a full tag for my semi-au which is basically just me smashing all my headcanons together into a canon diverge mess of a rambling,

You can find a lot of cTommy hcs there, I haven’t really talked about cranboo too much, though there are like, a few posts where he’s mentioned. So here’s some semi coherent hcs I have for him bc I actually adore him.

He 100% has a ‘comfort grassblock’ and by that I mean he just has a cube of dirt he holds when he gets stressed out. He’s odd like that.

He doesn’t really get cold, the end is naturally very chilly due to the lack of any kind of sunlight other than the faint glow of the chorus plants (a lil world building hc) so first generation endermen are naturally more durable in cold environments (a reason why he also just wears a flimsy suit when staying with ctechno and cphil)

and the reason why I call endermen “first generation” is because since the end is canonically sealed off during most of the dsmp timeline, I hc that endermen have divided to two sub categories, first generation endermen and second generation endermen, sometimes called netherborn endermen.

The first generation are the classic endermen who originate from the time when the end was still open and are endermen born in the end and thus adapted to that environment, they are the ones with green eyes. second generation endermen on the other hand are endermen born after the end was sealed off, and are usually found in the nether, they are more adapted to hot environments because of that, and also are the ones with purple eyes. cRanboo is a first generation endermen. How that is possible is a mystery since he’s so young. (Cough resurrection COUGH COUGH)

his night vision is very good, but that comes with the downside light sensitivity, he’s gotten used to the Overworld’s brightness over the years but he still sometimes gets headaches during sunny days.

He can’t teleport because he’s still just a half endermen, more specifically his ender pearl is deformed meaning that it doesn’t function as it should, he still emits particles but that is all he can do.

Sometimes when he’s stressed his body tries to teleport but he obviously can’t do so it just results in him getting very bad ‘heart burn’ as he calls it.

He doesn’t know why, but even before he met cdream, he still knew him. He tries not to think about it.

Extending on his memory issues, while he doesn’t remember a lot of stuff, he still feels emotions and sensations that his brain has connected to places, people or words.

A lot a pretty straight forward, cTubbo makes him remember the taste of honey and the smell of firewood

ctechno is the sound of clashing swords and the smell of broth

cPhil is the blisters on his hands that came from hard work and laughter

Stone walls smell like ozone and taste like blood. He doesn’t know why.

He has eyelids similar to reptiles, so he blinks side ways, it freaks everyone out lol.

His cheeks are scarred from crying.

He gets really nervous and uptight when people look at him in the eyes, bc he’s cranboo he doesn’t exactly get hostile but he does get a little snappy.

He can somewhat understand endermen, not fully but to an extent that he can have simple conversations with them. Ender is a very complex language for a very complex species, endermen’s brains work differently to humans and other species and that reflects in their language making it very hard for outsiders to learn. Most endermen see cranboo as just a child due of his kinda primitive understanding of the language, a lot of how and why’s of endermen are taught to them while growing up, so most just assume he’s just too young to fully communicate yet.

His other half is a farlander, more specifically an altered version of it that lives in my head rent free, might talk about that later.

He actually has a double circulatory system!

Uhhhh that’s some i have! I honestly could go on specially about what I hc happened to him before the smp, but I’ll save that for later when I got more ideas yada yada. I hope this was at least readable to you lol