#i hope somebody enjoys these...

[adaki]

Sry I’m late, I was being held in a maximum security prison on a secluded island and they had no wifi.

[somethingwrongwithit]

Lmao cringe.

[genikrispies]

I will lay her heart in mine, for a time

[uncanny-tranny]

A lot of cis people may not want to hear this, but here goes:

You are going to have more in common with trans people who have a similar gender identity to you than you think. Trans people are reliable narrators of their own experiences, and whether you like it or not, we will have similar or even identical experiences to yours. Cis people don't have a monopoly over their gender or the experiences people have as a result of their gender.

[jeanivere]

GARRETT POSTING AGAIN

[amazingferret]

>kicks the door open

>hands you this

>walks into the light

[okartichoke]

curious abt your bird headcannons for Ron and Desirée DeLite 👀👀👀 i feel like having Ron be one of those little birds that make a huge fuss to scare predators away and Desirée being a bird of prey would work well for their whole dynamic lol

keeping you guys on ur toes !!! ,, i reversed the roles :PPP (though i def see where u guys are coming from and respect the ideas too!!! o7777),,, i think ron fits as a bird of prey that isnt taken too seriously, and i think des it so sweet she’s gotta be harmless,, plus i think a common swift fits her lifestyle (spending habits could be seen as always quickly moving onto the next thing) (ALSO !! swifts are so rare to see up close since they're always flying,, she's a real catch) (honorable mentions later)

i like the hummingbird idea :DD,, i admittedly don’t know much about hummingbirds,, but one think i do know is they’re very territorial and aggressive LMAO,, SOO this choice is based of vibes (and their speed)‼️‼️ cutesy, fluttery, pretty, and high energy !!!! i also think it’s neat to give a circus circus performer a bird with very good aerial control ! a bit unfortunate that regina doesn’t get the super bright colors of the male hummingbirds,, but rufous females are still pretty colorful :3 (is mtf regina a hc??? that would be cool….)

ok honorable mentions ! for ron,, i started my search with little birds that make a big fuss like you suggested !! ,, which there’s a bunch of,, eventually i started heading in the direction of “birds that camouflage themselves as predators” (which, btw, the pygmy owl has a set of large false eyes on the back of its head in a similar vein ):33),, before eventually deciding on simply a small owl that people would probably look at and think “awww, cute”

for desiree: the merlin !! (and a kestrel tbh) these are both small birds and members of the falco family

(tagging those who requested X3 @modpoppy @rosy-cozy-radio @transmascvash )

link to masterpost

[snzluv3r]

i feel like the worst person in the world for this thought, but i am SO excited for it to get cold enough for my neighbor’s flowers to die…and i think these self obs from today help me explain exactly why.

cw for descriptions of allergic sneezing + mess

i feel horrible for wishing death on this little old man’s plants, but his garden is full of an entire rainbow of multiple different flowers that have made me sneeze every single day i’ve walked passed them since april.

even on the good days when i manage to hold back an immediate sneezing fit, they still make my eyes water and my nose run, forcing me to try (and fail, almost always fail) to balance sniffling back the mess and trying not to sneeze long enough to make it inside my own place, which is not only a race against the clock but a race against nature itself imo.

i felt especially silly and embarrassing today as i fought against what felt like two different seasons of allergic affliction. it was as if my melodramatic nose couldn’t pick just one allergen to contend with, let alone to publicly humiliate me with—so, even as friday brought with it a merciful conclusion to a long work week of fall allergies, i ended up breathless and sneezy once more, my nose caught off guard after passing by these brightly colored remnants of spring and summer. the comforting, crisp chill and damp smell in the air of the incoming autumn had almost made me forget about the flowers and their threat to my already sensitive nose, until their bright colors caught my eye, in stark contrast with the grey evening sky.

i tried so hard not to inhale until i was past the stretch of flower-garden-allergy-torture, but somehow i forgot that sniffling is a form of inhaling, and the strong, floral scented air managed to hit me even through the double-layered protection of my mask and my existing mild congestion. i don’t think i even got to fully sniffle before my eyes were filling with allergic tears and my breath was hitching, the tickle too deep in my nose to hold back.

like all my allergic sneezes, especially the ones that start when my nose is already drippy and sniffly and dramatically irritated, these were bound to be wet, and there was no time to even pull down my mask, let alone scramble for my travel pack of tissues. in a panic i tried to stifle, which only made everything so much worse and only actually worked for about three poorly stifled sneezes before the first desperate, unrestrained sneeze ripped through me. obviously it didn’t have far to go, given the mask still hugging my face and caging my mouth and nose, but there was no way i was taking off the mask now. the damage was done, and i couldn’t risk the embarrassment of anyone seeing me like this.

not when the more i sneezed, the more mess i could feel run down my chin, completely coating the lower half of my face and inside of my mask. feeling the spray of each sneeze against my mask only made my embarrassment about yet another public sneezing fit worse, my ears and cheeks reddening even more than my nose. i tried stifling again but realized it was pointless, resigning myself to walking as fast as i could while remaining upright as my body snapped forward with harsh, uncontrollable allergic sneezes. my only solace was the slight muffle the (now drenched) mask provided, keeping my head down and towards my chest as i sneezed and shuffled my feet clumsily along the sidewalk. i only ended up having to stop my awkward, sneezy speed-walking once in the remaining two blocks home, for a rogue rapid fit that came so fast, all i could do was stop in my tracks to sneeze over and over again into my mask, my chin tucked into my chest as i instinctively held my elbow up as if to cover the fit despite the mask.

by the time i got into my apartment i had sneezed probably 35 times into my mask and the mess trapped inside was clinging awkwardly to my ever flaring nostrils, making the still unsatisfied itch even more unbearable. it felt almost like purposeful torture, as if the sensation of the mask’s now cool, damp fabric against the existing need to sneeze had become someone who was lightly tickling my nose with a feather, playfully torturing my glistening nostrils as they twitched. my nose was so unbelievably itchy and impossible to ignore in those last few steps to my apartment that i couldn’t help but try to rub my nose against my chest as i fumbled with my keys to unlock the front door. it didn’t even register with me that i was doing it until i had the door open and realized how ineffective of a handsfree nose rubbing method that had been, my desperate attempt at relief only bothering my nose more.

i didn’t even get the door all the way closed behind me before i was sneezing again, my walk up the stairs made difficult by more sudden rapid-fire sneezes, but i was determined to make it all the way home before i lost complete control. even though i was virtually alone, i still had no intention of taking off the mask until i was truly alone and behind a closed, preferably locked door—the thought of anyone seeing how much of a mess i was behind the mask was unbearable, somehow even more embarrassing than all the actual public sneezing itself. it couldn’t have taken me more than seconds to unlock my apartment door, the final destination and end to this nightmare, but it felt agonizingly long as i sneezed in rapid sets of 3s that felt like they echoed up and down the stairs. literally all i could think about was ripping the mask off, finally freeing my nose of the sort of self-inducing allergic torture chamber my mask had become and burying my mouth and nose into about a dozen tissues at once to have the fit of my life (or at least this week 🤣),

i truly applaud this man for not only keeping these flowers alive but THRIVING to the point they’re still pollinating, even as the temperatures drop and leaves fall in the same backyard, but i can’t deny that i daydream about the day i don’t have to try to hold my breath as i walk down that block…

so yeah, i guess in the nicest and gentlest way possible, i can’t wait for this man’s flowers to die (or be moved to some nice imaginary greenhouse in a land far away)

[bowserbabe]

@tmsource secret santa gift for @teresalisbns! Happy Holidays!

[edenscollardrawer]

Baby Bird - f!robin/f!PC

18+, content warnings & tags : dacryphilia, potential dub-con, explicit sex, established relationship 1314 words

The weathered, wooden floorboards creak under your feet as you raise your free hand to knock on the door. Robin’s console snugly nestled in the bend of your arm. You had asked to borrow it after school so you could play online games with Kylar, which she politely allowed. Robin never really could say no to you. Your foot starts tapping impatiently as nearly a minute passes with no response. Before you could even think about knocking on the door a second time, it swings open, revealing a rosy-cheeked Robin. Her freckle-studded cheeks look uncharacteristically irritated, while her bright eyes are bloodshot and tired. Tousled waves of auburn hair stick out in different directions. As soon as you see her, your eyebrows furrow. Shoving your way into her room, you began to question her.

"Have you been crying? What's going on?" If there was anything you hated seeing, it was your precious girlfriend crying. Robin plasters a barely convincing smile on her face, reaching out to take her console back from you. 

“I’m fine. Never better.” her words come out through gritted teeth. Studying her behavior, your eyes trail over her face and body before patting the spot beside you. You motioned her to sit. She obliged, albeit reluctantly. Her body was positioned in a way as if she was trying to avoid you. Hesitating, you rest a hand on Robin's knee which seems to trigger some sort of reaction. Her face turned two more shades of pink and her big, doe eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Robin?” You ask softly, thumb tracing gentle circles over her knee, “W-what happened? Is it Bailey again?” Suddenly she whips around, pushing your hand off her body. Her brown mascara starts running down her cheeks as the tears break through. Her tone is sharp albeit still trembling, 

“A-are you serious? You… you really think this is just about Bailey?” she snaps. Your body recoils, the rejection and anger making your face run hot. If this isn’t about Bailey, then what the fuck is it about? A shaking inhale fills your chest as you scoot closer, wrapping a hesitant arm around her shoulder.

“Can you please just tell me, Robin? I want to help.” Robin lets out an incredulous scoff, sniffling back the incoming waterworks. She flattens out her skirt, fingers playing anxiously with the hem as she contemplates what to say.

“K-Kylar…is that… are you…”, she trails off, unable to meet your gaze. The color drains from your face. Sure, Kylar is nice. You have English together, she’s always happy to help you study, and you've never met anybody so eager to be your friend - but that’s about it. Gaming together was something friends do.Robin never really struck you as jealous, but here’s this possessive, insecure streak rearing its head once again. 

What would it take to make her understand she’s the only one you want? As you study how her running mascara streaks over the landscape of freckles on her face, the way her swollen lips quiver, the way her shaking hands bunch up her short school skirt nervously… the heat in your face starts to travel downwards. You drop off the bed onto your knees, crawling towards her. Elbows propped up on her knees, your hand reaches up to cup her cheek, absently stroking it.

"Poor baby bird..." you coo, gently running your thumb along her trembling bottom lip. She brushes a stray wave out of her eyes and looks down at you, flushing further. An audible gulp fills the quiet room as she attempts to swallow back her crying. 

“You’re so incredibly cute… so, so cute when you cry, Robin…” Your words drift quietly through the cramped orphanage room. Gentle hands trail from her face down to her top, where you expertly thread each button through to undo her school blouse. She sniffles again and bites her lip to hold back a whimper. Your confident touch slips her shirt off her shoulders and you lean in, peppering sweet kisses along her shoulders as her blubbering comes to a halt. A tender, sweet noise escapes her pouting lips as you bite down gently, leaving a smattering of love bites down her small chest. You utter small reassurances to her as you push her skirt up her plush thighs, 

“I like you more than anyone else…” You whisper, your thumbs threading under the waistband of her pale pink panties. She always looks so pretty exposed like this, her supple lips slightly agape and her pupils all dilated. You pull down the dainty lace garment, exposing her dampening pussy. Every time you’re exposed to her, you feel like a feral animal being offered a fresh cut of prime meat. She makes you feel like a woman starved. Licking your lips, you bury your face between her pale thighs - licking a stripe up her dripping slit. A gentle whine escapes her, making you moan into her folds. Her hands lace into your hair, gently pulling you in closer. Your tongue licks circles around her sensitive bud, making her hips jerk upwards. You pull back, chin wet with her slick. 

“I bet your tears taste just as sweet as you do.” You purr, planting gentle kisses along her tummy as you travel upward to her face. She pants softly, legs parting and hearts racing as your tongue peaks out to trail up her salty skin, enveloping the remainder of her crying spell. Quickly dipping back down, you return to your post. Her head falls back loosely, savoring the feel of your supple lips on her tender pussy. She’s so pliant, so obedient, she always is. Two fingers reach her tight entrance and slowly stretch her open, relishing in the delicious sounds that escape her. Her sweet wetness drools over your hand, encouraging you to continue. You keep up your persistent ministrations on her clit, lapping and sucking religiously. 

“God, you taste so fucking good…” You whisper against her, eliciting a gentle purr. Your fingers move furiously within her, coaxing out more of her delicious taste. Robin’s short nails dig into your scalp, pushing you deeply into her. Her short school skirt now drapes softly over the curve of your head, shielding the lewd sight from her gaze. The crying has long been forgotten, replaced with blubbering of a very different kind. Every gasp and breath creates a symphony in your head; it’s like angels singing. Your digits dig into her thick, freckled thighs as you savor her taste and bury your face impossibly deep within her. Skilled fingers piston in and out of her at a high velocity, each thrust filling the dank orphanage room with wet echoes of pleasure. 

“Y-your tongue f-feels so fucking amazing…” She breaths airily, spurring you on. Your fingers curl, digging deep into the spot that makes her squirm. Fluid gushes over your hand and soaks your face, making you moan. Thirsting tongue flutters against her as you drink up all you can muster before pulling back to ogle at her disheveled form. She’s never been more beautiful, more raw. Her auburn waves stuck to her forehead, her streaky brown mascara now dried upon her spotted cheeks, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You can't help but smile proudly at her, your hand tilting her chin up to look at you. Getting up to stretch, you sit in her lap and cradle her head against your breasts. Your hand idly plays with a loose curl on the back of her head as you coo at her once again, doting on her.

“Feeling better, baby bird?” You ask sweetly, kissing her on the top of her head. She nods gently, snuggling into you. You lay back on her comforter and pull her down onto you, relishing in the moment of closeness.  Hopefully she understands now. She’s the only one you want.

[pepperpixel]

WHERES UR HEAD AT- AT- AT- AT?

WHERES UR HEAD AT?

WHERES UR HEAD AT?

FiNALLY MORE ART… Srry I’ve been gone for a while!!!!!! I… have just.. been super busy. And I’m still busy lol. I got a lot goin on!!!! But… But…!!! I managed to finish some art today!!! Thank god lol- so yeah! Behold this funky nurse creature..! she will be committing medical malpractice on u..!!! And that is a promise!! Or ur money back guaranteed!

[novakiart]

🤌 it's about the parallels 🤌

» aka my silly spideypool edit that you can also watch on youtube

[cherry-207]

"Hello?" Scriabin said, walking closer, careful not to startle the injured creature. One golden eye snapped open to look at him.

"Leave," it rumbled, voice hoarse and weak. Scriabin froze. He certainly hadn’t expected it to speak.

“What?” He blinked, trying to process.

"Get off my territory," Edgar growled. "I'm warning you."

"This is your island?" Scriabin inquired softly. His voice instinctively dropped to a gentle timber, not wanting to offend or startle the creature. He was smart enough to recognize the dangers of pressing in on an injured animal.

It all made sense then, why there were stories of good fishing. Of lost sailors finding this island, but never returning. Which he had chalked up to as a fable, because honestly if people didn't make it back from the island, how would there be stories? But seeing this feathered beast of myth made him worry if he was about to become part of those legends.

"It is. Now begone human, before I. . . " Edgar replied, his breathing labored as he shifted to look his way directly. Scriabin's eyes widened at the sight. Deep gashes tore across the harpy's face, dried trails crusting down his cheeks.

"Hey, that doesn't look so good," Scriabin observed, taking a half step closer...

Ok, @metamorphmigus and me made another Au!!! (surprise) and decided to start a little story with that premise, which basically Edgar is a harpy and Scriabin is a pirate, they both get stranded on an island, if you want to know more, please read Skybound Serenade in AO3! This is a picture of chapter 1! I will try to illustrate each chapter as Meta updates it ♥ Although this is an Au, Scriabin still belongs to @zarla-s!

[actualbird]

so for fun im working on a statistical report on the mariluke ao3 scene. this data is not final because i wanna put the real data cutoff at may 26, 2024, so that itll include any new fics made for @marilukeweek buuuuuut i wanted to do a preemptive scan of the data so far.

i did a scan of fics posted per month to see if there are any surges or trends and it's pretty cool. mariluke economy seems to surge from oct-nov, and then we tend to shrivel up and die in the summer months usually

in terms of ratings so far, mariluke is a horny bunch. not all of us, but a good big chunk, HAHA

also, for funsies, here's an excerpt from the actual report WIP. lines are highlighted in orange because this is all subject to change with new fics thatll come in up until may 26, but i just wanted to share because of the last paragraph. congrats marius!!

aaaaand as a last tidbit, here is the list of every unique mariluke author as is recorded by ao3 as of april 19, 2024, along with the number of mariluke fics theyve written . i hope to see some new writers grace this list once marilukeweek rolls around ;w;

[dollhousemary]

“The Dollhouse” — a dialogue poem between Chuck and Metatron, for today’s prompt of the same name!

this poem was inspired by a good handful of other things, namely Supernatural 11x20 "Don't Call Me Shurley", "A Doll's House" by Henrik Ibsen, "The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane" by Kate DiCamillo, and a philosophical dialogue between Socrates and one of his students, Euthyphro :)

taglist below!

@spnpoetryrenaissance @aturnoftheearth @friendshapedcas @pinoruno @gracekisses @soupernatural @evenupsidedownbeautifulsomehow @magdaclaire @cinderellarhea @enochianribs @heartshapedcas @breo-rose @raytoroinmybackpack @gilmorenatural @leafblogger @supersapphical @notreallyaroad @frogstiel @ididit-allofit-foryou

[cyarskj1899]

This is black ppl for the next four years especially black women. Living our lives as the world burns from their own ignorance and bad choices

This is literally the mood of Every Black Woman, who voted for VP Harris including me, 20 Jan 2025-20 Jan 2029. We did our part, and our Jewish friends, our LGBTQ friends, Latina women & AAPI allies.

It’s “Get Somebody Else To Do It” season!

We tried… Now they finna FAFO

If you don’t understand, your apart of the somebody else

as for bw we’re Watching the World burn & sipping our drank!!!