#i think ive blocked more people than ive followed

[chillicoded]

one thing about me is i know where the block button is and im not afraid to use it. hate my favs? blocked. love my woats? blocked. serious shipper? blocked. hardcore drooling over drivers? blocked. hardcore nsfw? blocked. i will Not be made sad or uncomfortable on My Own Damn Tumblr Dashboard

[httpiastri]

sweet 20 – pa17

genre: hmmm kinda fluffy a lil suggestive, idk

pairing: reader x paul aron

warnings: mentions of alcohol.... idk anything else

word count: 1.3k

author's note: hmmmm idk about this one 😭 writer's block has been so bad recently and when i pressure myself to write, it all just gets so bad. idk. also ive had such a long day and i just wanna get this out before the day is over..... and it's only been proofread once 😕 anyway, hbd again paul <3

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"where did the birthday boy go?" dino's loud voice meets your ears over the blasting music and you turn to the side, seeing the swede making his way to you. "i almost mistook the two of you for siamese twins, seeing how close you've been all night."

he is right – paul has been pretty much attached to your hip for most of the evening. his hands have been on you at all times, fingers constantly dancing across your skin or along the fabric of your dress. even in a club filled with his friends, with people who would love to spend some time with the birthday boy, he still wouldn't let go of you.

"he needed to use the bathroom," you tell him with a chuckle. "i just barely managed to pry his fingers off me so he could leave me here, i didn't really feel like being pulled along."

dino laughs. "good call. the bathrooms here are pretty nasty..."

"yeah, i've seen the women's bathrooms, so i can imagine what the men's is like." he gives you an acknowledging nod. silence falls over the two of you for a moment as he just sips his drink, but then you speak up. "hey, good job at planning this all. paul was really surprised-"

"what was i surprised about?" paul's voice echoes from behind you, and just as you're about to turn to look at him, you feel two strong arms wrap around you, keeping you in place. "hm?"

"this surprise party," you tell him. "you really had no idea, did you?"

"no idea." he rests his chin on top of your shoulder, leaning his head on yours slightly. his voice grows quieter. "i missed you, you know."

"you missed me? when, now?" paul nods against your shoulder, and you look to dino with a grimace. he answers with a shake of his head, rolling his eyes at his best friend. "you left to go to the bathroom about two minutes ago."

paul hums. "but i still missed you."

you've almost never seen him this clingy. it's only when he gets a couple of drinks down that he's like this – and tonight, he's definitely had more than his share of the open bar. the strong smell oozing from him signals that the hangover will be bad. hopefully, it's worth it.

"i'm going to go find gabriele," dino says to excuse himself, disappearing in just a second.

you turn around in paul's arms, a smile creeping onto your lips when you see the very hazy expression on his face. "hi there," you say, pressing a quick kiss to his nose.

"hi there."

you pause for a second, but then you get an idea. you move your hands to wrap around his forearms. "i want to dance."

he shakes his head instantly. "you've seen me dance before, no way am i embarrassing myself in front of all these people."

"come on," you groan, pulling yourself out of his embrace to take his hands in yours. "it's your birthday, so you have to dance." he's about to interject, so you cut him off, beginning to back towards the dance floor. "i'm not taking no for an answer."

his mouth opens as if he has something to say back, but then he closes it, thinking better of it. he allows you to pull you with him, and the music envelops you the moment you step onto the dance floor. you can feel the bass inside your bones, and the lights overhead flash in an array of colors, casting a vibrant glow over the crowd. paul follows you reluctantly, his expression a mix of hesitance and amusement. after all, a gorgeous woman is dragging him with her to dance with him. how can he not be at least a little intrigued?

the atmosphere out there is contagious, and you can't help but caught up in the energy. moving with the flow of the crowd underneath the lights feels so natural to you – but paul isn't the same. he loves partying, sure, but the dancing itself...

he doesn't even notice his own lack of energy before you reach up to give his face a playful slap. "hey, ease up."

his eyebrows rise. "lead me, then..."

you can't help but let out a giggle at the request; underneath this tough, firm exterior hides a soft, sweet guy who's so insecure about his dancing that he freezes like this. of course, you help him out – it's your duty as his girlfriend, you think – and you place your hands on his shoulders. "grab my hips," you tell him. "and relax a little. this can't be any worse than driving your racing cars."

"it sure feels like it."

you shake your head. "now, just... move."

and that's what he does. you're not sure if it's because of the alcohol, or because his favorite the weeknd song is blasting from the speakers, but he's moving much more smoothly than he usually is.

or maybe it's your sweet smile that's encouraging him to keep on going.

as the song progresses, and then melts into another, paul seems to let go more and more. he actually dances surprisingly well – at one point, he even spins you, and you can't help but laugh at the unexpected skill.

the way that his hands move up and down your sides, sometimes slipping behind you to give your butt a quick squeeze, combined with the intoxicating scent of his cologne, makes your heart flutter even further. it seems to have an effect on paul too, because he pulls you closer to him. your eyes meet his, and for a moment, it feels like the world slows down. the desire in his gaze is unmistakable, and the intensity of the connection between the two of you is easily noticeable to anyone within a mile's radius.

he leans forward, lips grazing your ear as he whispers to you. "let's get out of here."

you lean back with a frown on your face, looking at him like he's crazy. "this is your party. all of your friends are here-"

"fuck my friends, i don't care about them." you slap his shoulder playfully, a gasp passing through your lips. "all i want is you."

"you're insatiable, you know that?"

he shrugs. "what can i say? you're irresistible."

you shake your head. now it's your turn to lean forward and whisper into his ear. "later," you start, giving his cheek a little kiss. "patience, my dear."

he groans. "i can't be patient. i think you know that by now."

"too bad. you haven't even had any cake yet." you grin. "or opened your presents."

"i only know of one gift that i want to unwrap..." he says, fingers reaching traveling lower on your dress and eventually reaching the hem, giving it a slight tug.

yet another giggle slips past your lips, but then you catch a glimpse of something behind him – and your gaze is different when you look back at him. you lean in closer, pressing your body up against his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours. your lips brush against him once, ever so slightly, and his breath hitches in his throat. is she actually about to give in?

"sorry to disappoint, but..."

timing has never really been on paul's side; he's always been unlucky in that way. even on his own birthday, things don't seem to work out for him – because just as he thinks he's getting somewhere, you suddenly pull away. his confusion only grows when the music is shut off and replaced with the sound of the entire club singing the birthday song. you point behind him, and he turns around to see a few of his friends carrying a big birthday cake, twenty lit candles perched on top of it.

"happy birthday," you whisper, and he shakes his head when he looks back at the teasing grin stretched across your lips.

"you're killing me. you know that, right?"

[raytoebiter]

iv. don't you dare forget the sun (written work)

The area around your café, just a few meters down the block, was a small, isolated town. The reason why it was dubbed as isolated was due to its vulnerability to endangered animals. It used to be popular. It really did. That was, until people eventually got tired of the lack of availability and access to the city resources. So, eventually, they moved to the city.

So to say, it's a really small town with only elders typically living in the area since they were mostly the ones who knew how things went from there. And since your café was just right outside of the pathway that led to said 'small town', it was mostly habituated with a lot of elders, tourists, and sometimes, students. The only season that it gets crowded is when it comes to exam season, so it's a bit hectic.

And now that you're a senior in highschool now, your grandmother decided it would be a good idea to hire a bit more employees to help you out.

Well. Not if said 'employee' is your damn rival!?

The sound of a groan interrupts your internal panic, and you're met with creepy, damn purple eyes and an ugly sneer with the ugliest fucking face, "stop looking like an addict and stop using your phone."

"Shut the fuck up, what are you doing here?" You narrow your eyes, scowling at him as he smiled, "and I wasn't using my phone, mind you."

"Sure," he scoffs, before leaning into the counter with a sneer, “don't tell me you kiss your nanny with that mouth, [Name]?"

Your eye twitches in indignance, and the shit-eating smirk on his punchable face only widens, "answer my question, Scara."

Indignantly, Scaramouche finally drops the facade and shrugs you off, "take a guess, fuckwipe. who do you think your new slave is?"

You freeze. Fuck, what the fuck. It's real. What. The. Fuck.

And as the sound of his breath drags out of his mouth in a painstaking manner, you burst.

"What do you mean? You're the new barista? You gotta be fucking kidding me—"

"No shit–"

"Dealing with you in school is already enough, but now I have to deal with you in my precious free time in work too—"

"I'm not enjoying this as much as you don't, FYI–"

"I don't care if you enjoy this or not, you're ruining every aspect of my life with that presence of yours!"

"Now that's fucking selfish, isn't it? I won't enjoy being in that cramped little space dealing with your bullshit either–"

"Well, get out of here then!" You lash out, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you glare into his damn creepy purple eyes staring you down. The sound of your heart palpitating at a rapid rate feels way too clear in your ears to the point you're convinced it's as if it's right next to it. But, you pay no heed to it and continue glowering at the frowning man in front of you.

You could practically see the gears turning inside his head before his brows furrowed down even further and before he could open his mouth, a bell chimes just right beside you, followed by a hoarse, gentle voice.

“Oh? Is that the new kid? Why are you two arguing? I could hear you all the way to the back.”

“No, we're just—”

—Then, a hand grips the top of your head. What the fuck. Roughly, too.

Perhaps turning to him with the most confused and disgusted expression would scare away the hand gripping your head as if it was a stress ball, right? Because, it really was starting to hurt. And, never mind that. Why? What the fuck is up with thim. Also, he's lucky he's taller than you despite being 5'6. Fuck this piece of—

"Nah, actually, we're super fine here. She's just being noisy 'cause I scored higher than her earlier in our recitation." Scaramouche says casually with the most pseudo smile, all the while threading his fingers to your hair more gently this time.

And, what the fuck. Why is it gentle. Why. Why. What in actual fuck is happening. Didn't he just tell you to kill yourself just a few hours back in your classroom. What the fuck. Never mind that, why the fuck is he smiling like the fakest bitch you've ever seen.

And amidst your dilemma, your grandmother beams, and it's so comical in the way her eyes light up and her grin widens, "is that so? Do you two know each other? classmates? friends?"

The fingers that were once gently scraping its fingertips onto your scalp tenses; and briefly, you could feel what he was feeling from the way his fingertips slightly trembled—and it feels weird, because why would he be trembling?

Slapping his idle hand away from your scalp, a sigh rattles your body, "yeah, no. we're just classmates."

Unfortunately, goes unsaid in the air.

“Ah. So, friends it is!”

The heck.

In that case, you have no idea how to tell her that you considered murdering the said "friend" beside you with a pen back when he shoved his damn palm onto your face just so he could get the points first.

You sheepishly clear your throat. “no, we're just—”

Scaramouche cuts you off, shrugging indignantly, “yeah, we're friends.”

What a dick.

Baffled, you're about to interrupt when he turns to you with sharp, narrowed eyes before continuing with a tired tone, “can we just start the meeting? I have an appointment by—” he glances at the clock, noting it before facing your grandmother again with an apologetic smile, “..around three hours from now.”

Her wrinkly eyes darted to the clock, before rushing to the door and flipping the sign over, “my! how impolite of me, come, come! help me with the boxes before we start with the meeting. Hurry, you two!”

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A few things run in your head as you sat through two hours of the meeting with the same monologue you've heard over the past years.

First off—why the fuck was he acting like the kindest dick you've ever known. Why is he even acting so kind in front of your grandma. Why is he even here. Why did he use your head as a fucking stress ball. Why did his fingers tremble upon the mention of you two being friends. Did he hate you that much that even the image of you two being friends scare him. Damn, you kinda agree to that though. And goddamn, did you literally crash out in front of him? God—

As your grandmother finishes her long introduction to the café rules and the like, she finally leaves you two alone at the expense of getting snacks and coffee. And to talk. Apparently.

The bell chimes again the second time that night, and all that was left in the cramped staff room was you, the whiteboard with the new schedule and a very pissed-frowning Scaramouche.

“Fuck,” he muttered while glaring into the new schedule. As if staring at it with such disdain would have it engraved into his mind.

Naturally, you react with a sigh, “so, you're actually going to work at this place, huh?”

He drowsily leans back into his chair, still glaring into the damn whiteboard, “Unfortunately, yeah. didn't think I'd have to spend my fridays with you in it too.”

Humming, you mutter a small, “yeah, same.”

Then, silence.

“So—”

“Can I—”

Both of you pause to look at each other with frowns and sharp glares.

“Why in the fucking hell are we acting like two damn middle schoolers about to engage in intercourse.”

Another question courses through your head and this time, you voice it out loud in genuine curiosity, “why are you so vulgar? this is like, the 10th curse word I've heard from you.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “surprise, surprise, ass-kisser.”

“Ass-kisser? What—”

“When can I fucking leave? It's almost time.”

Ugh. Welcome Lieutenant of Patience here, everyone!

Your brow twitches upward in annoyance, “you're not even going to wait until grandma comes back?”

Frowning, he turns to you with a scrunched expression, “I don't plan on making friends here, [Name].”

You scoff as you roll your eyes, right. He stands with a creak, already turning to the exit.

“Back door’s to the right! I'll tell grandma you had to leave early, since it sounds like you're going to piss your pants for that appointment you have!"

His figure briefly stills for a second in the reflection of the whiteboard, and with a dubious tone, he mutters under the dull hums of the AC, "ugh. thanks. or whatever.”

The door clicks to a close and you stare at it with absolute disbelief.

What the fuck has this day gone into.

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synopsis: in which your fate somehow gets entangled into a messy jumble between punk music in cozy cafés, intense rivalry, cherished yakults, parallelograms and quantum physics, competitions in contests and rainy days. or in other words; the universe seems to fucking hate your guts for whatever reason and decided to curse your love life with your awful crass emo twink-a-fuck rival. the question is; did the curse work?

taglist (44/50): @toekissers , @raineyun , @onigirilaw , @ecinoriri , @localscarasimp , @potteraep , @shutingstar , @kaikaidenki , @starsacubi , @scaraenthusiast1 , @dazqa , @wraithisd3adinside , @x-hihihi-x , @rxi-n-lyche3 , @automaticpatroltragedy , @mi2ukiss , @lalalaloveallmydays , @trulyylee , @jayzioxx , @featuredtofu , @kazemiya , @capcryooo , @help-whatdoimakemyusername , @skyoverkill1 , @phoenix-eclipses , @anqelkoz , @miyakomari , @saechiro @shyentsfoundthetrink , @swivi , @vixialuvs , @eternally-kira143 , @heusalettle , @kumikssr @yomishen , @mywillt0live , @baldrapunzel @jiminscarmex @sushitushi , @liuaneee , @shynsgore , @mechanicalbeat1 , @marivaudages

authors' notes - why is tumblr being a bitch smh also DOUBLE UPDATE WIPEEE

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[daytaker]

The Obey Me! Gang as dril tweets

Lucifer: i challenge any man who thinks that my 7 handsome border collies are too loud through-out the day to a round of Chess, the game of kings Mammon: just because im following yiou on here doesn't mean im obligated to read your fucking posts, or like you, or marry you and be happy forever, Leviathan: (after hearing the library has games ,i arrive at the front desk, disguised as a non-gamer) er.. im here for some.. book's Satan (OG): if you say the words "Room temperature" to me ill flip my lid. room temp varies depending on the room. youre talking shit out of your mouth. Satan (NB): IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL Asmodeus: i like to act genuinely baffled when people tell me to shut the fuck up. like "Huh? But why? The shit i post here helps people, but ok," Beelzebub: holy gravy holy meat holy moly let us eat Belphegor: go ahead. keep screaming "Shut The Fuck Up " at me. it only makes my opinions Worse Diavolo: my friends, theres nothing i enojy more than a capsule of beer , while tasting beer with other 18-34 year olds, at the beer store Barbatos: fairly confident that even if i became a rat some how, i still would not want to fuck any of the other rats Solomon: the jduge orders me to take off my anonymous v mask & im wearing the joker makeup underneath it. everyone in the courtroom groans at my shit Simeon: there is too much of Lies... Luke: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked, none of you are free of sin Mephistopheles: Hm lets see. Do I "Shut the fuck uop", or continue exposing the truths of life to the chagrin of the 99% of people on earth who are villains Thirteen: judges should sentence perverts to more stupid shit, like making them do obstacle courses made out of porno. bet it's not so good now huh Raphael: baptizing my badge and gun, in Sinnersblood MC: ive seen like 9 separate group dms that are named "Boys Chat". 9 parallel universes, each with their own fucked up opinions regarding Lunch

*All misspellings, typos, and grammatical errors are from the original tweets.

[badgyalshii]

WANNA TRY IT WITH ME?

word count: 3.1k?

warnings! smut, maybe some typos, oral (f) and missionary, overstimulation, some dirty talk.

pairing! only fans!timothee chalamet x (f) friend!reader (ALWAYS SAFE FOR POC + PLUS SIZE)

a/n: hereee goes my long awaited apology for the finale of its never over🙄 i hope you guys enjoy! two hands on the phone please😏 the “xxx” is a divider btw i just got lazy lmao TELL ME IF IT SERVES CUNTTTT (requests are open)

have you read the series? check it out!

like shii’s writing!? check out her masterlist for her future imagines/series! (that needs to be updated, come on shii wtf r u doing😒)

It was no secret that timothee owned a onlyfans, he didnt really talk about it though. He didnt want it to be the main conversation between him and his friends, he kept the subjects separated but he was very close with his fans. You said you would always support what he does and even registered for an account to follow him, he tried to fight it and block you from his page, but you said it wasnt really that big of a deal considering you would never open the app and just to let you love him, to which he sighed and let it go, but convsersations were awkward because in the back of his mind he didnt know and was wondering you ever watched his videos. It was only a side gig, but he wanted to focus on college and small acting.

One day, you decided to initiate the conversation with timmy while you both ate chinese. ¨i just felt like if i talked to you about it then it would be hard for you to separate me from being a normal sensitive person from being ya know….that¨ he explained, you shrugged. ¨i mean, i wouldnt look at you differently- not that ive watched but i know you, and how could i judge such a sweet person like you? The only thing that i would have questions about is, like, is it awkward? On camera? Im not even comfortable with myself so put myself on camera and do that-¨ ¨if you dont like yourself, trust their is someone to appreciates you like ten times more than you do on a good day. Theres no reason for you to feel like that¨ he said looking over before eating the rice with a fork. You let out a hum and things fell silent as you both watched a movie, but it was clear you both were thinking. ¨would- would you like…¨ he looked over at you, your eyebrows lifted as you looked at him, he seemed nervous as his cheeks were slowly turning rosy, he cleared his throat before finishing his question. ¨like try it?¨ he asked, ¨erm¨ you said before thinking to yourself, ¨maybe with someone i trust, could be fun¨ you smiled before asking for the rice, taking a forkfull bite off of the same utensil that timmy used. He shrugged, becoming more comfortable, seeing as you were rather chill about the situation, it was a joke to him, what he was about to say, but the tone that came out otherwise said different.

¨wanna try it with me?¨ your eyes widened in surprise, to which he laughed, ¨joking, im joking¨ he let out with a nervous chuckle leaving his lips, his face was visibly warm now, a big grin on his face trying to fight off the fact that he said that. You chewed and swallowed your rice carefully, not saying a word and looking at him while he looked at you, itching and waiting for your response. You shrugged, ¨fuck it¨ your stomach was doing flips, what were you saying? Are you fucking serious? You thought after you said that, your eyebrows high and a side smile on your lips. His mouth parted, ¨when-when would you wanna do it?¨ he asked, ¨its your page, shouldnt you make the rules?¨ you muttered, setting down the rice. ¨tommorow maybe?¨ he let out, watching you get up, you said yeah and said you had to use the bathroom.

When you made it to the bathroom you looked at yourself in the mirror before letting out a sigh and putting a hand on your face is disbelief, what had you singed yourself up for? Why were you just talking? Were you just talking? It was clear that you both were very attractive, so imagine what people think. Your shared friends already think you guys have something casual going on, so would they really be surprised if you both busted out with a cake saying ¨we did it! We fucked! (and recorded)¨? You bit your lip before running the water and washing your hands, before exiting out of the bathroom and sitting next to timothee again.

XXX

You both shyd away about the idea even if it was just the next day, but here we are. You sat ontop of timothees bed, fully clothed and your hair out of the way. You bit your lip, you were anxious, you didnt know how to feel about this, how would others take it? What if they didnt like you? What if you didnt like it. Timothee sat infront of you the entire time, telling you that it was okay if you didnt want to do it and reassuring you the entire time and double checking in with you. As nervous as you were, there was a small burst of excitement that jumped in your stomach.

He bit his lip, ¨you ready?¨ he asked, holding up the camera, about to record you. On the nightstand sat a white viberator, body oil, and lube just incase. He raised three fingers behind the camera, initiating a count down, he very soon pressed the record button, you saw the red small light from the camera flicker. A smile played on your lips from awkwardness but you tried your best to cover it up. ¨this is y/n. One of my closest friends who wanted to join us today¨ he chuckled, ëyes on the screen as he looked through the camera to see you. ¨but ill let her introduce herself¨ he finished, your eyes widened, you didnt know what to do. ¨im nervous¨ you let out with a pity smile and you both let out a laugh, ¨just get undressed while you introduce yourself¨ he let out a small grunt as he watched you immediately catch on and start pulling up your top.he bit his lip, he couldnt deny you looked fucking great, the way your breasts were laid pretty in that bra and how your hips sat with the hidden treasures just waiting to be touched. You watched as he slowly palmed himself and continued to record. You decided this was the right time to speak up.

¨my name is y/n, but timothee told you that¨ you laughed as you stripped your shirt off, muffled music played in the back but you both werent too focused on that, you wore a matching set for the circumstance, and when your bra was revealed he let out a muttered fuck and applied more pressure to his clothed cock. T̈his is my first time¨ you continued, looking over at the oil before reaching over, your ass in the air as you reached for it he let out a sigh, and watched as your back arched and when you came back at sat correctly, he lended his hand out, ¨i wanna do that¨ he said, and you complied, handing him the oil, he let out a small groan, he was as hard as a rock and youve barely even started, he had no shirt on but he had his grey sweatpants, he took the camera and set it up on its stand on the end of the bed.

When he looked back at you, you sat there innocently, you sat on the back of your calves, legs closed and looking up at him so lost, it turned him on that he could take control and lead you. He softly grabbed your neck and pulled you in for a slowly soft to passionate open mouth kiss, pulling your head towards himself before letting you go and moving behind you, his warm touch on your arms, following all the way up to your neck and you tilted your head back on his shoulder as he now kissed your neck and uncuffed your bra. ¨shittttt¨ he muttered, looking at your tits and taking them into his hands, to which they fit perfectly, your nipple between his first and middle finger, rolling them around as soft sighs of pleasure left your lips, he looked at you the entire time before applying a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. You closed your eyes and let him lead you, you felt like you were falling in his arms and allowed him to take you anywhere, you swore this is what you needed, you almost forgot the camera was even there. He put his hand on your waist before he reached for the oil and while he did that, you stripped yourself from your shorts, revealing your matching thong before getting back into pisition and you looked at the camera, thinking you should be more seductive, you looked at it and let out a moan as the warm oil hit your body, he rubbed it over your chest, your stomach, his touch was gentle the entire time, ¨can you bend over infront of the camera for me?¨ he asked gently, you looked at him and nodded, your ass was pointed to the camera and he moved behind you and to the side, his eyebrows raised as you arched as your already glistening cunt was soaking the thin material of the thong, he applied oil over your ass and rubbed it in before his hands crawled up to the sides of your thong, ¨is it okay if i pull this down?¨ he asked, you nodded and he looked at you before dropping your panties, he let out a sigh of satifacation and rubbed over your entrance, you let out a hum and arched your back further before he plunged a finger into your soaking wet cunt, your mouth dropped as he slowly fingered you, he watched as your walls tighten around his fingers, his mouth dropped and he couldnt wait to put his dick inside.

He lifted up your ass as he started to apply pressure and finger harder, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back at him. ¨like that?¨ he asked as he continued to finger, you bit your lip and nodded your head, your hips moved back into his hand as a small smirk played on his face before he stripped his fingers away, you let out a whine, wanting him to keep going before he surprised you and applied his tongue to your clit, your mouth dropped, his tongue was circling and you let out a moan.

¨timmy” left your lips, fuck. Is this what you were missing out on? Your stomach has butterflies as you leaned back wanting more, he let out a chuckle against your lips in cockiness seeing as you were enjoying this. He shook his head against your pussy and you moaned his name again. ¨dont stop, make me cum timmy¨ he let out another hum against your pearl before pulling away with a pop. ¨make you cum? Want me to make you cum baby?¨ he asked, pumping his fingers.

You looked back at him and seen your juices covering his lips, you could finish just now, looking at his low eyes, looking at him made it seem like he was clouded with ecstasy. He licked his lips and you nodded, letting out a soft please. He kissed your ass before getting on his knees and pulsing into your pussy harder, your eyebrows furrow as you close your eyes, opened mouth gasps and a deep moan just rips away from your lips, fuck, you couldnt take it. And the way timothee looked at you didnt help, ¨shit¨ he muttered, taking his thumb and rubbing your pearl in complete circles. Your mouth hung low as your belly started to heat up, you could feel yourself about to explode. You let out a whine and he bit his lower lip, ¨look at me, look at me while i make you cum¨ he circled faster, you looked at him desperate, desperate to finish.

And suddenly you did, ¨timmy!¨ you let out, your eyes rolling and the way he tried to ride your high out was overstimulating for you so you jerked your body from his fingers, to which he laughed at. ¨shut up¨ you laughed, putting your heand in your hands as your stomach continued to burn from the release. ¨you okay?¨ he asked again, you nodded yes and it was okay and that you were ready for the next round, he smiled at you, and you smiled back, before something else caught your attention. He was clearly breathing heavier and as you shamelessly panned his body, and something else was clearly looking at you.

He didnt try to hide it, instead, he grabbed it while he looked at you, ¨missionary? Or?¨ he asked. You shrugged in return, you liked that he mentioned missionary first, “is that a good angle?” you asked, “any shot with you in it is a good angle, y/n” he said, stripping from his sweats and boxers before coming over to press a kiss on your lips. Once again, the kiss became heated, he leaded you to lay on your back while your lips were still together. He came down and laid firm on you, pressing up against your bare pussy. You held onto his curls as his soft lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth, shamelessly clashing against yours, your teeth. It was so hot, he pumped himself before pressing up against your entrance. He rubbed his dick messily against your clit, looking at you jutter under his touch, he kissed your head before he entered slowly, a soft sigh left your lips as you made eye contact with him, watching his eyebrows press together from the easy slip in, to the tight satisfying feeling of your pussy wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. He looked at you for approval, and you nodded.

“y/n, fuck you feel good” he muttered, his mouth opening as you opened your legs further, wanting more. A throaty moan left your mouth as you leaned up on your elbows to watch him fuck you, his dick hit your spot everytime and he only moved faster. “Timmy, keep going” you moaned, your head tilting back from the euphoria. He reached up and grabbed your tit, massaging it as he continued to let out moans, “fuck, like that? You like that?” he muttered, now focusing and putting his hands on both sides of your head. He rocked his hips thorough, his mouth agape and low groans ripping away as the headboard of the bed clashed against the wall time and time again.

“yes! mmph-“ you were cut off by how deep his dick was inside you and how your sensitive nipples tickled in his touch, the way he looked so focused and lost in the moment only made you more wet, you tilted your head back and let out a cry, he was hitting the same spot over again and fucking you harder, you felt your walls clench desperately and that only motivated him more. “timmy!” you whine, putting your hand on his stomach and closing your legs around him, the sound of skin on skin became more relevant as he didnt stop, “i got you” he let out in a breathy, low and seductive tone.

he slapped your hand out of the way before taking it and your other and placing them ontop of the pillow, holding your hands by the wrist as he came down and kissed your sweet spot, “oh my- mmm!” a high pitched hum broke and tried to hide your neck, this was all so overpowering and it felt so good, “where do you want me to cum, y/n” he whispered in your ear, “fuck!” he closed his eyes and his hips rutted slowly, still having powerful strokes, “inside” you let out, he looks up at you before letting out a laugh, “are you crazy? you’re gonna get pregnant- shit” the pleasure took over, canceling his sentence.

“i wont” you shook your head, fuck thats all you wanted, for him to fill you up, give himself to you fully. he looks at you and presses a kiss to your lips before letting out an okay, he takes one of his hands off of your wrists to come down and rub your clit, but it was difficult considering how wet you were. your body was overstimulated and tried to fight his hand off by moving your hips, but when you moved them it just made him go deeper, past your spot, you froze in that position, your body shocked as he hit a point you didnt know anyone could. “fuck! dont stop!” you scream in a whiney tone, keeping your hips where they were. “cum for me” he said, his jaw clenching as he looked at you with all seriousness, “take it, take it from me make me cum!” you cry, his hand moved faster against your clit and more rough groans left his lips, your mouth suddenly became agape and he looked at you, your eyes pouring into his as you came. “timmy, im, im cumming” your eyebrows furrowed, it felt like the world stopped, your body jerked and released all the knots in your stomach. he came down and you both shared and open mouthed sloppy kiss, he bit his lip and and looked down at you, fucked you harder and the bed creaking and the camera was so close to flipping over.

“mmm” his lips pursed together, fucking you faster now, “timmy!” you cried again, before his mouth dropped, a whiney moan left him lips “y/n, y/n, aw, fuckkk y/n” he said over and over again, feeling his seed shoot up in your stomach as he looked at you, both eyes were desperate for each other, so hazed in the stars. he let you go and your arms went under his, holding him as he let out “uhs” as he finished cumming inside you, and making sure you got all of it as he messily rutted his hips until failure. your back came off the matress as you accepted the cum shooting up your pussy as your chest uncontrollably heaves.

his head falls into the deep of your neck, still breathing heavy but applied kisses there. Once he catches his breath, he sits back up and pulls out, a curse leaving your lips as he grabbed the camera and pointed it at you, you looked at him behind the camera, he was still breathing heavy and he reached his hand to your lips, his thumb brushing over them before you took it into your mouth and sucked, a smirk and a small chuckle left his lips before he took out his thumb and traced it along your body, you were covered in sweat, your body glistening heavenly, or at least he thought so. the camera following, all the way down until he zoomed in on your fucked out area, seeinng the cum slowly leaking from your hole and your clit visibly swollen. he separates your folds from each other, “man i could really eat you out again” he joked.

[vladdyissues]

Lately Ive seen some awful things about antis and haters making threats and getting artists banned from Tumblr and X. Im new to the Phandom and love pompep but Im scared i'll be targeted if I write and share pompep fics. How do you manage sharing your work so bravely?

Firstly, welcome to the Phandom—and especially Pompous Pep! I have a simple protocol for enjoying a drama-free Tumblr experience:

Preventative Action

1. Find your community. Follow other Pompep fans and supporters and reblog their things. Don't be afraid to leave nice tags; we love and welcome interactions :) You can also join the Pompep Discord server if you enjoy chatting (DM me for details).

2. Turn off anon asks. This will solve 99% of all potential problems, and you can turn it back on whenever you want. Antis are cowards who prefer to hide behind the mask of anonymity. They seldom have the courage to say something with their whole username.

3. Block the obvious haters. This is a big fandom, and at some point you're likely to come across people openly hating on pompep, either on their bio, pinned posts, or comments. Block them. For an added layer of protection, add their username to your Filtering Options.

4. Tag your work appropriately. When posting, make sure your work is tagged correctly (the #pompous pep tag is especially important) so people who like pompep can find it and those who want to avoid it can block the tag. Use Content Labels when applicable.

5. Try to avoid using the platonic tag (#badger cereal) and the romantic tag (#pompous pep) at the same time. Some fans are really touchy about this. I'm not, and I think there are legitimate cases where use of both is applicable, but if you want to minimize friction, just stick with one tag or the other.

If you're not sure which tag to use, ask yourself what your intentions are with your art or fic. Is the goal a romantic relationship? If so, use the pompep tag. If it's truly ambiguous and could be seen either way, use the platonic tag first. You can always add another tag like "okay to tag as pompep", just to let people know they can interpret it however they please.

Responsive Action

If the above guidelines aren't 100% effective, here's what you do:

1. Don't feed the trolls. If you receive any negative asks in your inbox, it's important to NOT engage with them. Delete them, ignore them, don't let them get to you. Antis thrive on attention, so let them starve. Eventually they'll move on when they realize they're not going to get a rise out of you.

The same goes for any negative comment left on your work. Just delete it, block the person who left it, and pretend it never happened.

These asks and comments may come in the form of questions. Example: "How can you ship Danny with Vlad? That's [insert gross accusation here]" Resist the urge to answer these questions. They are not made in good faith. This person just wants to start an argument.

2. Report any harassment. If by some chance you receive a seriously hateful ask, like threats of violence or abuse, take a screenshot for proof/safekeeping, then report the message and the user if they're not anonymous. If the ask is anonymous, use the meatball menu (•••) at the top right to report the message and block the anon.

Final Words

It takes time to develop a thick skin and Don't Give A Fuck attitude, but it can be done. You are a phan. You have every right to be here and enjoy this fandom in peace, just like everyone else. Anyone who believes in harassing others over silly things like which cartoon characters should be allowed to kiss clearly has nothing better to do with their life. The sooner you shut them out, the happier you'll be.

Regarding media: Artists attract a lot more negative attention than writers for reasons I won't get into right now, but if you're mainly a writer, you will enjoy a much quieter fandom experience. Wherever you post your stories—I recommend AO3; DM me if you need an invite—follow the same advice there as I've given here: make sure your work is tagged correctly; support your fellow Pompep fans by reading and commenting on their works, building that community; moderate comments if you're concerned about negativity; block and mute users if they give you any trouble, and you'll enjoy a much more positive fandom experience.

There is strength in community. When you start making new fandom friends, you'll feel a lot less lonely, and that will give you the confidence you need to really have a good time here.

Wishing you the best, anon!

[myoddessy]

out with the old, in with the new | w2s/harry lewis

summary —new accounts, new lifestyle, new clubs every night. an insight into just what—and who—youtube's non-youtuber it girl got up to during her split from harry

*once again following the lead of @whoetoshaw and her bog universe's iconic breakup era ALSO, one of the twitter threads is rlly grainy and I'm sorry abt that, i couldn't properly fix it so you have to just zoom in on it 😭

2023, January

2018, July.

liked by zoeleonards, taliamar, masonmount, and 11, 824 others

yourusername lay all your love on me 🌻🍹☀️

tagged: zoeleonards, chloemitchells

zoeleonards london reality, greece fantasy 💔😞

yourusername ibiza couldn't come sooner!

wroetominter OMGOMG IVE DREAMED ABOUT YOU RETURNING TO SOCIAL MEDIA

ynfan omg shes glowing 🤩🤩

chloemitchells mykonos has never looked better 🤤😍😘

yourusername love u, lover girl 😘���� ❤️❤️

2018, August.

liked by chloemitchells, tobjizzle, leahwilliamson, and 20,349 others

yourusername snuck behind a dj booth and had a blast, had a few more shots than I should've, fell more in love with my girls. ibiza, you will forever be famous 🍾✨️

zoeleonards it was nice having the hotel room to just myself and Chloe for a bit x 🤣🤭

ynfangirl DOES THIS MEAN THE MASON MOUNT RUMOURS ARE TRUE??

chloemitchells @ynfangirl who's that? never heard of him 🤷‍♀️

ynloverrrr it HAS to be true

freyanightingale beautiful girl ❤️

yourusername ❤️❤️❤️

sidemenfav the way that her, freya, and talia still like each others posts and support each other 💔

liked by yourusername, taliamar, and freyanightingale

ynandharry tobi likes every one of her posts, too. they really are family no matter what 😭

2019, January

liked by pierregasly, zerkaa, mabel, and 30,568 others

yourusername we're able to have semi-classy girls trips, who knew?

tagged: zoeleonards

chloemitchells gutted I couldn't make it, I miss u two beautiful girls 😭❤️

yourusername CHLO!!! it wasn't the same without you, babe xx

zoeleonards I missed placing bets on who y/n was gonna make a move on 💔

yourusername IM NOT THAT BAD ZOË JESUS

chloemitchells yeah, give her some slack... it's usually placing bets on who's gonna make a move on her 😉

ynfanpage queen we need tips on how to live our best lives because you are teaching us all rn

yourusername 1) the only long term relationship you need to focus on is the one with yourself. 2) surround yourself with people you love and support & who will love and support you. 3) learn to not give a fuck what anyone else things because everyone's too busy in their own heads to care ❤️❤️

taliaminterr how is your life so aesthetic?? irl gossip girl vibes!!

yourusername babe trust my life doesn't look like this day to day, I only show the fun bits. rn it's 4am and I've got four day old greasy hair, dried mascara under my eyes (I watched UP without taking off my makeup first), and I'm eating cereal and drinking flat coke zero. I am not the standard you should aim for 😭😭

ynslover I love how open and honest she is about her content. she's actually such a good role model

liked by taliamar, freyanightingale, chloemitchells, and 19,519 others

yourusername apparently people think the party life in my photo dumps is my day-to-day? babes, if I can teach any of you one thing in life, it's that half the shit you see online is fake. half the 'candid' moments are staged, same goes for almost every picture you see. so here's a little dump of my actual reality

zoeleonards yeah guys she's actually so messy it's insane. it makes me want to move out

yourusername SHUT IT. zoë has about three different vases of dead flowers in her room because she forgets to take them out.

zoeleonards that's nothing on the old cups in your room

yourusername BLOCKING U

ynslover how does it feel to be the most relatable influencer ever even though you're not an influencer?

taliamar omg you've still got the vinyls!!

yourusername ofc, babe! I needed something to remember our days of charity shop hopping

2023, January

[patchesjam]

im rly cruious

[paintedperiwinkle]

plant dashboard simulator

🍁 nevergreen Following

when are we gonna talk about the superiority complex that evergreens have just because they don’t go dormant

🌱 sproutaloud Follow

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!

🌳 oakspoke Follow

um it’s quite literally the opposite actually?? evergreens are always ostracized because they don’t turn colors in autumn

🍁 nevergreen Following

found the evergreen apologist

#evergreens if i see u on this post ur getting blocked immediately

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🍌 fruitsalad Follow

just a reminder that imported produce take away from the desirability of locally grown produce!

🍓 berrysweet Following

what the fuck??

🥥 tropical-chill Follow

op i’m outside your house with a weedwhacker

#tw discourse #tw idiocy

36,294 notes

🥕 carrottop-deactivated10022023

demeaning crops who weren’t sowed with higher quality soil and fertilizer is elitist btw!

🍒 redandjuicy Following

literally who is doing that

🪴 homegrown Follow

flop post i fear

🍂 autumnbreeze Follow

bro deleted his whole account 💀

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🥀 wiltedbeauty Following

can we PLEASE talk about the pretty privilege of garden flowers?? weeds and wildflowers are always cast out just bc we aren’t “aesthetic”

🪻 violet-and-violent Following

and the most stuck up ones are ALWAYS roses and sunflowers

🥀 wiltedbeauty Following

YOU GET IT!!!

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🌻 de-flowered Follow

just got pollenated for the first time…

🌳 oakspoke Follow

some things can stay in the drafts op

🌷 pinkandpretty Following

don’t listen to them you go girl!

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🪴 homegrown Follow

dni if you think that kudzu shouldn’t be held accountable for the damage it’s done to native flora communities

🍌 fruitsalad Follow

op they aren’t gonna like this one…

🍁 nevergreen Following

your ass is always at the scene of the crime huh

57,385 notes

🍄 not-a-fun-guy Follow

do you guys ever feel like you don’t belong

0 notes

🌵 aloesoft Following

gentle reminder that the terms succulent and cacti are not interchangeable!! all cacti are succulents but not all succulents are cacti! it can be offensive to some of us to use them incorrectly!

🍓 berrysweet Following

reblogging so more people see this

#important

3,385 notes

🍃 soil-lover Following

all lawns are beautiful!! lawns with weeds! lawns with sparse grass and dirt patches! clover lawns! overgrown lawns! you are all beautiful!

🍂 autumnbreeze Follow

one of these things is not like the others…

🌾 gonewiththewind Follow

the real issue is that “lawns” exist in the first place. what happened to wide open fields?

🍃 soil-lover Following

can you make your own fucking post

17,220 notes

🌱 sproutaloud Follow

vegetables that can be grown throughout multiple seasons i love you <3

🥒 cute-cumber Follow

so just fuck single season veggies then huh?

🌱 sproutaloud Follow

that is literally not what i said. but now i am. fuck you

#??? #are you stupid on purpose or

6,383 notes

🪷 hightide Following

some of you guys need to start including aquatic plants in your advocacy. we are the most overlooked plant group

🌵 aloesoft Following

THIS!!!!

🪷 hightide Following

why are you the only one who understands me

#aquatic plants 🤝 desert plants

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🌿 fabulousfern Follow

no offense but indoor plants will literally never understand what wild plants go through

🎍 bamboozled Follow

you want a medal or something?? as a wild plant myself we’re not somehow better than them because we don’t need humans to take care of us. they didn’t ask to be born house plants

🌿 fabulousfern Follow

kiss ass

#did they pick you? #i hope they see this bro

9,385 notes

🍀 luckyday Following

shoutout to all of the big trees that share their nutrients with us little guys down here!! we love you!! 💚

11 notes

🌳 oakspoke Follow

no one tell the climbing plants but it makes me feel a bit claustrophobic when they grow up all over me

🌲 suburban-spruce Follow

HELP i thought i was the only one 😭

🍁 nevergreen Following

oh that’s not…

🌱 sproutaloud Follow

it’s not too late to delete this…

🍇 leavesfromthevine Following

like literally wtf???

#sorry that not all of us have a fucking trellis to grow on?? #we literally can not help how we grow??? #yall pretend to care about plants different from you but then post shit like this #did u think no one would see this? be honest #pathetic

62,590 notes

[alaskan-wallflower]

this is lowkey just my little rant on the outsiders fandom because it’s gotten a lot more toxic post tony awards and i wanna kind of address it

i feel like a lot of “bigger” blogs are held at too high of a pedestal. this fandom doesn’t feel like a group of people just enjoying something together. sometimes it feels more like a caste system in a way, where the bigger blogs/people who frequent the musical more at least are held in higher regards than those who have not. sometimes it feels like the smaller blogs aren’t heard as much, y’know? and i kinda find that funny for the outsiders fandom, where the book is literally about equality and how nobody is actually an outsider. but sometimes with these caste system esque viewings it feels almost like whatever they say has to be right. and i don’t think that’s fair.

another thing is the way the musical and the movie/book feel like they’re two separate fandoms. and i get it they’re different. but at the end of the day it’s the same story. and it feels like most of the toxicity from what ive seen comes from the musical fandom. and i get it, but i feel like what the cast says about their characters (to an extent) shouldn’t really be seen as canon. they didn’t make up the characters save for a few. hinton made them up. and therefore what the cast members say about their major characters is purely headcanon. i think people forget that sometimes.

another thing is i’ve had people confide in me and admit that they’re nervous to share some of their content because what if people don’t like it—like in all honesty i think the reason this fandom is so secretive is because of the way more well known/bigger blogs are put on a pedestal. i’ll admit, i too fall into this trap of being scared to say something because i don’t wanna get all these nasty messages. but the thing is, you don’t have to vaguepost about a blog or content you don’t like. you don’t have to send mean anons to people who don’t ship what you do. you don’t have to say people “don’t get it” because they don’t headcanon the way you do. and you know why? it’s because of the good ol block button! heaven knows i’ve used it with many bigger blogs on here and i assure you, blocking out people and content you don’t like or agree with is very helpful. it makes the fandom feel better.

anyway that’s my rant. agree or don’t. jsut had to get it off my chest. everyone has a safe space on my blog. i’m trying to create a space where people don’t have to be afraid to share their thoughts and opinions. just because there are bigger and more well known blogs on here doesn’t mean that there are special privileges that come with it. that’s a bigger problem in the fandom. just because you frequent the show and have a decent following doesn’t mean you deserve anything more than the rest of the poeple in the fandom.

that’s all. agree or don’t idc lol

[damnfandomproblems]

@ fandom problem #6646

extremely tired of the no-nuance takes on the talk of blackwashing characters because it feels like everyone is just playing dumb about any of the context.

one big problem is that no one seems to bat an eye about when people do this with any other culture or ethnicity besides black. ive seen plenty of people changing japanese characters to brazilian, indian, mexican, and even european ethnicities such as polish, and it is a non-issue. and no, im not just talking about miku. or, let's say the person wants to see more of themselves in a character, so they choose to draw them trans, or disabled, or fat. ive seen plenty of this, and much, much less of a fuss is made over these than if they had drawn the character black. im not saying people don't get harrassed over this kind of art, but it certainly isn't as prevelant. and even with whitewashing, you can bring up some standout moments of harassment of asian artists over whitewashing (or sometimes just picking a very slightly lighter shade of brown) but the number of those instances is dwarfed when compared to the amount of artists getting harrassed over blackwashing.

look at what just happened on twitter. a 16 year old got harrassed to hell and back for making a black edit of the dandadan characters. they didn't say they "fixed" them. they didn't say they made them better. this 16 year was simply having fun. and people had the nerve to say it was "deserved." what part of that was deserved? why did this real person deserve to get harrassed over an image on the internet?

and before anyone gets on my ass, no, i don't approve of the crowd that goes around harassing artists and telling them to kill themselves over whitewashed art either, no matter how much i personally dont like that art. i firmly believe in blocking, moving on, and not blowing things out of proportion.

however i still think people should consider the following questions:

1. when you see black people frustrated over whitewashing, is there perhaps any history connected to this frustration? do you recognize that this entire debate might be the product of a much wider issue?

2. do you think telling an artist to "make an oc" solves the issue? do you believe that making an oc is the same exact experience as drawing fanart of a character you love?

3. when you see blackwashing art, do you believe the artist made this with the goal of pissing people off, or being racist, or is there a possibility they did this for fun or to see more of themselves in a character? is every blackwashing artist saying they "fixed" the character, or are you simply remembering a very small amount of them who did?

4. how about the other way around? when you see whitewashing art, do you think it was made with a genuine desire for fun "what ifs", or are there existing biases they may have against dark skin? please be honest.

4. do you believe that a small fanartist is genuinely erasing the race of the character? does this fanart change how they look in the source material? how much of a big deal is this actually?

5. do you believe that the issues around race and art can be viewed in a vacuum of simple binaries and double standards? how many existing, far more important double standards are there in this world that work in favor of people with lighter skin?

look, im not saying either of these types of art should be banned. i don't think anyone who makes these types of art deserves harassment. no matter how much you or i dislike a picture, it will exist regardless, so don't give it your attention. and if you feel like you must give it your attention, i implore you to consider the context behind the issue before formulating a whole opinion on it.

Posting as a response to a previous problem.

[stacygetsit]

No one know SHIT

I am a bit frustrated at the moment and I just have to get it off my chest. I see so many people that claim oh JD and Nic are a couple and Luke and the girl are a couple. Let me say with my full CHEST anyone who is claiming these statements as a fact is in the wrong. I am not SAYING that I am right nor anyone else that thinks the way I do. I have said I think or it's my opinion on every single post I have made every ask that I have done as Calm theory anon. I am not in Luke or Nic circle. I nor ANYONE else truly understands whats going on. if your following someone who acts like they know and they don't say in my opinion or i think I would think twice about following them. And no one has the inside scoop. You can call restaurants and email patrons that were there it doesn't mean you know anything more than me. You can dissect pictures in group chats again doesn't mean you know FACTS. It's fine to assume we are all assuming. It's fine to ship whomever you want. It's not fine to come on the internet acting like you know what's going on. These people put out seconds of their life. We all are making assumptions based on those seconds. They have never stated they are dating anyone. And they don't have to. This is their choice but until they do they are PUBLICLY SINGLE. Sorry for my tangent. Im just sick of seeing fan pages on tik tok act like they are Nic best friends and assuming who Nic and Luke are dating anyone. Ive seen people say oh you're delusional and don't want to admit the truth. Y'all these people are assuming. Relationships aren't always black and white. And there are degrees of different types of relationships who the hell am I to act like MY OPINION is fact. Nic and Luke don't even know who I am. And I promise you even the big creators Nic and Luke don't know. I started blocking those type of accounts on my personal account. I am fine with people who don't think like me and have a different opinion but I'm not okay with those stating things as facts that NO ONE would know. Also if I'm wrong and Luke and Nic aren't dating you know what happens nothing. My life still goes on. Those Lukola fan pages stating their opinions have no effect on Nic or Luke life. We aren't in Nic or Luke public profiles we are in our own corner of the world. You don't like what you we have to say block or scroll on. NOT one of us cares. I plan on putting out actual post soon that's not me ranting. Thanks guys for reading my post.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

would i be the asshole for contacting my ex to ask them if they could stop talking about me online to a community that knows who i am? (🥐)

tw: kinda emotionally abusive relationship

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me (24f) and my ex (28) were in a three month relationship three years ago following a whole year of friendship. they were my first partner and i came out as a lesbian to everyone during our relationship. when we were together, they were 24 and i was 20. i was very emotionally dependent on them when i was 20 due to mental health issues and so were they which is probably one of the reasons why our relationship was as explosive as it was. i looked up to them, my whole emotional world revolved around them, and our friendship/relationship was the only thing i had in my life at the time. they constantly asked me "hey is it even ethical that im dating you, im 4 years older, you tell me please, oh i feel like such a bad person", yet, they still continued dating me every time they would ask.

our fights were horrible and truly explosive as they broke their stuff in front of me out of anger, threw things at me and insulted me as stupid, amongst many other things. our fights usually ensued because i would ask them for reassurance and they would start panicking and screaming at me to shut up. to be fair, i would cry every time i was asking for reassurance which probably made them feel scared about losing me, so i consider myself 50% at fault for everything that happened in our relationship, i shouldve been able to talk to them in a secure manner that wouldnt trigger their abandonment issues. our fights were quite jarring and made me walk out on them several times out of fear. yet i always came back and apologized and took the whole accountability, even though i dont consider myself the only one at fault. walking out several times during fights was probably one of the worst things i could have done but at the same time i was simply scared. even when i walked out after our last fight, they begged me to come back, which i did, i apologized under tears, and yet, told them that i cant promise them to stay no matter what.. and left.

we met through tumblr and were in a medium distance relationship. after our relationship, i went to a clinic and had to learn a lot about myself, what i experienced and what i want from life. im in a very happy and healthy place now and since the end of 2021 im with my current partner whom i want to be the love of my life and whom ive started to build a life with.

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i have my ex blocked on all social media because they used to do hour long deep dives into my blog, even as of recently (i have statcounter installed for my safety bc im paranoid about them sending me anonymous asks). at first i also used to visit their blog after our break up but stopped doing so after moving on with my life. one year after breaking up i temporarily unblocked them and explicitly asked them not to look at my social media (or at least to do it in a way in which i dont notice aka asked them not to watch my instagram stories).

while i dont visit their blog/social media because i dont want to know whats going on in their life, tumblr mutuals frequently dm me stuff like "hey i think you should know that your ex posted about you/shit talks about something that you posted". i havent asked my mutuals to tell me whenever this happens but i imagine they do so because within the tumblr space we exist, everyone kind of knows everyone (so my ex doesnt have to mention my name for people to know who theyre talking about). sometimes mutuals send screenshots of the posts so that i dont have to visit my ex's blog. last ive heard my ex joked about throwing jewelry at me and posted extensively about a tattoo that i got. my ex's behavior makes me uncomfortable and feel just as helpless as i did back then.

why i might be the asshole

im scared that they might be venting because i was more at fault in the relationship than them and that i am unconsciously deflecting. however, i talked about every detail of the relationship and this fear extensively with my therapist, friends, and partner who are of the opinion that i was young, scared, and intertwined in a relationship that was incredibly toxic. im still unsure though because my emotions frequently triggered theirs.

why they might be the asshole

i asked them once to stop visiting my social media and i feel like venting about our relationship that broke off 3 years ago to a tumblr community of friends and acquaintances is kind of unfair. however, i might be the asshole and they might just need the space for venting. i could just ignore the vents and let them heal in their own way from what ensued.

WIBTA if i confronted them again and told them that i want them to stop talking about me online? or would i be a party pooper because every person needs a space for venting?

What are these acronyms?

[redwoodcolony]

ive never heard of a clerc before, first thing that comes to mind is a store clerk lmao

Also you're lucky people for some reason arent getting mad at the leader and deputy age gap whenever I play clangen and get an age gap like that I'm yelled at by others to forcibly break them up or change their age in the code ☹️ wish I had your freedom lmaoooo

English isn't my first language so I thought clerc and cleric were basically the same thing because of DnD 😔

Also warning, big block of text incoming, I hope my English is good enough so you can understand everything !!

TW for talking about age gaps

I am very sorry you had such experiences. :( I am actually very anxious whenever I post as I fear I might get yelled at. Actually, posting this very post makes me anxious because I know talking about this subject can be very difficult. I actually rewrote his post like three times already😭

For now thankfully, everyone commenting on this blog has been very nice and kind :)

If it helps here is how I treat age gaps, maybe it can help you solve some of your issues with your public ?

I try my best to have the age gaps as small as possible, I only allow larger age gaps if the cats both meet as full grown adults (which is the case for Silversight and Spectralstar ! I actually have a little backstory post for the founders in preparation !)

I usually let the game do its own thing when it comes to couples, I mainly use my mediators to strenghten family bonds (mainly with adopted kits, because the game doesn't automatically strenghten these relationships)

If the cats are both colony-born, I will break the couple up if the age gap is equal or superior to 6 moons and the younger party is less than 30 moons old. Otherwise it makes me feel uncomfortable

I can make an exception for colony-born cats, as an example if the two cats only start being attracted to each other when the oldest is 90 moons old, and the youngest is 80 moons old ? It feels less weird to me, like they had time to experiment around with their feelings and everything before settling together you know ?

For a colony-born cat and an outsider, I can allow larger age gaps as long as the outsider joined when the colony-cat was already a full grown adult. I usually allow the game to make them an official couple when the younger party is at least 30 moons old. This means that Valleyfall x Oddspots is forbidden !!! It's just a one-sided crush on Oddspots side !

Generally I will ignore a lot of the romantic feelings the cats have for each others in-game if it makes me uncomfortable lol. You don't have to make everything that happens in-game canon in your comic if it makes you feel queasy !

These are just personal rules I give myself, otherwise I feel uncomfortable when playing and drawing my cats !

(The following part is just me rambling about canon Warrior Cats issues and how it influences Clangen and therefore most playthroughs of the game)

I think the age gap issue is due to the general canon Warrior Cats Clan setting, because if you do follow the classic Warrior Code™, you aren't allowed to take in domestic cats and loners; which means you can't add new blood, but it also means that all your cats know each other since birth. :((

In the canon books, it leads to weird ahh relationships like Thornclaw and Blossomfall, Onestar and Whitetail, Ashfur x Squirrelflight or even Brambleclaw x Squirrelflight (we often forget that both Ash and Bramble were warriors when Squirrel was born lol)

The one way the canon books found to remedy to this issue was to add a lot of useless background characters, so that they could reproduce more and regularly, giving a steady flow of new kittens of similar ages to ship with the main characters. This isn't really a good solution in the long run, seeing how incredibly big ThunderClan has become, but it's also not solving the big "everyone is related to each other" issue. :(((

That's why I decided to create the Colony instead of a Clan, so that I can change the rules, so I can integrate outsiders and domestic cats with no issue, introducing both new blood and characters who don't know everyone since they were born :)

I hope this helps you a bit ! :)

[professor-beaker]

I just remembered another embarrassing young-me story that shouldve clued me in to being aroace (buckle in, boys, theres a reason i blocked this out).

So this takes place when i was in elementary school in arizona. Tiny, oblivious me, stationed in a class of mostly guys. I, being extraordinarily naïve and young and curious (read: confused) when it came to anything remotely romance-y, decided one day to conduct an experiment. I tore a sheet of paper out of my spiral bound notebook and began to construct a list.

For some reason that has been since lost to the years that ive spent blocking this out of my memory, i began writing down names of kids that i suspected could have a crush on me. The list started miniscule, but then grew once i asked my mom how to tell if a boy likes you, and she said, "look for the ones teasing you" (side note, mom: those were just my bullies). Then i started to narrow them down: by how annoying i thought they were, and by what others would think if i got together with one of them. I didnt even consider my feelings as part of the equation- i think i was trying to get back at a girl who was laughing at me for not having kissed a boy yet. The details are foggy, but i remember this being an actual project that i was intent on following to completion. I logged everything- it was more than a little creepy, actually.

Then in came New Kid.

New Kid was from a different state, or maybe a different country. He was quiet, and funny, and was nice to me, despite hanging around the other boys. On his first day there, i put his name on my list- just "New Kid" at the time, i didnt know him- likely because i was mistaking kindness for affection. By week two, i had circled his name in highlighter to emphasize his status, in my mind, as a worthy candidate.

Then- the tragedy.

I dont think ive ever been described as graceful. Over the course of this fall semester, ive fallen down the stairs twice, slipped on ice and split my lip, dropped my clarinet and broken a key, crashed my scooter a week before a concert and scratched the entirety of my face, and walked into a tree and gained a new scar above my eyebrow. Ive dropped more christmas ornaments and bowls of ramen than i can count. My phone's glass protective cover is shattered, and always has been. Which is why it should be no surprise that on this particular day, i dropped not only all my schoolwork papers, scattering them around my desk, but my treasured list, too.

I gathered the papers as quickly as i could, but i wasnt fast enough to stop one bratty boy from getting his hands on the one list i should never have created. To my horror, i realized i had titled it, in bold, crooked letters, "Crushes"- and, oh man, did this kid light up when he realized this.

"Hey, look!" He exclaimed gleefully- and at the top of his lungs, might i add- "[name]'s made a list of everyone she likes!"

I dont think ive ever been that mortified before, maybe not even since. I didnt like a single boy on that list- at least, not on the way my foolhardy title implied. I wanted to yell at all of them, tell them it was only a stupid categorization, i actually hated a lot of them. But as all the other kids crowded around to get a look at the demise of mini-me's social life, laughing at my red cheeks, the only defense i could indignantly stammer out was, "Those arent the people i like! Those are the people that like me!"

I dont remember much after that, but i do remember New Kid being touched at being at the top of my list, eventually ending up the only boy that would talk to me, and then telling me he hated himself and trying to coerce me into kissing him.

Moral of the story, kids are dumb and childhood romance is in the negatives in terms of usefulness.

[brklynbb]

COULD U DO DALLY X SHY READER HCS??

HI HI HI im so so so sorry this took so long to answer!!! ive been a busy little beaver

also i made the reader insanely shy im so sorry. idek if it counts as shy atp, the reader is so sociallly awkward and anxious so im sorry if this isn’t what you wanted :(

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stupid cupid

dallas x shy reader hcs

cw — shy!reader, mentions of fighting, mentions of the reader being referred to as a ‘broad’ idk

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- honestly??? he probably didn’t like you at first

- he goes for people like him. cold, tough, loud

- so when he first met you, he was… shocked, to say the least

- you weren’t really much of a talker around him, and everytime he tried to start a conversation, it was instantly shut down

- he truly thought you were really cute, so he kept trying to make conversation

- whenever he’d see you walking down the street and he’d wolf whistle at you, and you wouldn’t say anything, but you’d blush slightly and that would be enough for him to continue doing it

- he slowly went from shocked, to in awe

- he’d never met someone so shy and easily flustered

- eventually, you warmed up to him, as well, and when we he’d try and start a conversation, you’d be a bit more engaged

- after some time, he’d ask you out, saying something along the lines of ‘hey doll, i was thinkin’ you and me head to the nightly double or somethin’. what do you think?”

- he thought the movies were a perfect place for you two to bond, because it wouldn’t mean awkward conversation for you, but he’d still be able to hold your hand and stuff and form a bond

- he’s just thoughtful like that

- no im kidding, he’s not that smart, he just asked johnny how he could ask out a ‘cute looking broad who hates talking’, and johnny just said ‘I dunno, take them to the movies or something.”

- but fast forward a lot, you guys start dating :)

- he always drags you to parties, in which you don’t really engage in conversation

- dallas probably walks around the party talking to people the whole time, or playing pool, and you follow him around and his friends talk to you a lot

- you hook two of your fingers through the belt loop on his jeans so you don’t lose him whenever you guys walk together

- sorry that’s adorable

- he thinks you’re so cute, but absolutely hated introducing you to the gang because of the way you act in conversations, and how the gang is so rowdy and would probably make you even more shy than you are

- it’s fine though because johnny is also a bit timid, so you guys got along

- you reminded the gang of johnny, so they loved you

- dallas isn’t gentle with you when you’re dating, like he’s not soft and doesn’t try and treat you different than he would someone who’s a bit less shy

- idk, if ur anything like me, you’d find it a bit humiliating to be treated differently because you’re on the shyer side, so you’re glad he doesn’t try and be extra soft towards you

- you got what you wanted, authentic dallas Winston

- you take care of Dallas a lot whenever he gets hurt in fights or rumbles

- he trusts you more than anyone

- he probably likes you so much because you’re so much like Johnny. different circumstances obviously, and he’s shy for much different and sad reasons, but you’re still quiet and you try your best to stay out of trouble just like him

- a lot of people think dallas would go for more tough greasera who are extroverted and love parties and talking, but i think he’d go for someone like you, like johnny as well

- i mean there’s a reason he’s best friends with johnny and not steve or soda, for example

- overall he cares abt you so much and takes you under his wing, & although it doesn’t seem like it, he’s very very happy with his shy partner :)

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anyway i cant think of anything else to write!!!! im sry this is so bad i have writers block but it’s already been in my drafts for soooo long