#i'm thinkin

[angryaromantics]

I do feel like, as the cost of living crisis skyrockets, non-partnering aros are going to get hit harder and harder. There is no framework built into the infrastructure of our society for people who don't have a dual-income household, and it does become more difficult as you age to reliably live with friends.

There is, of course, the option to live with strangers, but that has it's own varied and dangerous downfalls. Hit just as hard, or perhaps even harder, are going to be those in abusive households who's chances of being able to afford to leave grow slimmer.

Like, this stuff IS grim, so we've gotta start making good financial decisions, and supporting each other where possible.

[momomallowart]

Fun with portals 🎮✨

[lylahammar]

Zorella, the centaur pop queen ✨

Thank you to everyone who helped me by voting on her final design in the poll from last week! I'm so so so happy with how she turned out 🥰

[otiksimr]

Trying out this 'Procreate' thing again.

[toastydumpster]

the average person sleeps 6-7 hours a night... now, Arthur Lester is not the average person, but that's still a lot of time for John to sit there and THINK

[disastergay]

something I've noticed that often gets lost in queer intercommunity discussions of fascism, both online and off, is that basically, nazis think your entire existence is The Jews' fault. it is our fault that you exist and have the audacity to be proud of your degeneracy.

of course, if you're queer and a jew, you're doubly fucked. you're both a direct example of and the product of the degeneracy your cowardly, simpering, genetically inferior race promotes.

disabled people exist because of jewish abuse (and mutilation) of white children, but also because disabled people are remnants of an inferior race created by The Jews so we wouldn't be at the bottom of the food chain like we naturally ought to be. faggots exist because jews aim to pervert the natural course of evolution and destroy the white race by convincing white men and women not to procreate and instead indulge in the wholly unproductive endeavor of sodomy. trannies exist for the same reasons as faggots, but tainted by an additional sin - further attempts to disassemble the norm of the white nuclear family, from within. daring to challenge the Universally Understood Truth that females are an inferior species and their purpose on this earth is to be subservient to males, to bear their children and warm their beds and bloody their knuckles with their cheeks, if their male owners so desire it.

maybe you don't give a shit about jews. maybe you think they get a little too whiny about the holocaust and they like to pretend they were the only group who was really targeted. but y'know, even then, shouldn't you maybe give a shit about the queer jews? I mean, unless you think their jewishness cancels out their queerness.

[ddarker-dreams]

If you’ve seen mydei….holy crap i mean look at the dude ?-!/!!2:!2&₱: but yandere mydei😦😦😦😦…

👁 PERCEIVING !!!!!!!!

yandere mydei's is more calculating than most give him credit for, he takes great care in not scaring you away. he knows his reputation proceeds him, and while he won't act like someone he isn't to be more palatable, he's mindful of his conduct. understandably, you're cautious the first few times your paths cross. he'll make wry comments about your surroundings, and it isn't until you feel the weight of his stare that it clicks he's talking to you.

he'd aim to make your dynamic a playful one. he gives you a hard time and is quick to point out your shortcomings, doing so in a surprisingly constructive manner. he has a good eye for potential. if you overlook the intense aura he exudes, he's not that bad to have around. it's only when he makes his intent on pursuing you known that issues arise.

his tenacity is frightening to behold. once he's decided to have you, there are no laws in the universe he'd be unwilling to defy to have his way. there's so little in this world he can call his own. his throne, kingdom, and subjects, they can feel like abstract concepts eons away. he will prove himself worthy, whether you want him to or not. who is foolish enough to champion your cause and challenge him? if you're hellbent on resisting his designs, he'll allow it, so long as you can fight your way out. the cost of freedom must be paid in the shedding of royal blood.

[david-lynch-ate-my-son]

season 3 of animal kingdom is RIPE for a pope cody marriage of convenience storyline.

DCFS placing lena in foster care? smurf angling to adopt lena as a means to control pope because the state will never allow her to go him with his prison record?

well, lucky for pope there's a sweet, pretty, upstanding pillar of society who has lived right next door to lena since before catherine "disappeared."

and boy does she love lena something fierce. after all, she's been babysitting her for years. is the one cathy always called when there was a last minute shift at work and fuck knows where baz is. the one who taught lena to make a macrame friendship bracelet; bought her the dolphin squishmallow she sleeps with every night; dried her tears after cathy left and baz was too busy fucking someone new to be there for his own goddamn daughter.

there's a reason lena calls her tia.

and yeah, maybe pope isn't a perfect guardian, but she's seen how fiercely he loves that kid. how he'd flay himself open for her.

and she did a stint in foster care herself as a kid--it was the worst year of her life. she can't imagine that for lena.

so blame it on the romance books she reads, or the fact that she's had a tiiiiiiny crush on her neighbor's brother since the first time he came around to visit (and she literally ran into him on the sidewalk, sweaty and out of breath from her morning run, and he steadied her with a strong hand on her elbow).

but when she storms into his house the second DCFS pulls away with lena in the back of their car and blurts out, "we should get married," there's not a single moment of regret.

even when pope stares at her hard, gaze as opaque and unreadable as ever. even when he says, "what"--flatly, not as a question, but as a statement of pure disbelief.

she just cuts him off before he can gather his thoughts enough to realize how insane of an idea it is.

"i don't have so much as a parking ticket on my record. my credit score is 850. every library book i've ever checked out since elementary school, i've returned on time. i've never done a drug in my life--not even weed! i got drunk once in college and fell off a trampoline and broke my arm, but there's no way DCFS could hunt that down, right? i mean, they could probably track down gina from my old dorm--she was the one who took me to the hospital--but i'm sure gina wouldn't say anything, right? plus, i'm a high school teacher, so i've already passed all of the state-required background checks for working with children. i've known lena her entire life--i'm perfect! you may have a spotty legal history, but if you're married to me, there's no way DCFS would say no to at least a temporary placement to adopt!"

and maybe pope would have put up more of a fight if she wasn't so goddamn cute, all red-faced and riled up, stomping into his house in her fuzzy ducky slippers and yelling about her hairbrained scheme.

which, when he actually thinks about it...could work...

[amourtoken]

need to give bedsy the sloppiest top ever, need him to be whining and whimpering and begging to cum. need him to roughly guide my head when he gets tired of the teasing and praises me for giving him exactly what he needs

just a reoccurring thought or whatever 🙄🤷🏻‍♀️

I feel so bad for him all the time he needs consolidatory head for putting up with Chicago for so long 😭

He would be so pretty with his head thrown back against the headboard and his chest heaving as his moans catch in his throat. It's almost impossible to comprehend how just the feeling of your hands on his skin can make the weight of the world melt down his shoulders like water. He's not gonna say it but he's thankful, maybe it's hard for him to thread his thoughts together while his tip hits the back of your throat over and over.

Normally he's much more of a giver but after the season he's had he'll take whatever he can get. He doesn't wanna do anything wrong or stop you by any means but it's getting hard to keep his hands to himself, all he wants is to lace his fingers into your hair and fuck your throat raw but he knows he won't last long enough to really enjoy it how he wants.

Thankfully for him, this isn't enough for you either. You reach out to drag one of his hands up to the back of your head, looking up at him with the prettiest puppy eyes that make his cock twitch in your mouth. You want it just as bad as he does, this is for him anyway so why hold back? Your nails dig into his muscular thighs to brace yourself a bit as he picks up the pace and you're more than happy to let him use you to tears.

[eternalstrigoii]

Snippet because I'm feral

The dark was still, cloying, and it smelled like you.

Under the blanket, Remmick shifted. It didn’t register, at first, that he had been asleep. He couldn’t remember needing to. Wanting to. Whether the periodic gaps in his memory were from the condensation of time or something more natural, something as inescapable as the deep – sudden – breath that pushed sweet air back into his lungs. His hips moved, shifting for the first time in how many hours; they found the satin warmth of your thigh still draped over his. His arm over your back. Moving, even softly, awakened some long buried instinct to pull you closer, press the heat of your body into his.

Your head was on his shoulder, face buried in his neck. Like you’d forgotten about the blankets you’d strung up over the windows, the only way to keep him as he was – bare, let alone in your bed. Your breath was a gentle pulse along where his once beat.

He was glad he hadn’t disturbed you.

You slept hard enough to drool on him a little, and the ghost of a smile crossed his face. He was tryin’ not to dwell on those soft feelings – was no point – even though his fingers skimmed along the pathway of your spine. It was hot and bright out there, he knew. Whatever sleep he had hadn’t washed the day out. It felt oppressive, like a fire blazing on the roof.

You shifted, then. Motivated by his touch, maybe, or simply the urge to draw the warmth of your body more closely to his. Your forehead pressed into the place below his jaw, lips and nose brushing from the crook of his shoulder to the hollow of his throat. Sent sensations like stars breaking through a clouded night right through him.

“G’mornin,” he mumbled, something selfish in the way his lips brushed your hair. Hadn’t even realized he didn’t settle his touch, though his fingers had stalled just below your shoulders.

The little pickup in your heart gave your awakening away. If he thought his desires were selfish, he should’ve felt how his voice traced your nerves. You noticed it when he let his guard down whether or not he did; you hadn’t cared for the Carolina drawl much. Listening to the way he must’ve sounded to himself felt exceedingly more intimate.

“Mornin’.” You flexed your toes to warm them up and brushed the half-cool skin of his calf in the process. If he noticed, he didn’t seem to mind. “Hungry?”

He caught himself wondering if it was a habit of yours to ask before your hand moving up his chest disrupted his ability to think. Your mouth was soft and seeking, pressing to his neck once, twice, a tender third time before your hand settled on his shoulder for leverage to partially rise. His eyes traced your skin all over again as you bared it to him, as if he hadn’t done a fine job of committing you to memory into this morning.

His eyes were a dark, pretty red. Hadn’t meant to let you see that.

You pushed your hair back, letting it cascade over his hand. The outline of where he’d bitten you last night was already faded, little more than an old scar.

His hand came up. Moved up your shoulder to trace it with reverent, probing fingers. The outline of his teeth were already gone, only pale moons lingered where his fangs had punctured. It was like he’d marked you, though – reasonably – he knew those marks would fade. Maybe in a day or two. Nobody but he and you would ever know how deep he’d been inside you – literally, tangibly, his teeth in your skin and his body fit with yours like you both belonged there. The way blood felt running down his back when your claws pressed in; the way your cunt clung to him when he made you cum.

How long had it been since he joined with someone like that? Pushed you to the release you needed and joined you without waiting? Not since…

You got closer. Cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing along his lower lip.

You were inviting him.

The muscles of his lower stomach tensed.

When was the last time he’d hesitated? He searched the soft set of your mouth for disapproval. The warmth of your not-quite-human eyes. Dog brown, now, soft and sweet. He had the aching, selfish urge to crawl up inside you – pull you forward, sit you down on his cock, drag your hips close until you could only feel flesh on flesh and how perfectly he fit, like he was made for you, like he’d done something to deserve this – to be in you, on you, with you. Still ask even though you welcomed him. Still promise when he meant to beg.

This was a hunger deeper than it should’ve been.

[rochenn]

i personally think the lightsaber maul got from mother talzin after his restoration shouldn't have been an ass pull replica of his old one. like where did she even get that from.

it would have been SO much cooler if he'd clung on to obi-wan's first lightsaber after both he and it fell down that reactor shaft on naboo. the symbolism of it all would be so tasty. he kept that thing for years, he turned it red and corrupted it but it still very much carries a part of obi-wan around. maul claims he left him for dead and his lightsaber echoes that sentiment. and imagine if he kept that thing until obi-wan kills him on tatooine so many decades later. bro i wouldn't have recovered

[princyvish]

ant holding bindle image

[angryaromantics]

Not naming names but that is NOT what queerbaiting means, a queer character still matters even if they don't end up dating who you think they should, and being involved in a fandom that is currently airing fucking SUCKS.

[dalvs-wife]

honestly being a selfshipper and finding irl items that remind you of your f/o is just the purest thing....

find a t-shirt that looks like your f/o's? perfect, wear it when you feel down and revel in the feeling that you're wearing their shirt.

find a book you think they'd like? get it, read it, think about how overjoyed they'd be to know they got you into something they find interesting! how happy they'd be to share that with you!

find a perfume that reminds you of them? for the love of everything holy. get it and cherish it.

every trinket, every shirt, every little nick-nack that reminds you of them. that's them loving you through the little things!!!

[rad-roche]

i remember getting an ask a while back thanking me for being so brazen in reposting/sharing my own stuff and how it emboldened them to do the same and i felt sort of bad that they felt put in a position where they couldn't do that from the jump. like it's your house you can do what you like with it. if somebody chose to follow you, its so they can keep up with your art, or writing, or shitposts about your pets. if their feelings change, they'll unfollow, and that's perfectly fine. why be self-conscious about it, right. i think it's a similiar sort of thinking as 'well what if people don't like the thing i make'. statistically, a certain percentage of people are going to think whatever you've done is the worst thing they've ever seen in their whole lives, and they're not going to be wrong or spiteful about it, and that's not a failure on anybody's part. you have to like it. anybody else is a nice bonus

[fbfh]

Do you still write for Dave Lizewski? I loved what you've written for him so far!

FUCK yes I do. Listen there's a lot I could say about Dave, but one thing that is NEVER addressed is how deeply rooted and repressed his mommy issues are. I'm sorry, your mom dies in front of you and you're just... not affected by it??? bullshit!!!!!!! Dave CRAVES a soft gentle touch, a divine feminine aura. Even if you're not a girl, if you just take care of him gently and look at him with a soft fondness he will fold SO fast. and yes having a nice rack (while not necessary) will help with this a lot. and by a nice rack I mean literally just having anything on your chest. flat tits, huge tits, lopsided tits, fake tits, real tits, literally ANYTHING. even if your tits are practically nonexistent he WILL still be trying to grope and suck on them. and he WILL succeed. nothing in this world can stop this boy from drooling over you.

after a particularly long night full of stopping some muggers, making sure the town drunk doesn't fight anyone, and helping some college girls get home safe, he shows up at your place, a little bumped and bruised but not majorly injured. you greet him with this soft, understanding smile and bring him up to your bathroom. It's all clean and soapy and smells like you, and he immediately starts to relax. you help him take off his suit and he tries not to get hard from the feeling of your warm hands getting him out of his suit and exposing his skin to the cool air. you start inspecting him to see how bad he's hurt - because of all his nerve damage he doesn't always notice how bad his injuries are.

you smooth his hair and praise him, listen to him talk about his night patrolling the neighborhood. worry flashes across across your face as you see the scratches all over his face and arms.

"Oh, uh, Mrs. Landsberg's cat got stuck..." He trails off sheepishly while you smile and put disinfectant on his nicks and scrapes.

"Look at you, helping little old ladies and rescuing cats from trees." you coo playfully.

"Well, she got stuck in the attic crawl space, but..." he shrugs with another blush, feeling all proud and sheepish from your praise.

"Close enough."

you press a kiss to his nose.

"now all you need is a job at the daily planet."

Dave was so sore and tired after tonight that he felt like he'd need days to recover. but after 10 minutes with you, you already have him laughing and feeling like himself again. Dave doesn't know what he did to luck out and have you in his life, but he thinks about you all the time. If he's not physically with you (or texting you or calling you or snapping you or lurking on your social media accounts or reading through your old texts or looking through the folder of pictures and videos he has of you saved in his phone or-) he's thinking about you all the time. he even dreams about you every night. no matter how much time he spends with you, he always wants more. Dave is definitely in the sex isn't enough I need to crawl inside your skin club.