#idk if yall fuck with this but :)

[sanjiaftersex]

Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.

[ilov3b00kss0much]

seen a lot of these. why not.

At 10 notes I post a quick thingy everyday.

at 25 notes I talk more about my book.

At 50 notes I try to drink at least 2 cups of water a day.

at 75 notes i eat two actual meals a day (lunch doesn't make sense, ok?)

at 100 notes, I ask my friends or family to ask me before physical contact (not both!!!)

at 500, I explain my gender identity to my grandparents

at 1000, I promise to ask a friend for help if I'm having a depressive episode. (if you get it here, I will personally come after ya'll with a knife)

at 2500, I tell my parents when I'm having a depressive episode

at 5000, I tell my therapist mayyyybe I should get tested for depression

at 100000000 I ask my therapist for an autism evaluation (I will fuck ya'll up if you get it here its not possible ha)

Edit: y’all may notice I changed it to therapist. Due to a few recent developments (aka my parents are ableist zionist shitholes) it would be pretttttty unsafe for me to do that. So uh. Yeah. Sorry!!!

Edit 2: YOU DID IT. YOU FUCKING DID IT. HOW. FUCKING GOD. JFKDIVKNGRBHJVIJDFKSN *SCREAMS*. NICE TIMING LOL I THINK IM HAVING A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE FUCKING GOD HOW JUST BGHFVDNUJNCJDKSNDCJNDKMSL YOU ARE INSANE YOU ARE INSANE *SCREAMS AGAIN* YALL ARE SUPERHUMANS FUCKING GOD

[corviiids]

in the one (1) month since i watched death note for the first time i sure have been doing a fucking posting

bonus:

[nova-rpv]

a redraw of the first drawing i posted here to celebrate the fact that ive been in tumblr for more than a whole year posting my shit and havent deleted my blog in panic yippee \:D/ (mushy rant in tags)

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

[ashoss]

bart girl summer

[supermaks]

Libras are charming, social and intellectual. On September 30th, 1997, 27 years ago, a Bull was born who liked soccer, gokarts, maps, history, languages, Pokémon cards, FIFA and winning. And while he has remained disruptive, undiplomatic and confrontational in his racing, it is all that, coupled with extraordinary consistency, unbearable nerve, a century’s worth of talent, and a disarming gentleness, that has turned him into one of the most captivating characters on the grid. Also a top 5 driver of all time. Happy birthday to an impossible boy who made his dream inevitable. And never asks for permission. You are all that was promised and more. Thank you.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Marvel Meow (2021), Nao Fuji | Professor X and Magneto

Bonus:

[spideyhexx]

1 am thoughts with kit;

nsfw

gwayne hightower

How much more dishonorable can he get?

Gwayne's lips are already locked to yours, what's the harm in your hand caressing the front of his breeches? Or letting his hips push into your touch? His hand gripping to your waist in an effort to keep you close to him while his thoughts scream to push you away.

He tries to voice it aloud, "I cannot be doing this," his words rushed and sloppy against your lips while you simply moan, tugging on the ties of his trousers.

His words do not hold any weight and he knows it. Gwayne knows you know it. Because he urges your hand down his pants, where you hold the heat of him, heavy in your hand and aching for a touch.

You're too wicked good at it, he thinks. He almost wants to name call you. Ask if you've whored yourself for others, but Gwayne does not want the answer to that. Instead, he revels in the quick strokes you give his cock, his head dropping to your shoulder so he does not look you in the eye.

"Quite worked up," you jest, only to get a strangled moan in response from him. He preens against you, his hips looking for more, so you give it. A small squeeze to his cock and a thumb over his leaking tip and you feel Gwayne's fingers dig tighter into your waist.

"This is just my hand, sir," you whisper to him, and he lets out a scoffed breath, but you speak before he can, "this is just my hand, my cunt wrapped around your cock would much tighter. Wetter. Could fuck you so hard, Gwayne, just ask me."

Your last words border on begging, though you never were one to beg. But Gwayne's kisses and his eagerness despite his inner turmoil were throughly soaking you. His cock heavy, big in your hand only made you more needy to have it stuffed inside of you.

He cannot respond to your words, mouth parted and finally looking at you. Your eyes are pleading with him and your hand fastens its pace. All he can do is moan and lean his head back down.

Cowardly. Too cowardly to give in. You push your pleas aside for now.

And when he cums, he cums hard, making a mess of himself and your hand, biting to your shoulder on instinct to stay quiet. He's too embarrassed, utterly baffled that eh gave into you and how good it felt to give in.

When you take your hand away, his senses snap into him and he fixes up his trousers despite the mess, his eyes glued to your hand, where some of his release lingers. He wants to tell you to stop when you lick it off, eyes locked to his. But Gwayne still cannot speak, until he clears his throat, "thank you. Don't speak on this."

You give him a look, but a smile etches onto your lips, "Never."

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[dansemacabre]

i’ve been thinking about “sixer, it would eat you alive” since i read it and. man. every layer you peel back makes it worse. im not a bill apologist but. shit

if you (1) take it at face value, it paints bill as an apologetic murderer in his single (and maybe sole) open moment of regret. he doesn’t let his walls down often- only with ford do we even get to see the remnant of his galaxy, see the “actual remorse” ford describes, get just a hint of his origins. but he does it, because he thinks ford should know.

if you (2) take it from ford’s point of view, as something he committed to journal three, like. wow. imagine being so committed to a being that you’d hunt down and kill the monster that destroyed his home, only to (assumably) figure out later that that being was the monster. the small moments of trust, the “good times”, are so key to manipulation. how long did ford hold onto that one shred of vulnerability? no wonder ford stayed for as long as he did. in his eyes, bill was a survivor. ford wanted to survive too.

(slight tw below for unreality- any time i mention our reality, i mean “our reality” as a narrative device used in the book of bill as a proxy for the idea of bill being in our reality, since he can’t actually be in our reality. all of this is a fictional theory about a show/book with fictional contents!)

but if you (3) remember that “even his lies are lies” and absolutely Nothing bill says should be trusted. Whoo boy. if i read tbob right the book itself is being created in the theraprism (even tho it shows up with the ciphertologists at some point? idk that’s a whole other post). it’s meant to show what the reader wants to see; it manifests in our reality as what the collective fandom wants to see. so if we want to see truth, if we want to see where bill ended up and who he actually is, there’s a non-zero chance that the whole interaction was a complete fabrication.

imagine bill, stuck in the actively harmful, probably earth-illegal theraprism, once again being forced to be “fixed” and molded into something more palatable, being forced to conform no matter how much it hurts. (i know natural uncontrollable mutation ≠ just so much murder and destruction and chaos, but. you can’t ignore the similarities. bill has obviously been thinking about those silly straws.)

he looks back on everything that went wrong, back on his relationship with ford, back through every dimension where he wins. would that one moment, that one truth amid centuries of lies, have saved him from purgatory? if he had just been open? shown his damage? maybe he did think of his parents, or his henchmaniacs (especially the oracle). people who he might have once opened up to. maybe he just wanted to open up to someone again.

so in his own weird way, stuck in a cell, he reshaped reality again. in this reality, for this fleeting moment, he had been someone worth believing. and ford had listened, hell, ford had wanted to help. looking back, knowing how he treated ford, knowing how ford ended up because of it, maybe bill would have said the most honest thing he’d ever told ford: i am the monster, i am not worth your time or belief, and i will eat you alive.

[honeycrispjamz]

Me if I pulled the queen card and the girlies had to hunt me down all sweaty and musky

[the-kipsabian]

saw a take so fucking rancid on twitter i almost deleted the entire app from my phone jesus fucking christ

first of all ao3 is an archive site. this is like going to the library and saying "oh i dont like this" on every piece of media you find that you dislike and thinking they should be stamped with some sort of a marker just cause you didnt like it

you can always click back and leave. fic writers owe you nothing to explain themselves and their creations. if they have mistagged or miscategorized fics, then i understand, however there are report tools for that instead of yelling at the artist tbh

im not saying free works arent necessarily above criticism. but this is just. fucking wild. its common courtesy to just enjoy stuff (or fucking leave if you dont, the back button is free) and if the artist specifically asks for critiques, then give one - constructive that is, shitting all over someones work is not proper criticism, mind you

i just find it fucking wild people are treating art and archive sites as social media these days like this and everything needs to be policed and ~catered to the algorithm~ like. no. ao3 doesnt have an algorithm. you should be able to fucking tell what you like and what you dont like and steer away from that kind of content and let people fucking be with their art. they dont owe you anything (except trigger warnings i'd argue, but i know some people disagree with that as well for some reason), and imagine how much more energy you'd have if you only engaged with things you liked and spent time looking at instead of going to places where you dont enjoy yourself. let alone spending time telling other people you dont enjoy what they enjoy. what a fucking life

[irodimww]

silly late night redraw of that scene where cole gets jumpscared by zane’s falcon

(deeply apologize for any puerto-rican spanish speakers looking at this and going “this sounds wrong” FEEL FREE TO TELL ME WHAT TO FIX !!)

[nightlocked-in]

“peeta is bisexual” you guys are losing the vision. peeta isn’t even straight. katniss INVENTED sexuality for him. whatever katniss identifies as, he’s like “yeah, i’ll take that one” no questions asked

[theythemmer]

phinktober day 11: ur fav AU

i dont rlly do AUs so i just drew them how i wish they would dress xo

(dan’s tats r carnations and snowdrops and phil’s r roses and honeysuckle. for no reason 🤗)

ALSO bonus version w makeup bc i couldn’t pick <3