#insane anons

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

the only thing you need to do is shut the fuck up about shit that doesn't concern you. you're a typical white bitch who thinks it will get you bonus points for defending black characters as long as it fits your narrative. when this doesn't happen, your true colors show. also, you're not quirky for portraying yourself as a mentally retarded person. it just shows your desperation for attention and how idiotic you are. you're scum on earth. stop pretending that you are different. your kind needs to die. braindead bitch.

I'm not even gonna go into the "white people shouldn't complain about obviously racist poc narratives" thing you got going on, because I don't even know what to say about that other yeah, we definitely should call out racism when we see it, no matter if we're white.

"Portraying myself as a mentally retarded person" Bitch, did you really just used a slur against autistic people just because you don't like me? What is wrong with you?

You really need to focus on your life and leave other people alone, or don't you have anything better to do than cowardly harass people on the internet.

[srldesigns6277]

salutations muskrat placenta. how pleased you must be with larry in same room. they shall soon make announcement start larryopocalypse. time is of the essence for you orca dongles. this fandom has less than 24 hours until simon's issued cyst and deceased. provolone

This is the most insane thing I have ever read. Thank you.

Highlights include: "Salutations Muskrat Placenta", "time is of the essence you orca dongles", "Simon's issued cyst and deceased", and then just ending with "provolone"

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

[singsweetmelodies]

Wait so you love Lando but hate Carlos? but you post Carlando? girl how do you justify that

"wait so you love lando but hate carlos" <- absolutely correct anon, you got it!!

"girl how do you justify that" <- easily: i do what i want here on tumblr dot com.

hope this clears it up for you anon ❤️

[psin314]

be careful, boys. 😦

[rainscenes]

BUCK, EDDIE! 8.08 | Wannabes

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking about an estranged childhood friends to lovers story with gojo……

you’re a rowdy kid. during one of your adventures, you end up at the gojo estate; sneaking your way into a vast, beautiful garden, pretty pink roses as far as the eye can see. little gojo is crouched down, watching tiny sprouts grow, and you’re too captivated to look away. bright snowy hair, striking blue eyes, all dolled up in a fancy yukata. he turns to meet your gaze — and all you give him is a sheepish laugh, before strolling over to introduce yourself. he doesn’t seem to mind the company, so you keep coming over to play with him. you bring cool rocks, pretty cicadas you caught, a dusty gameboy. he listens to you speak. he watches the way you move, wave your hands when you’re excited. he grows so, so fond of you.

one day, you stop coming by to see him — and he doesn’t need confirmation to know that one of the maids must have chased you off.

twenty years later, you meet him again, in a crowded little café. he calls out for you by name and you have no idea who you’re looking at. a tall, handsome, cheery man… wearing a blindfold? and shooting you a charming grin. you have no idea who he is, but he remembers you. he remembers you a lot more than he should. he chides you for forgetting your very best friend, but there’s nothing but humour in his voice. you watch as he speaks, as he moves, as he taps his feet under the table after insisting you order something — his treat. you still don’t remember him.

but you’re captivated, all the same.

(from underneath his blindfold, gojo watches you smile. he thinks to himself that some things must truly never change; because he still feels that familiar swarm of butterflies, with every move you make.)

[theotherbuckley]

incorrect tweets pt 17/?

[allimili]

I love ur Shmilk art so much,,, especially big wife Shmilk,, I yearn for more,,,

[frownyalfred]

Seeing your little boy be a father that you never got to be I know Thomas feels sickkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Your son is literally older than you and is rolling his eyes at the new way schools are teaching their kids how to do math and you just mourn that you never got the chance to do the name

I'm sure it exists and I'm just missing it, but I want a resurrection fic where Thomas is like "oh no my son really did outpace everything I've done for this city" and legitimately recognizes that Bruce is objectively a greater man than he was at the same age, instead of Thomas just mentally shitting on Bruce for choosing violence. Like yes, I eat that up too, it's delicious angst, but objectively speaking your son did SO MUCH more than you did for Gotham, and even just as man in his own life.

Master martial artist by 30 - one of the best in the world

Holds doctorates or the equivalent in multiple subjects

Raised multiple kids into notable heroes

Founded the Justice League

Continued the Waynes' foundations + charity work in Gotham and improved their reach and support

Wayne Enterprises/etc - while the work focus shifted, the work, profits, and employees are even better than Thomas' time

Founded Batman Incorporated, if you're including that

Helped root out corruption in GCPD and other city organizations

Consults/liaises on so many international and intergalactic cases it isn't even funny

But a lot of times, DC and/or fic focuses on Thomas being disappointed in Bruce?

like dude. your son has a DINOSAUR in his BAT CAVE and those two things aren't even the most interesting parts of him.

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

Die you filthy whore. I hope one of those immigrants you have in Europe takes good care of you. It will be nothing less than you deserve. Pay back.

I'll pray for you.

[yuanology]

m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

[jesuistrestriste]

This is my first time submitting an ask here so PLEASE ignore if this is too weird !! BUT I've been thinking a lot about playing w art's balls, like...

Barely focusing on his cock for a while, just mouthing on and fondling them until he's worked up and sensitive, until you just barely touch his tip and he comes all over your hand n his stomach..

WHO said that guys

oooohoho trust me: art’s balls are never far from my mind.

i personally think he begs you to suck them into your mouth when you’re giving him head. like he’ll be leaning back on his palms while you lick and suck and drool over his shaft, but the very second you pull off and begin dragging your lips lower, lower, lower—

he’s jerking upright and placing both hands over the top of your head, not pushing but applying enough pressure to let you know that he wants this bad. like he’ll go crazy if you stop right here..

you’ve got him moaning and trying not to buck up into your open mouth as your tongue teases the seam in his sack, his eyes rolling into his head as he whines. he can already feel the heat climbing up his throbbing inches.

“yes, yes, yes, y-yesss— oh, FUCK! right there-!”

takes only two more flicks over that spot, coupled with you suckling one of them into your warm mouth, before he’s arching his back and wailing; painting his flushed tummy with fives heavy splurts of release

[ha1leysblog]

[miupow]

how would txt members punish their gfs for being bratty?

ooheheheh... went a little crazy for this one

🔞 // nsfw , minors do not interact !

soobin -> binnie's punishments always come out of left field cos you won't even know he's angry until it's too late !! being so sweet making you cum on his face , but he keeps going and going even as you yelp and cry for him to stop because it's too much !! overstim and ruined orgasms r his fav <3 and having u cockwarm him when you've been needy but not letting u bounce or recieve any pleasure from it,, u wanted his cock, right ? now u have it !

yeonjun -> loves spanking and humiliation as punishments >< wont let you call him by his name , not letting you speak unless spoken to , makes u kneel between his legs while he jerks himself off and cums all over ur face ! he's not fucking ur slutty pussy, ur only getting it in the ass as u sniffle because ur not allowed to complain ! if he's especially angry with you he'll make taehyun take care of you for him, because tyunnie is so much meaner than he is.

beomgyu -> the meanie in him comes out... spitting the nastiest meanest things while he fucks ur face and cums down ur throat , tugging on ur hair to move u up and down on his cock... tells u to stfu or he'll make you, you always respond with oh yeah? make me ! because you know exactly where thats heading !! he gets so terribly jealous too.. public sex trying to make you scream >< also treating you like a dog as a punishment.. or vice versa treating him like a dog !!

taehyun -> always a fan of a good old fashioned spanking hehe >< will not hesitate to put you over his lap and make you count... also orgasm denial is a big one for him too ! not allowed to cum or recieve pleasure until he says you can, just makes u pleasure him !! no touching yourself for a week, understand ? and if he catches you breaking ur punishment you're in for a world of trouble. also into non-sexual discipline like making you do chores or writing lines lol (usually with a vibrator shoved in ur cunt)

huening -> u think sweet kai is going to punish his girl ??? he could never do that to her he's too down bad for her whining and pouting :( you would have to make him so angry that he can't even think straight.. which usually involves his deep jealousy streak >< even then he just wants to fuck u hard and remind u that ur his...

[allimili]

hihihi

can I req yn standing between pv and shmilk 😋

extra :

made small HCs how they show affection

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

You're not a victim you disgusting piece of shit. Always trying to use anything to feel victimized. You are a retarded whore who uses this as a quirky trait. Spare your fake victimology, you braindead scum. If you don't want people to call you on your bullshit, stop talking about shit that doesn't concern you. Stop using “autism” as a personality trait. Stop trying to be a fake social justice warrior when it's convenient for you. Stop pretending your species isn't the problem. Typical white woman. If only someone hit you in the head with a brick, your "autism" would pass you quickly.

Wow, you have issues, lots of them, other than being a coward. Honestly, I recommend you seek help.