#its like midnight

[official-dickiebird]

Exactly. I also had (and still have) the ass to pull it off.

what type of cat do you think you are?

A black cat. Elegant, stealthy, often misunderstood, considered an omen of doom (as I should be).

[parfaityuri]

Lizzy has some thoughts or something

[thecomfortable]

COME GET Y'ALL JUICE!!! Man i love leopril.

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FINALLY DONE AFTER TWO MONTHS!

[sncwonthebeach]

It's so insane to me that Steve LITERALLY slut shamed Nancy in front of the ENTIRE town and it was never brought up again 😩

I KNOW Nancy was ( and still is let's be real, it's a small town ) getting harrased left, right and fucking sideways.. and not just by Carol and Tommy either .

My personal HC is that Jason Carver is one of those tormentors , there was just too much tension and a LOT of malice in Nancy's gaze for it to be anything else imo. (Besides the fact that he's actively threatening her brother but STILLL)

Anyways, this is me saying that I don't ship Stancy at all bc of this. Personally, to me, what Steve did to her isn't really reconcilable, he can change and grow all that he'd like but he can't ever take back how much he hurt Nancy. Plainly, he doesn't deserve her.

[abnomi]

been trying to get back into animation

original gif below ^^ teehee!

[checkadii]

too lazy to grab a ref whatever girl

[teaboot]

Sometimes at work it's not my place to tell people the things I want to say, and I find I often go home at the end of the rougher days to stand blankly in my shower and tell myself over and over what I wish I could pass on.

This accomplishes very little, and mostly just gives me a tension headache, but through it all I think I've narrowed myself down to a few solid things I'd like to tell people the most.

You can't change people. Not permanently, not for anythig. You can support them, encourage them, love them, give them tools and opportunities and resources, but you can't make them change. They can change themselves if they want to, but they have to want to, and they have to want it for themselves, because they're the only one that's certain to be with them forever.

For better or worse, you make your own choices, and blaming bad choices on others doesn't only work to absolve you of responsibility- it also robs you of control. Because if you say you only did something because I did something, then you arent only shifting blame- you're admitting that you cannot control yourself, that you cannot truly make choices for yourself, that other people can control you- and as long as you truly beleive that, you'll keep facing the same problems over and over. You'll keep letting others dictate your choices, because you'll beleive that they can, and you'll never be free.

White knights on horseback are from fairytales. Nobody can help you if ou're not willing to help yourself. To try, to put the dirty work in, to belive you're worth that effort- Act as though nobody is coming to save you. From a struggle, from pain, from bad relationships, from yourself. And when you do save yourself, because you will, because failure here isn't an option if you want to survive, you'll never find another dragon that can keep you prisoner.

Don't say anything to anyone that you wouldn't want them remembering forever.

Doing the right thing in bad circumstances is hard. It's the hardest thing. But if you make the choice to do that hard thing anyways, despite your fear, you'll go on the rest of your like knowing that you're the sort of person who did something.

The present only seems the hardest because the past I over and the future hasn't happened.

There's so much joy ahead of you, the kind you can't possibly understand until you see it yourself.

The responsibility of consequences is often disguised as the power of permission. "I won't do this if you help me", "I'll work on my anger if you do this for me", "I promised you I'd quit, but can I have just one?". The unspoken question is, "Can it be your fault if this goes badly?"

You cant make someone love you the way you need to be loved. Someone can love you very much and still be bad for you, even if you love them very much in return. Two people can love each other very, very much, and try their very best, and still be wrong for each other.

Sometimes being near to someone changes you, even in good ways, and the people you become don't fit together as well as the people you were.

Caring takes work. Even if it's real. Especially if it's real. And the most important gestures aren't the grand, poetic, songs-and-flowers-and-tears moments; they're getting out of bed even though you don't want to. Paying attention to things you don't enjoy. Scrubbing pans, or opening a window, saying "thank-you", or helping carry groceries into the house. The small things fill the big things- without the small, boring, mediocre things, big things feel hollow.

Thrre is honour and dignity in humble work.

If you are a cruel and spiteful person, then you will find every place you visit to be full of the same cruel, spiteful people. This is not because the world is as cruel as you, but because everywhere you are, you will be disliked. This is the curse that comes with being persistently cruel and spiteful.

If you are a kind and ppsitive person, you will repeatedly encounter kind and positive people, because as they grow familiar with you, they will be happier to have you near. This is the reward of being a kind and positive person.

When splitting paths with loved ones, briefly or forever, aim for your last words to always be "I love you".

[velvetboyette]

Not to be wild but the way IBS reacts to a sudden increase in food is actually homophobic

[allastoredeer]

Someone on Twitter said they're scared of deer because deer will just stare at you for a long time before bounding away and, well, this was the first thing that came time mind.

RIP Angel Dust. He's never going to get a midnight snack ever again.

[hinamie]

so just know, I'm healing / even though it don't feel like it

insp

[fluffyartbl0g]

In which usopp tries to make sanji feels better but ends up just devolving into worse and worse food puns (it works completely)

THANKU @charliethechandelure FOR STIMULATING MY BRAINCELLS T ^ T!!! This is all from their headcanon of usopp leaving notes around the ship for the crew :D I found the thought adorable that usopp might leave a note for sanji to find each morning, and i thought itd be even more adorable if he’d leave more notes if sanji was having a bad day before °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

I also appreciate u @artemis-in-space for sending in ur idea 2 ; w ; I’ll keep it safe n sound in my lil inbox ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

[bl00d-c0re]

me fr y'all 🫶

[gorgynei]

weird state of self

[mintmxxxn]

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ! ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ <3

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INTRO ~

ʜɪ! ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴋᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ, ɪ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴍɪɴᴛᴍxxɴ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ. ɪ'ᴍ 15, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ.

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙʟᴏɢ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴜᴄᴋᴇᴛ ʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ. ɪ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ..ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰᴏᴅᴜᴍᴘ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ, ᴀʀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ <3

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗲, 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀.

HUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR ANY IRLS!!

[rafeandonlyrafe]

morning cravings

words: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, mentions of past hookups and drinking, semi public sex

you pull out your phone and quickly type out a message to rafe.

im coming over. unlock the door for me.

you push your feet into your tennis shoes before he even texts back.

i was about to hop in the shower

i don't care. my coffee machine broke and im dying without my caffeine 

you grab your bag before heading out the door, crossing the street to rafes house, having lived next to him your entire life.

“hey.” you mumble as rafe opens the door for you. you don't even look around as you enter, knowing his house like the back of your hand.

“wheezie just bought some new syrups if you want to try them out.” rafe says before retreating out of the kitchen, knowing you'll be in a bad mood until you have a mug of hot coffee in your hand.

you don't put much care into your first cup, drinking it black and gulping half down before adding some syrups and milk.

you sip slower now, padding around the house and it's many rooms until you find rafe.

“thanks.” you tell him. “where is everyone?”

“probably asleep still.” rafe says. he knows you always get up early, and he's adjusted his schedule throughout the years to fit with yours.

“hm.” you hum out, taking another sip of the bitter coffee before setting it down on the side table. “do you think we have time to fuck?”

“i-” rafe sits up suddenly, straightening out his previously slumped position. “what?”

“remember that time we hooked up?” you question, moving with confidence to sit on rafes lap, placing your knees on the couch cushion on either side of his thighs.

“we were both blacked out though. i thought for the sake of our friendship we agreed to not-”

you cut rafe off by surging forward and pressing your lips against his. “i want you. now.”

rafe doesn't question it. if he did you'd probably admit that your vibrator frustratingly died on you last night and wouldn't charge, leading to your pent up attitude.

rafe kisses you harshly, one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in flush to his body while his other hand comes to the back of your head, holding you close as his lips attack yours.

“fuck, we don't have much time though.” rafe says, breathing faster already as his muscular chest rises and falls.

“i want you right here.” you reach down and pet your palm over rafes crotch, feeling his length harden under the plaid pajama pants material. “we can fuck again later in your room, but i need you to make me cum right now.”

“okay.” rafe tries to stay listening to the stairs, waiting for a creak to tell him to stop, but the second your hand moves under the hem of his pants, all is forgotten.

you pull his cock out, wrapping your hand around his length as you stroke up and down, grinding yourself down against his thighs to get you even wetter than you already are.

“take your shorts off.” rafe says, hand coming to your ass and giving it a squeeze, a smile growing on his face when you get off his lap only to turn and have your bum face him as you pull down your shorts and underwear, bearing your pussy to rafe.

you expect him to let you turn around and ride him, use his body if he doesn't feel like helping, but suddenly your thighs are being spread by long slender fingers and rafes mouth is on your cunt.

you moan out probably too loudly and lean forward to place your hands on the coffee table as rafes tongue swipes through your folds, tasting all the juices and wetness that has accumulated.

“god.” you whine, pushing your hips back against rafes face. “don't stop.”

you feel his mouth drop slightly to reach your clit, his lips wrapping around your bud as he sucks. 

your fingers dig into the wooden table as you moan out again, trying to keep yourself from screaming as you grind back against his face.

rafe eats you out for as long as he will allow himself while in the living room. he stands suddenly, tongue licking at your wetness covering his lips.

before you can stand or turn, rafes cock is pressed against your entrance, his hands on your hips.

“fuck me rafe.” you tell him, looking over your shoulder. “fuck me hard.”

you don't have to tell rafe twice as he sinks into you, both letting out curses at the sudden intense pleasure.

rafe pauses for just a moment, somewhat to let you adjust but more so to allow himself a deep breath and refocus on not cumming too soon despite your cunt clutching his cock, seemingly sucking his length deeper inside of you.

“so fucking-” rafe gasps. “warm and wet.”

you open your mouth to respond with some quip when rafe begins to thrust, pounding into you with abandon, not treating you like you've been his best friend since kindergarten but like a whore he's having a one night stand with.

it makes you regret not giving in to the lust sooner as rafes hand reaches around your midsection and his fingers find your clit, strumming it with rhythm in time with his hips.

“we're doing this more often.” you tell rafe, who nods in agreement despite you facing away from him, he can't find his words at the moment.

“god, your cock is big.” you moan out. you remember the hookup somewhat despite telling rafe the next day you didn't, but a cock like his leaves an impression even in a completely blacked out drunk mind.

rafes fingers pinch at your clit, smiling as he feels your pussy grip his cock tighter every time.

the one hand on your hip is grabbing you so tightly you're sure to be bruises, but you just want rafe to cover you completely, marking you as his.

“im-im not gonna last much longer.” rafe says. 

“rub me faster.” you command, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the high building inside of you, wanting to cum at the same time as rafe.

his cock swells inside of you, pushing even further against your walls as your orgasm suddenly breeches as you cum with a gasp and a cry of rafes name.

you let out a whine when rafe suddenly pulls out, his cum spurting across your bum as he jacks himself off.

“the fuck?” you ask, turning around. “i wanted you to cum inside of me!”

“i-i-” rafe stutters, his eyes widening.

“come on.” you groan, pulling your shorts back on and grabbing your sullied, wet underwear. “you can make it up to me in your room.”

you make sure to grab your coffee before heading up the stairs.

[aether-weather]

first snowflake sighting ❄️\(￣︶￣*\))