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#lana del rey#coquette#hell is a teenage girl#femcel#girlblog#girlboss#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#aesthetic#its not one of those phases im going through#this is what makes us girls#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lizzy grant#mentally fucked#im just a girl#female hysteria
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bahh i want to chat about learning french but its kind of difficult. like either its super uninteresting to most people or i feel like i can come off as pretentious or whatever if im not careful and noo im just excited to both play videogames and learn a language. im literally a nerdd. anyway im going to make a post on that
#idk ive come to realise that im lowkey boring lmao#problem is i tend to have these massive interests that last for either 6 months or a year before i completely move onto the next shiny thin#like a couple years ago it was guitar#a while back it was stage lighting#now its french#smaller ones have been rats fish woodworking balloon animals musicals 3d modelling urban planning ect ect ect#and theres a part of me that always worries that im going to do the same with french#i was learning spanish but i had to give it up for french#the few constant interests in my life have been m1n3craft and drawing#but im never really hyperfixated on drawing in fact my best improvement occurs when im not focused on it lmao#idk point is i dont want to loose hope on french because i know how long it takes to learn and because the feeling of working towards it is#the best#but when your interests change so much and so dramatically it can feel like those that are most important to you are slipping away from you#idk this wasnt what i was expecting to talk about#though i do know that my siblings also go through interest phases like this dramatically so its probably not just a me thing
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#going through one of those phases telling myself not to give up this fic#because its basically a numbers game i am always losing#like im constantly worried im the only one who likes my own fic anymore#ive overstayed my welcome
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Oc s?
HI I present to thee:
Pigeon!
Pigeon used to be my icon for the longest time so I consider her like The Oc of this blog (even though I haven't posted about xyr in like a year but sh. shh.) I choose the color scheme (light green and some ochre-ish colors) to match her! She's an Animal Jam OC who takes the role of the player during the adventures.
She's just this super chipper and excitable pal who loves exploring and running at phantoms with reckless abandon. They live in Sarepia Forest and like collecting sunflowers and mushrooms and stuff. All the nooks and crannies they can find, they try to squeeze into. They have random knickknacks and rewards from adventuring scattered around their den. She cares about defeating the phantoms but exploration captures her attention a lot more. And she frequently gets distracted as a result. but somehow it works out. much to the confusion of the Alphas. And by "Alphas" I mean Greely. Because she just manages to find things inexplicably. Essentially I wanted her to fill the role of the player. Because when the player is playing the game, they can see the onscreen clues of where to find things. Like in an adventure if you need to find a key there's a little pop-up that shows which direction you need to go.
(^ like this) as well as other things like a map, the mission info at the top of the screen, etc.
And the alphas are always remarking on the player's ability to find these things, and how its surprising and a bit odd.
I thought that would be interesting to incorporate as an ability that the character has. because in universe, the other characters cant see these UI elements so it just looks like Pigeon is bee-lining it into the forest and then coming back with a cork and they're like. what. Pigeon just has this weird "sense" that pulls them forwards and brings them to certain people or objects that they can't explain. Its just innate. They walk into the woods and feel compelled to run into the trees and Oh! there's a key here! Huh, weird. And everyone else is just like "?????" because other than this pull towards things Pigeon doesn't have any other kind of like magical ability or a strong connection to Mira and Zios. Its just this 1 inexplicable quirk like she has a compass in her head she can tune to find things. Or to know where phantoms are. Which is especially helpful considering she isn't the strongest fighter. Like she's with another jammer and she's like "oh no! phantoms!" and throws a boomseed in a random direction and the distant sound of a phantom sprouter exploding is heard. (since sometimes you can destroy sprouters that are juuuustt on the corner of the screen but they cant actually detect you yet.) and the person she's with just stares at her like she's grown 3 heads.
idk i think its fun lol. shes just like a random jammer but she has a walkthrough built into her head.
its silly and it gives the opportunity for her to have interesting interactions with the Alphas, who are the main characters you talk to throughout the adventures. Obviously she serves as a kind of foil to Greely just by virtue of being very excitable and cheery but there's also some other stuff to it to. Like Greely's thing is that he's always going off by himself and he's all contemplative and i like the idea that they can bond over the idea of feeling strange and having weird magic connections. another big part of her desire for exploration is her awe of nature. She loves just looking around at the huge trees Jamaa has and the pretty crystal caverns. She could spend hours just wandering aimlessly down there. And that's something she and Cosmo can kinda chat over. And I imagine Ghraham's unrelenting need to understand everything leads to him being very interested in xyr abilities. they're also both very eccentric and I think they'd vibe Ae and Peck also get along I feel. But I also like to think that since they're the closest in personality Pigeon kinda idolizes Peck and so she tries really hard to impress and gets really embarrassed around her and its like silly and cute. She still only sees them sparingly so it's more like coworkers than friends but shes at least acquainted with everyone except Tavie. And if Tavie ever appears in or is referenced in a land adventure I'm absolutely making them friends. the other two Quail (brown n purple) and Dove (white n grey) are her younger sister and older brother because obviously shes the middle child.
anyway yeah I made my blog her color palette bc i just. i love her. <333333 I love u Pigeon.
#im sorry this took me like 3 days tumblr is going through one of those phases again where it just wont let me upload images#i think its a firefox issue? i have no idea.#i was also gonna talk about quail and dove but wow this is long#bone blathers#majachee#askbox#asks#aj oc#oc: pigeon#oc: quail#oc: dove#aj
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Imagine thinking that the recent "failure" (by Disney standards) of Phase 4 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe is because of the addition of "diversity wokeism" (their words, not mine) and a lack of focus from the architects of the MCU (mostly Kevin Feige) on the overarching storyline that binds all movies & shows and not due to the fundamentally unsustainable structure currently in place that attempts to make several gigantic billion dollar movies every year for the last 12 years whilst obviously relying on the exploitation of workers, particularly vfx artists, so much that it's driving people out of the industry, and milking as much money as possible through it all...
Like, sorry to say but: they aren't making movies...they're just rolling another product off the assembly line at this point.
#the world has gone through a severe life altering event#(c0vid)#and despite how we try to get back to normal it's not the same#i think a lot of people have so much nostalgia for phases 1 2 and 3 with the ending in endgame not just because of the obvious fact that#a lot of people grew up with these movies#but also because the world was a different place#and to quote a marvel movie: none of us can go back#also we are in a place in capitalist societies on which labor is getting increasingly more precarious#and this affects the film industry as any other one#even more when you consider that these movies have become more and more reliant on vfx work#whils vfx workers are more overworked less paid and rarely have unions#marvel has openly exploited these artists for YEARS#and its not only driven a lot of people out of the industry but created burn out for those that stayed#anyways im getting a lot of video essays recommended to be on yt on this subject#but i have yet to see something tackling the issue in a deeper level#the mcu is NOT despite neoliberal thinking isolated from the material reality of the people that create it#it's a fake world but the people who work on it are real#txt#anti disney#lol fuck you capitalist mouse#anti marvel
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Don't mind me just sitting here angrily staring at Taylor Swift's new album that's being shoved through my throat like a hot knife.
#ugh i dont want to talk about her#if you like her thats fine whatever#i just dont and this new album feels like a cash grab so hard#and this one particular song just hit me the wrong way#i dont know her i dont know her life i dont know what shes thinking#the 1830s song was bad enough#it tastes like those poorly written college students fiction where theyve done no research and think what theyve written can change the genr#and yet its completely tone def and needs to be gone through a goddamn ethics committee#makes you want to punch a wall gos#im mentally ill bro so mentally ill and it feels like a pit in my chest#and shes writing things like youre afraid of little old me haha you put me in an asylum aha im crazy#i can feel my teeth breaking#head in my hands i am trying not to be absolutely phased by this#because its kind of been a shit day and i keep fucking up and this one thing kind of hit me out of nowhere so im trying#because my fiance is coming home and were going out and i want to have a good time#and not be consumed by a depression fueled rage#ugh why why does she have a platform???
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lmao finished pepper grinder before downloading the qol update
#limon talks#really could have used those grapple points#like half the times i died were from just. diving in between dig points#the boss fights were pretty cool but hampered by being kinda buggy#the mint fight feels so poorly programmed#sometimes she'll become invincible#which im pretty sure is not the intent#and sometimes i just cant dig through the floor#once i was just weaving in between attacks for a minute unable to damage her for no reason#cool idea but idk i guess it needed more debugging time#sometimes bosses will give up#its how i beat emperor nero#he was pretty consistently kicking my ass#and then he just stood still for a minute#i take those tho#thank god dying in the second phase gives you a check point#hate having to do everything in one go#despite all that i think the game overall was pretty fun#shorter than what i was expecting but then again the game is pretty cheap so#really loved the giant robot you get to pilot#men only want one thing and its fucking disgusting#its tempting to go for the time attacks...#i did two of em and its was rlly fun figuring out how to go fast#overall like an 8/10 id recommend it
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Thinking back to a post you once made about Aeon Sunday… Imagine being someone who knew Sunday in the past before his ascension, only to then receive the gaze of Aeon Sunday later in life
Oh my god. I love this. This is simultaneously creepy AND oddly romantic.
Theres a lot of possibilities for this – was reader sunday's crush? A suitor? Maybe just someone he shared small talk with and actually liked it more than usual? Ooohohoho
Im not sure if its yan or not, so i just kinda.. kept it variable(?)
This ones a bit longer because i desperatley need to wordvomti . Thanks.
Achieving an aeon's gaze is strange, your discipline, morals, ideals, lifestyle, something has to deeply resonate with their followed path. Let us assume Sunday is something similar to a "dreamlike" aeon [maybe it's mentioned in his boss form description, all i remember is the embryo of Philosophy ;;]
But again, it's not exactly stated how you'd be able to achieve an aeon's gaze; i still have no idea how acheron did it [IX is literally a black hole??], because i cant for the life of me read through those huge blocks of texts in the dialogue.
So lets say Sunday's able to pull his own strings and maybe even force you on that path. He's an aeon – who's stopping him?
Its the middle of the night, you're awake in bed, tossing and turning. It feels like something in your chest is pulling, a weird sensation you've been trying to put off. Your eyes are burning from the lack of sleep, but your mind seems restless. You try to calm yourself down and think about one thing and then another, one by one, until you remember Sunday. You wonder what was going through his mind, his in-between words in that one conversation, what he could have meant..
And like that, you fall asleep. Your bones sink into the bed, your weight relaxes into the pliant surface.
And then you awake. But somewhere else. It's not your bedroom – not the familiar ceiling, nor the corner of your room with piled clothes or a messy table. It's the cosmos, littered with stars. It's strange. You almost don't notice until you try to move – you're floating in space.
You turn, and he's there. That recognizable golden halo, stretching out into the dark expanse like the inside of a star plunging into the depths, golden eyes that peer down at you; with recognition, understanding, almost sympathy, and something you can't quite place. Your ribs ache and your lungs burn when you're reminded to breathe – this is the man you were thinking about before you slept.
You wake up, panting, shooting up in bed. The familiar space of your room greets you this time. The night is young outside your window ‐ not much time seems to have passed in that brilliant moment.
You were ready to chalk it up to a dream, like the ones where you feel like you're falling and wake up with a racing heart. But then you look down, and see a strange symbol on your body, something akin to an eye.
It seems you've earned his blessing to follow his path.
And even more? It seems like you're the first person to actually follow this path.
It's strange and isolating in a way. You can awaken from the sweetdream paradise your beloved Aeon seems to have put penacony under. You gain this strange, superflous, iridescent ghost of a halo, and you realise you can use it to communicate.
You can communicate with Sunday.
But a part of you finds it pointless. you can't understand what he's saying anymore; Aeons' existence transcends language. You can only hear whispers of people speaking to you, as though it's from the corner of a room, somewhere in the distance, with one barely audible male voice standing out in the whispering; it might be sunday's real voice, but you're not sure. At least, to some degree, you've managed to make out a few words.
Some words give you information. You can monitor the true handiwork of your aeon this way. Every person's dream — sweet, deep slumbers, exquisitely woven by deft fingers, all in 7 days. You figured this when you phased out of the dream, looking down at your own sleeping body and freaking out, when Sunday communicated with you for the first time, instantly calming you down. Dream. Woven. 7 days. Those words were evident in the cacophony of whispers.
Some words carry warnings. Or rather, they're not exactly words.
When your curious hands boldly trace the surface of a particularly fragile dream, you hear breathing. In close proximity, too, as if its right behind your ear. Sometimes, if you try to wake someone, you feel the breathing; warm, and languidly flowing down the back of your collar. You've chosen to not find out what happens when you don't listen.
Sometimes, when you decide to simply phase out of the dream to take a look at your own body in reality – you talk to Sunday. You tell him what you think, who you met in the dreamscape, what he can do to make it better [since.. well, you can't exactly do much to awaken anyone or oppose an aeon]. You assume he doesn't hear you, since you don't get your whispery response, but after you catch a few glimpses of your suggestions in the dreamscape, you realise he's just a good listener.
Perhaps, even if you may be the only follower of this path for now.. it may not be as isolating as you think.
#moonink#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x gender neutral reader#hsr x y/n#hsr x male reader#hsr x you#hsr sunday#hsr sunday x y/n#hsr sunday x you#hsr sunday x reader#sunday hsr#honkai star rail sunday#honkai star rail x you#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#honkai x you#honkai x reader#sunday x you#sunday x y/n#sunday x reader#sunday hsr x you#sunday hsr x reader#hsr aeons#honkai sr#hsr drabbles#hsr imagines#sunday honkai star rail
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it's hot where i live and it has me thinking about beach days with young! art and patrick. specifically annoying friend! patrick. imagine going to the beach with them. them picking you up and their reactions to your bikini. barley covered up by the crocheted top you had on. peaking through is your white bikini top that shows off your chest more than they've seen before. patrick unashamedly checking out your ass as you bend over to throw your bag in. i just know art would be so flustered. his face flushed and nervously laughing as he tries not to check you out too obviously. annoying friend! patrick on the other does little to hide it. probably asks where you've "been hiding those". squirts sunscreen on you while making crude jokes - and, of course, you let art rub sunscreen on your back instead of patrick which leads to a very embarrassing boner on his part - and patrick will 100% try to untie your swimsuit.
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stop because friends with art and patrick where they're just starting to realize how fucking hot you are. maybe you've covered up more before, maybe you're in a girly phase you weren't in previously, maybe you're purposely trying to gain their attention in that way - either way they're both slackjawed at the sight of you. their eyes piercing your skin when you tug off your top and wriggle out of your shorts, the thin straps of your bikini hugging your curves. your tits nearly spilling out - your ass eating up your bottoms. arts face is a comical shade of red, blotchy and patricks flushed too but at least art is polite where patrick just flat out ribs you about it, "the fuck were you hiding those knockers?"
you're secretly pleased, though you roll your eyes and admonish him for being a pervert. in fact, you do alot of that for the rest of the day, deliberately flaunting your body but acting like its not a big deal. steadily driving them insane, even art starts to get twitchy about it.
when you undo your bikini straps and ask him to rub in sunscreen, with just your palms daintily cupping your tits to cover them - he bawks at you. his hands are trembling and nervous as they feather across your back and you moan, arching back into his touch with a sigh, "harder, art." he lasts all of about five minutes before he's scrambling up, like, "uh. gotta piss." bolting from you like a scared deer to find the nearest bathroom and lock himself in a stall, furiously shoving his hand down his trunks to pump his hard cock. moans sounding tortured as he beats himself raw replaying the way you'd said "harder." in his head on a loop.
with patrick you really push it, knowing he wont spook like art. when you're in the water, you lose your top - on purpose - squealing and pressing yourself against patricks broad back, feeling him freeze when his brain computes the bare skin on skin contact - your hard nipples pushed against him. you can feel his breath expand through his chest as he inhales and exhales and chokes out - "what - what, um. you're, uh -" you suppress a giggle at having made him flounder, "just walk back to shore. i need to cover up." keeping your bare tits pressed firmly against him the whole time.
you torture them more when you find a popsicle stand and buy one - moaning and drooling around the icy concoction as it drips down your wrist. they stare at you with their lips parted, almost looking miserable in their abject longing as you slurp loudly - pushing the icy dessert in and out of your mouth - bobbing your head. it gets all over your chest, your chin, and you giggle when you finish it off, "im so sticky." licking the stick clean after. somethings sticky, alright, both of them think.
its a long day - and when they're driving you home the ride is starkly quiet. you hum to fill the silence, wondering what they're thinking about to have them looking so broody.
#ask#☕️ anon#they're beating their meat so furiously when they get home#thinking about how if u keep this up - they'll snap one night#they're just boys after all. can u blame them?
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SAMMY'S GIRL (ii) | s.kerr
summary: MORE headcanons on your relationship with sam, read part one here.
pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr
notes: getting out lots of little headcanons because they're just so much fun to do. sammy's girl is my favourite of all my girls (completely bias, sorry) but if you want to see what other 'wags' are in my lil universes, check out my masterlists!! each 'wag' is also going to get their own tag, so check those out for little file facts, or ask questions/send thoughts so we can add to them all!! lots of love
as previously established, you’ve grown up with sam right
you’ve known her through every little phase and every weird obsession she’s ever had
you know her deepest secrets and she knows yours
its honestly quite jarring because you both know each other better than you know yourselves
you’re not at sporty as sam, only relaly dabbling in school netball for carnivals and stuff when they needed extra girls
but sam would try and include you as much as she could in all aspects of her career
if she was having a solo gym day, or just going on a walk
guess whos coming with!?!!!
its you!!!!!!
if she wants a swim at the beach for recovery
she is making sure that you tag along
(not just to see you in your bathers, its for recovery, have some professionalism please)
sam has spent half of her life without you and having to settle for seeing you through a screen
so once you’re in london with her permanently, she is making the most of that
she needs to shower? you’re passing her body wash
she’s hungry? shes making two servings and you’re eating with her
she wants a coffee? youre heading to your favourite spot
you are always around
and sam isn’t having it if you’re not
when she does have to go away?
youre getting texts from guro, erin and millie complaining about her
‘omg she wont shut up about you’
‘if sam doesn’t stop talking im gonna clock her y/n, i won’t be held responsible for my actions’
‘she’s at a new level of pathetic, please come get your girl’
but they understand, they love you too
the entirety of the chelsea squad know you’re at every game
they have a dedicated seat for you in the family and friends section
everyone is away that it’s your seat
millie’s fiancée wards people away from it
he once had to face the consequences of sitting in your seat
he wouldn’t wish an angry emma hayes or sam kerr upon anyone
but its not all about sam
she is just your biggest cheerleader
you were able to finish your degree online and were lucky enough that your credentials in australia carried over to the uk
so you started working there
im picturing sports journalism???????? you were forced to be around sport your entire life that it kinda just became a natural thing
you were so well-informed on so many different sports it was crazy
sam loved plugging anything you were writing
you posted a new article? she’s sharing that shit on her instagram story
you won an award for a piece? she’s at the ceremony
you’re working overtime to get a project finished? she’s ordering you dinner to the office
as much as sam is a professional and very famous athlete
she’s still just sammy to you
and she’s never forgotten that
but to her, you are the best thing to ever happen to planet earth
and she makes sure that everyone knows
living with sam is lots of fun
you relish in all of the time you get to spend together
call it making up lost time
sure, she leaves her stuff everywhere
but you’re guilty of that too
you still hold each other accountable
‘sam you didn’t do the dishes’
‘okay and you didn’t hang out the laundry’
‘… fair enough’
making dinner together is just chaotic
sam can only cook breakfast, she excels at smashed avocado
so she really lets you take the reins on dinners
she succumbs to the sou-chef life
you force her to watch movies with you
she argues and says that tv shows are better
(even though you know she’s completely invested in whatever film you’ve chosen)
you have a little brother who just idolises sam
and he has since the day he was born
he was a classic accident child, a real surprise for your parents
but watching him grow up was just the best
hes the biggest women’s soccer fan you know
he’s up-to-date on all of the woso drama
definitely can tell you the entire timeline and drama of the mcfoord relationship
so when he’s old enough
sam flies him over to the uk all the time
he just loves sam so much
he wears her jersey to every game, saying he doesn’t want anyone elses
(maybe maccas, but that’s a different story)
and sam is estatic to have him there
definitely walks out with him as her mascot on multiple occasions
sam isn’t super touchy feely in front of others
but when shes drunk, she can’t help it
she just wants to hold you and she doesn’t care who’s around to see it
sam really loves watching men at bars or in clubs try to hit on you
just to go and ruin their fun
it’s her favourite pastime really
sam’s extra sappy and clingy when tired
after a big night or a tiring game, she wants to curl up next to you and have you hold her until she falls asleep
sometimes it’s a foreign feeling for you
sam is almost always the big spoon
so you really drink in the feeling whenever she feels vulnerable enough to let you hold her for a change
sam is also extra attentive when you’re not feeling well
she’s so doting and always checking in on you
if shes around, you’re being waited on hand and foot
‘are you okay? do you have a temp?’
‘let me get you some water’
‘i don’t like the sound of that cough, y/n’
if she’s away for a game, your phone does not stop ringing
she’s always texting when she has a spare minute
and if she has more than ten minutes to spare, she’s calling you to see how you are
sam just adores you
the fans adore you even more
the amount of tiktok edits of you and sam are crazy
the one of you in the stands after her goal against england in the world cup went viral
the way you jumped out of your seat and almost threw yourself over the barrier was on the news the next day
the clip continuing as sam ran over to your section, as you both shouted in celebration to each other
or the clips in the matildas doco series of the two of you
the lesbians went feral for that shit
everyone wants what you have
everyone wants you
you are that bitch
sam knows it too
and she’s not afraid to let people know just who you are
because you’re hers
forever and always
#headcanons . * • .#sam kerr x reader#sam kerr imagine#sam kerr one shot#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso one shot#sammy's girl . * • .
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#lizzy grant#this is what makes us girls#hell is a teenage girl#coquette#im just a girl#femcel#female rage#female hysteria#thought daughter#sylvia plath#the virgin suicides#girl interrupted#girl interupted syndrome#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#tumblr girls#it girl#girlblogging#girlhood#real#she just like me fr#she just gets me#ed but not ed sheeran#i need professional help#life is hard#mentally fucked#mentally unstable#bed rotting#sofia coppola#mommy issues#its not one of those phases im going through
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NYE - nsfw
word count: 1.6k
pairing: adult!lottie x afab!reader
youre lottie’s younger partner and she gets jealous easily.. :3
warnings: 18+ content, fingering, controlling!lottie, older!lottie, rough!lottie, bratty!reader, sub!reader, teasing!reader, intoxication, use of alcohol, mommy kink, nipple play, overstimulation, crying, begging
It was another one of those nights - you were out partying while Lottie was at home, she hated not having you by her side, especially on fucking new years eve. she wanted to spend quality time with you, have a romantic dinner even but you didnt care, you were younger and in that phase where you felt the need to party whenever you could. Lottie tried to talk you out of it but you never listened, you were a brat. You’ve asked her to come along with you because she’d throw tantrums about how she didnt want you to do mistakes which you’d regret. She didnt want to come along, she’d say shes too old for that kind of stuff and its not for her.
Well, today was different - you had left the house without saying goodbye, you two had just gotten in a fight and you were so fucking upset. you felt like blowing up. you came home late, clearly more intoxicated than you’ve ever been before - it was new years eve and youve been to the club with some friends. you clearly had your struggle to get the key into the keyhole of the front door, your vision was blurry but you somehow managed. you turned the key and pushed open the door, pulling out the key and slamming the door. you didnt really care if you might wake up Lottie. you went into the kitchen, couldn’t even walk straight - you threw your keys onto the counter and sat down on it, noticing lottie standing in the doorway to the living room - wearing her black robe. you rolled your eyes and tore your gaze away from her, fiddling with the rings on your fingers - her eyes were burning onto you, you felt yourself getting hot. she stepped closer to you, reaching out to grab your chin. you gulped and looked up at her, innocently. “you know how fucking worried i was? its three am!” she snapped at you, your eyes wide with lust, you were so drunk - her bad mood turned you on.
Lottie noticed the way your lips parted slightly, your eyelids starting to feel heavier - she scoffed and picked you up. “tell me what you did.” she said, trying to sound calmer but failing miserably. “well.. u-uhm.. i drank.. obviously..” you slurred drunkenly. you felt her roll her eyes as the carried you up the stairs and into the bedroom, she threw you on the bed and went to straddle your hips. her robe had fallen open slightly - revealing more of her bare chest, causing your breath to hitch. Lottie’s hand found its way to your shirt - pulling it over your head. she threw it aside carelessly and her hands went behind your back to undo your bra, throwing it off too. Lottie’s hand cupped your breast - her thumb and index finger going to pinch your nipple, causing you to cry out. “did someone else touch you, huh?” she asked - her eyes looked so possessed, fuck it was hot. you shook your head, her two fingers pinched harder, causing you to squirm and whine. a smirk curled upon Lottie’s lips, she let go of your breast and her hands went to undo your pants - pushing them down to the floor and leaving you in just your underpants. “you know mommy doesnt like you going out.. yet you keep doing it.” she murmed as she trailed her finger over your abdomen, sending a shiver along your skin. “mommy’s really upset about that..” she whispered, her lips dragging over the sensitive skin on your neck. “i-im sorry mommy..” you whimpered as her hand cupped your soaked cunt through your panties. her finger slipped under your waistband and pulled your panties down, her thumb trailed circles over your clit. “mommy’s gonna make you cum.. over and over again, until you beg for her to stop.” she murmed and you nodded, this was her form of punishment - overstimulation.
Lottie pulled you in for a kiss as two of her fingers sunk into your cunt, making you moan into her mouth - she smirked and pushed her tounge foward, claiming you once again. her fingers worked expertly, curling up against your g-spot and making you gasp. your hands grasped onto her robe - pulling it off and causing her to stop for a second, she chuckled before she kept going, her tounge dancing with yours as she pumped her fingers in and out your of your cunt. your hands were all over her body, trying to find something to hold on and settling on her waist - your hips bucked upward as she kept fingering you, your eyes rolling back in your head as you felt the waves of your orgasm hitting. “fuuuck.. mommy..” you cried out as your cum came dripping out your hole, Lottie pulled her fingers out - licking them and savouring your taste. “Hmm so good..”
Lottie backed off of you, walking towards the bedside table and pulling open a drawer. she pulled out a vibrator along with her strap-on. your eyes widened as you watched her from the bed, you shifted so you could rest your head on the pillow. Lottie walked back towards you, the vibrator in her hand and the strapon on the matress next to you. you looked up at her with wide eyes - you felt the alcohol still running through your system. she moved to sit and lean against the headboard “come sit between mommy’s legs.” you complied, shifting to sit between her legs, the back of your head resting against her chest. Lottie ran a finger along your inner thigh before grabbing both thighs and spreading them apart. you heard her switch the vibrator on a low level and you glared down to see her bringing it to your swollen clit. as soon as it made contact you gasped, hips bucking upwards. she used her left hand to caress your breasts - you squeezed your eyes shut and felt the sensations run through your veins, a switch clicked and the vibrations started going faster. making you moan harder, hands grasping the sheets as lottie cooed down at you. “hmm let go..” and you did, cumming for her once more. Lottie didnt pull the tog away, she turned the level up once more and your legs twitched as you cried out. she chuckled and her left arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to her and holding you steady. you felt her face nuzzling your neck as she pressed a kiss on there “take it for me..” she whispered into your ear before gently biting down on your lobe - you were a moaning mess, drunk on her words.
As Lottie turned the toy on the highest level, you felt as if you were gonna melt - whimpering in her embrace as your eyes were starting to water “m-mommy please.. i- i cant..” you whined and she moved her free hand to caress your abdomen “shhh.. baby you got this, one more for mommy..”
A tear ran down your cheek as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching, whining and crying out Lottie’s name as you came. “lottie.. please stop..!” your cry was muffled by her hand over your mouth.
After you finally somewhat calmed down, you laid against her chest - panting slightly. Lottie’s hand was caressing your hair, the vibrator was forgotten to the bedside table. you thought she was finally done punishing you but oh you were wrong. Lottie lifted you by your waist and made you face her, placing you on her lap as she pulled you in for a kiss again, her tounge ran over your lips and you split them, letting both your tounges tangle. after a few seconds she pulled back “now.. one more thing..” she said with that sweet, crooked grin (AHHHH :33) as she reached for the strap-on which laid on the matress. she carefully lifted you off her lap and went to put the strap around her waist, making sure it was tight enough and secure. you bit your lower lip, spreading your legs. Lottie raised a brow “get up.” her tone was more commanding now. you stood up and felt your legs trembling slightly, you looked up at the taller woman “turn around and bend over.” your eyes wide as you complied, spinning around and bending over the bed - it was a rather high bed so it wasnt a problem for lottie to reach you (idk did that make sense??). as soon as you were in position her hand flew across your asscheek, causing you to flinch slightly. Lottie chuckled lowly as she went to position herself, pressing the tip of her purple strap-on against your sore cunt. your eyes squeezed shut as you felt her push foward, your mouth hung open - your hands gripping on the sheets as she started thrusting back and forth, groaning as she did so. Lottie’s grip on your hips tightened, pulling you closer as she slammed the toy in and your cunt. “fuck.. lottie..” you moaned as you felt your fourth orgasm approaching. “so fucking tight.. yet you take mommy so well.” you moaned again, your face buried in the sheets as tears started to form in your eyes once more, your moans became louder and louder until you finally felt the knot in your lower area releasing. your whole body shook slightly, she kept pumping back and forth, her movements becoming slower as she let you fully ride out your last orgasm. “mhmm done so well for me.” she praised as she slowly pulled out.
and with that she left the room, probably off to take a shower as you laid on the bed, properly used by her. you had definitely learned your lesson from this.
AN: i have no fucking idea what this is just uhm yes
#yellowjackets#lottie yellowjackets#lottie mathews x reader#simone kessell#adult lottie#lottie matthews smut#lottie x reader#lottie matthews#charlotte matthews
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ciao gente! che musica ascoltate, solitamente?
TRANSLATION: hi folks! What music do you usually listen to?
DAVEPETA: B33 < *slides in cutely all smooth like* DAVEPETA: B33 < *meowchal jackson up in this bitch thats how smooth dp slides in* DAVEPETA: B33 < *dp paws through their collection of sick records before landing on the purrfect one and they set that thang gently onto the record player* DAVEPETA: B33 < ive b33n listenin to this jazz fusion band from old earth DAVEPETA: B33 < its called casiopea! DAVEPETA: B33 < if you want a recommendation i like タイムリミット !
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ROXY: when i was super young and im talkin like baby ROXY: imagine baby roxy in your brain. oh yeah ROXY: i was super into like early 2000s hip hop n r&b!! ROXY: i had a phase where i would listen to hey ya by outkast on repeat for um ROXY: like genuinely weeks on end i think... ROXY: it was called gettin my hey yas in and it was a genuine ritual that was beneficial to my well being!!! ROXY: that music still means a lot to me but nowadays i listen to a lot of those silly cat song playlists for silly people :3
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KARKAT: THIS QUESTION FUCKING SUCKS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T ADMITTED THIS TO ANYBODY YET SO HERE WE GO I GUESS KARKAT: I STARTED DOING THIS BIT FOR MY STUDENTS WHERE I WOULD ONLY PLAY THAT SHITTY STOCK MUSIC BY KEVIN MACLEOD AS BACKGROUND, YKNOW AS THEY DO THEIR WORK KARKAT: DID YOU KNOW WE HAD A KEVIN MACLEOD ON ALTERNIA? THE MUSIC WAS EXACTLY THE FUCKING SAME BUT ALL OF THE TITLES WERE DIFFERENT KARKAT: OBVIOUSLY KARKAT: ANYWAYS I PUT IT ON FOR THE KIDS SO MUCH THAT I STARTED GETTING ATTACHED TO IT AND NOW I EVEN PLAY IT AT HOME BECAUSE ITS THE ONLY THING I CAN FUCKING LISTEN TO ANYMORE KARKAT: DAVE KEEPS SAYING "where i come from we call that autism"
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#cookiefish timeline#davepeta#davepetasprite#roxy lalonde#karkat vantas#CF!davepeta#CF!roxy#CF!karkat#homestuck#homestuck post canon
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i draw so that a 15 year old years from now right out of her deltarune phase scrolling mindlessly for the next thing to draw during history class can perhaps, one day, see my art and say "fuck it lets watch (insert homoerotic show/podcast)"
i draw so that a 25 year old nonbinary person on a 5 minute break from work can scroll on Tumblr and say "people still watch homestar runner?" before mindlessly reblogging as there fingers were trained to do after a life of this.
i draw so that the teen boy who has to pretend to be homophobic around his friends can send the little pictures to his boyfriend because "you like that show right?"
i draw so that 6 years from now the woman I wish I would have had the chance to marry can go on my blog and find all my little pictures and laugh and say "you never changed, did you?"
i draw for my friend, T, who likes every post i make and comments on all of my tiktoks "i agree!" followed by some arrangement of shouting and fire emojis
i draw for my mother who doesn't quite understand what I mean when I go on frivolous rants on what happened in that show or game or podcast or book or fanfic but smiles because its rare she sees me so happy it simply must be shared, and so she says "That totally makes sense" in a sarcastic tone that to one might convey rudeness, but between us has a certain sincerity, a recognition of the mundane, and we laugh.
i draw for myself to look back and squeal giddy because I love the way it turned out
i draw for people who would be my best friend that I never meet because im too scared to comment on there posts
i draw for the people i have known as long as i can remember, the people i likely won't get to see until i die, because they like my art
i draw in spite of those who make me want to quit, i draw because i know they can't stop me, and I don't think they would want to
i draw in spite of my middle school sweetheart that I still text sometimes because I miss when we were friends
i draw in spite of people who called all my art rushed after hours of work
i draw for the boy I wished i would marry because I know he looks at the art I made of him and washes out the part of it that was me, so that its a hollow glass of his own self love, posted to his media pinned as a profile photo, claiming it's nothing but knowing that after it all, he hangs a picture painted by me in his room and my love will never leave his heart.
i draw for the man he will one day be when he pushes the things he did down to unpleasant memories, and he looks at that figure, and knows that at one point, he was loved enough for someone to make it.
i draw for the man one day I will be, looking through sketchbooks full of Homestuck ocs and Mario enemies with nothing but the indication of a smile as I'm flooded with all the love I had for so many things.
i draw for the man T will be one day, hopefully still a friend of mine, finding his silly notes disbursed through my notebooks. his doodles in pages perfectly reserved just for him. you know. cuz I love him.
i draw for the people who will pass my life only knowing the cool eye I was drawing in history class.
i draw for the girl who took up art after seeing the way I put pen to page
i draw for the family that cheers to see another work done by me
i draw for the people who will exist long after I have died so subtlety effected by the art had on so many other artists, so many people, even if they don't know my name, even if they will never see my work.
i draw because its fun and it helps me think and I like thinking of ideas and putting them onto paper and I like how the finished piece looks most of the time.
i draw
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Hey Bones, I saw your thing about a Bat family member becoming a ghost and it reminded me of a very heart breaking au a friend and I came up with a while back that I don't remember if I submitted or not. Either way, be prepared to have your heart broken.
Tim is dead. He's been dead for a while actually. But No one seems to have noticed. He looks and feels just as solid as he did before he died, even if he's got a lower body temperature and doesn't seem to get hurt on patrol beyond bumps and bruises. Never anything that would land him in med Bay, never anything that would make his family check on him.
No one has noticed the way he doesn't eat anymore, or the fact he doesn't sleep. He's extended his patrol hours and cut back on time at Wayne Enterprises. He's pretty sure not even Alfred noticed. He knows the Kryptonians aren't worried about him not having a heart beat and they have no reason to tell anyone. They know he has a special device that can hide him from their senses and tests it on Kon a lot to make him focus on spacial awareness beyond his hearing. He used it a lot before he died. They just think he hasn't turned it off in a while.
Tim remembers how he died. Not fully, but there are pieces. He remembers he was fighting someone on a bridge and he didn't call for back up because he thought he could handle it. He doesn't remember who he thought he could handle. He remembers something stinging his arm. A bug? No a bug couldn't bite through Kevlar, it was a needle. Then everything started going dark and he was stumbling back. His back hit something hard and he tiped over it. He thought he could land on the other side. He remembers wondering why his suit felt so damp and heavy as the world went black around him.
Tim's body is still at the bottom of the bay where it will likely stay forever with so, so many other bodies. It makes Tim wonder, why him? Why not everyone else who ended up down there? Why not everyone who has died in Gothem? Did he come back like Jason did, is it something to do with being a vigilante? Tim checks his own pulse again while he's alone. Yep. Still dead. He continues on his patrol and tries to shove those thoughts away.
So what if Tim's dead? He's still here and he still has work to do. His family is full of detectives. If they can't figure out that something as important as death has happened to one of their own? Well then Tim thinks they need to pay more attention. He ignores the pain that curls in the back of his mind at that thought.
It's been 6 months. Why hasn't anyone noticed? Tim can't help but wonder if they ever will.
Howdy its me @bonebrokebuddy answering. I'm Twone's (twin bones) twin who is helping answer asks because this fucker has like, over 100 of them in her ask box and I help her with making prompt ideas frequently so she trusts me to not horribly fuck up her account.
This is my first answer for her I've written because I had my screen on low brightness and on darkmode, so your profile jump scared the shit out of me when I scrolled past it. Therefore im answering this one first.
Anywho, from my chronic inability to write angst here goes: Tim died, came back and none of the Bats seemed to care. So what? It's not like his best friends hadn't done the same thing. And he was tired and sick of the Bats thinking his entire life revolved around them.
So he packed up his bags and headed to Kansas.
The Bats might not be worried but neither was Kon or Bart. They're actually thrilled after getting over their initial grief that Tim now has also personally experienced death and came back. The funeral was a rather small, breif, and quiet afar. Kon made sure to help locate Tim's corpse and Bart helped with the eulogy (surprisingly heartfelt and moved them all to tears.)
Sure, they're sad that Tim died but he's right in front of them, it's a little more difficult to morn when you've been laughing at said dead guy who got stuck halfway through phasing out of the wall. And now Tim can keep track with them!
Kon is a little pissed that Tim can now go intangible and escape his TTK so he can't take away Tim's coffee anymore. But it's kinda worth it. The first time he took Rob on his favorite flight path, he's never wanted anything else than to hear Tim's breathless laugh and see his frighteningly perfect smile again. They now often go on flights together, high above the clouds with no-one else but them for thousands of miles around. (it almost felt like a date)
Bart knew this would happen one day. He was from the future, of course he knew that Tim Drake, formerly Red Robin, died at age 19 and changed his alias to The Grey Ghost. It doesn't mean that Bart doesn't morn the passing of his friend. Tim means a lot to him and the brief guilt that he did not stop Tim's death also quickly passes. He can finally show Tim that hiding space in the walls that no one else can get to without phasing through the wall! One other thing. Bart is unsure if Kon has noticed yet, which he knows Kon isn't the most observant of the old young justice crew but he has to have noticed it by now. Ever since Tim left Gotham he's developed an insane appetite despite claiming that he didn't need to eat while in Gotham and also being dead so why does he need to eat? (Unknown to Bart, Kansas doesn't have as much ambient ectoplasm as Gotham and Tim is starting to experience the withdraw symptoms. If the trio don't realize how to fix Tim's worsening symptoms soon, Tim might actually die for good this time.)
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny phantom#seersnake#ones replies#twones replies#bones replies#dont worry ill make the tagging system confusing quICK#I POSTED IT BEFORE IT WAS DONE FUCK#okay fixed it.
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Do you ever get that uncomfy feeling about fandom dissecting cast interviews and heavily interacting and sharing interactions? Like I ship (shipped? Put off by parasocialness and lfj love) bucktommy and buddie but the fandom is so offputting.
Like appreciating the cast ofc is fair and fun but I cant help but feel like, this broken wall of seperation makes finishing or reaolving the bucktommy break up less likely.
I think im overthinking a bit, but this buddie outrage, lfj sharing posts and interacting, people bashing OS about his wording, like the idea that in 8B. Tim and whoever thinks, okay they should come back. The idea of those actors having to interact after all this (in sone ways) overblown drama makes me cringe and i cant properly express why. Maybe its the lack of escapism?
I cant fully express my thoughts on this properly but i have agreeed with most of your posts on the subject. You articulate stuff well.
Dont mean to bash people that love to follow the cast closely but idk when i see it all blur on my page, i get so weirded out. Anyway ignore if this makes no sense or is irrelevant.
I do get what you're trying to say, and that's where the root of the issues with Oliver's behavior stems from. We, as a fandom, should not be able to *notice* when a particular cast member is being left out of cast moments behind the scenes. Yes, he was professional on set and got through his scenes, but the ONLY reason people have started to put two and two together re: his concerns over "backlash" is because of we just saw happen while Lou was on the show. Before, we could tell ourselves "Well maybe Oliver's just tired of these forced hetero relationships that will go nowhere". But now his character is canonically queer. And he chose not to acknowledge the story line outside of one post that got deleted and a couple of stories. (One of which was most definitely advised for good PR given how he recorded it on the fly - Bi Visibility Day). Viewers should have been able to watch the story line with NO preconceived notions of how anybody really felt. Viewers should have been able to feel sad about the break up without Oliver immediately jumping into a story about how HE TEXTS THE GUY WHO WROTE TOMMY OFF to let Buck go back to his 1.0 phase. Viewers should have been able to believe the guy who seemed so excited to celebrate his character's coming out sympathized with the disappointment. But because Oliver only worries about the hate HE receives, because Oliver puts HIS feelings first when telling a queer (potential) love story on tv, fandom is left to wonder whether he even liked the direction of Buck's story line, whether he actually DID have anything to do with Tommy get written off as quickly as he did. Fans look into things because Oliver leaves the door open.
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