#kind of rude

[wistfulweaverwoman]

I need to know about TAD- first night scene

Okay so this was something I wrote awhile ago and then changed some of the direction of the story, so this will not actually be going into the fic and there will be something else that's quite different.

Mild smut warning

So. at this point in the fic it's their wedding night and Peeta was on team waiting to consummate to get to know each other better, and there was zero sweetheart ribbons or her asking him if he'd like to marry her. There was also no waiting period, just that at some point people were supposed to start. And she pushes Peeta into sex immediately to get it over with so the clinic won't have a reason to send her away to the capitol or wherever they're carting women off too. She's finally convinced Peeta but he's kind of salty (because he rightly thinks it will not be good for developing relationship) taken the stance of you want to do it then you go ahead and be on top.

While my attempts at seduction were weak he seems wholly unenthusiastic as he undresses slowly, avoiding eye contact. I can’t help but stare as he lays on his back on the bed. 

Isn’t that where I’m supposed to lay? I think. 

I’m a bit dismayed. I assumed that just offering myself up would be enough for any male to… have their way with me. I close my eyes. I can’t even think the word, how am I supposed to actually do it? 

I release the buttons at my hip and the silken knickers puddle at my feet. The look of interest returns to Peeta’s face and he peers at me, I guess to see what I do next. Which… I hesitate. Do I take everything off? I decided to keep on the brassiere and my stockings so I’m not completely naked and exposed.

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth.

I swallow and lift and swing my leg over him. Perching over Peeta’s upper thighs, my knees support my weight on either side of him on the bed. His cock stands erected before me, so I scoot up and position myself in what I estimate is the correct spot and press myself down against it. I’m not really sure how he’ll fit, I estimate it’ll be like trying to push a rolling pin into a nail hole. 

He’s up on his elbows now, watching my progress. Which is almost non-existent. My eyes are already stinging at the pain and there’s nothing actually in yet.

“No, Katniss, you’re hurting yourself, you have to stop. You’re not ready,” he says. This annoys me.

“I’m ready, I just don’t know if I’m doing this the right way,” I say, huffing.

“No, I mean,” he says. “You’re not… ready.” A kind of understanding blooms. I glance down, and then away, sitting back on his thighs.

“How do you know, have you done this before?” I say.

“No, I have two older married brothers,” he says. “They’ve been very detailed about… this. What I’m not supposed to do, and what I am. And what to expect, somewhat.” I almost regret stopping that conversation with my mother. Maybe I should have tried to ask Madge. 

“So… you mean you know how I’m supposed to become… ready,” I say.

“Well, in theory,” he says, slowly. I wait for him to elaborate. He rakes his fingers through his curls pushing them off his forehead and flops back to the bed.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he says, his blush spreading from his already brilliant face down his neck. He clears his throat and peers up at me. I close my eyes and eventually nod.

“Only a few times, nothing really… I couldn’t… figure out… what was supposed to…” I say, covering my face with my hands. I peek at him through my fingers.

He glances back up towards the ceiling.

“I could try, if you want,” he says. I drop my arms down to my sides and grip the bedclothes. I still feel warm and a bit bold from the liquor.

“Okay,” I say, barely above a whisper. He sits up immediately and places his warm hands on my upper arms, sliding them up and down. It feels… nice. Comforting. I relax my fisted hands a little.

“Rye said that if the female is properly tended to the joining part should be very easy,” he says.

“Tended to? What am I? A goat?” I say. 

He laughs. It’s a nice sound.

“Uh no, he likened it to a flower bud that blooms with, uh, careful care,” Peeta says, chuckling nervously. I roll my eyes. 

His fingers fumble with the tiny buttons of the brassiere, clumsily forcing them through their snug holes. He exposes the skin between my breasts and a kind of shiver shoots through me. His hands hover then he makes eye contact with me, silently asking permission for whatever he intends to do. I yank the thing off and fling it somewhere across the room. I am impatient to get this over with, and unbuttoning my clothes and undressing me is romantic, and I refuse to be romantic when my choice would have been to stay home with my sister.

This seems to encourage him to action because his mouth lands hot wet kisses on my neck and shoulder and his hands skim up and down my sides, his fingers lightly tracing the lines of my curves, the sensitive flesh from my hips to my ribs. He’s being too tender, so I grab his wrist and force his palm over my left breast. The nipple immediately draws in tight and he withdraws his hand, looking from left to right. He places a hand to my right side and runs his thumb over the soft flesh and watches in fascination as the right nipple hardens with the contact. 

There’s a zinging of electricity zipping from my breasts to my belly. I’m determined to not make a sound but I can’t keep my breath as steady as I'd like. 

[aru-and-leopard-cat]

I feel like this has to be said, since it’s becoming increasingly popular to be extremely rude to ppl and trash on their interests (especially on tumblr)

You can enjoy any media you like despite what losers on tumblr tell you that you should and shouldn’t enjoy, be it music, books, or shows and movies. If you’re having fun and enjoying yourself that’s all that matters, lame ass ppl on this site will try and make u feel guilty about what you enjoy and I think that’s stupid as fuck

Listen to pop, watch that popular show, read that book that everyone claims is bad. Who cares, ppl are way too obsessed with being different and unique that they’ll try and squash your interests and enjoyment to make themselves seem interesting

Bottom line, just treat people with kindness and don’t diminish their interests, it’s such a shitty thing to do

[palatinewolfsblog]

"Being rude is easy. It does not take any effort and is a sign of weakness and insecurity. Kindness shows great self-discipline and strong self-esteem. Being kind is not always easy when dealing with rude people. Kindness is a sign of a person who has done a lot of personal work and has come to a great self-understanding and wisdom. Choose to be kind over being right, and you’ll be right every time because kindness is a sign of strength." U.N. Owen.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[egophiliac]

Please elaborate on your twst Pokémon headcannons I’m very interested

I had planned on drawing everyone for this (I made a LIST!) but it. hasn't been going well. 💀 soooo here's what I have so far!

Riddle - Roserade (I was going with 'no legendaries', otherwise I would've given him a Shaymin) (and I don't think Togedemaru is actually a hedgehog or I would've given him one of those too) (...they kind of do fit though. hmm.)

Trey - Alcremie (clover/mint cream + strawberry/ruby cream)

Cater - DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD! DITTO SQUAD!

Ace - Impidimp (I feel like there's probably a better one for him, but I can't think of it)

Deuce - Scraggy (meanwhile I KNOW deep in my heart that this is true)

Leona - Pyroar (but like. a nasty Pyroar. just a grizzly old Pyroar with the shittiest attitude imaginable. they pretend to hate each other but secretly they are a bonded pair, do not separate)

[whoisthisguyandwhyishehere]

Me when im not my therapists favourite, most memorable, funniest patient ever

[cheesy-yarn]

So, with the addition of 중력 to the qsmp, and even more KR ccs to come, I feel like it’s time to say it again; DO NOT LITERALLY TRANSLATE HIS NAME!!!

It’s okay to romanize it as ‘Jungryeok’, but please do not address him as ‘Gravity.’ I know we had this talk with 악어 (Acau) and to not call him crocodile, but I’m already seeing some people complaining about how hard his name is. It’ll take some time to get used to, but please please please call him 중력. If I had to give a guide on how to pronounce it, it would be like ‘jung-nyeok.’ It’s not one for one, but he’ll introduce himself and then you can base your pronunciation off of that.

[kacievvbbbb]

Sabo really got that serial killer rizz about him

Like look at those eyes. Those are the eyes of a man that has several things wrong with him and he's about to make each and every one of them and this rusty pipe, your problem.

Fucking two steps away from "you wanna know how i got these scars", ass look.

He goes from so adorable, bending so koala can put on his hat, to I have not a single polite gene in my body and I will destroy you mentally before I destroy you physically to Just straight beating people's asses with a pipe like a thug

I'm obsessed with him.

[aropride]

i do sort of wish there was less of a “if u dont transition right now no matter what the circumstances youre in youre a coward and wasting ur life” sentiment on here but thats none of my business

[onenicebugperday]

Leaf katydid, Dysmorpha obesa, Tettingoniidae

Photographed in Malaysia by chunxingwong

[qiu-yan]

zhancheng to me is like this:

imagine a scenario in which jiang cheng actually does know quite a lot about lan wangji's tastes: his favorite and least favorite tea flavors, snacks, food, books, music, authors and artists, and so on.....except jiang cheng specifically sought out this information during the 13 year timeskip to make lan wangji miserable.

maybe lan wangji is just publicly A Bitch to him one too many times and jiang cheng finally decides he's had enough. so, for the next few months, jiang cheng spends an inordinate amount of time gradually sussing out everything he can learn about lan wangji's tastes. what kind of tea does he like? what kind of tea does he despise? which authors does he always read? what temperature does he prefer his room to be? what new trends in music does he find completely unbearable? when he passes through a region whose cuisine he hates, which restaurants does he find slightly less intolerable?

and then, the next time there's a discussion conference at lotus pier, jiang cheng weaponizes this knowledge. actually, the next time there's a public event anywhere wherein both jiang cheng and lan wangji are in attendance, jiang cheng weaponizes the fuck out of this knowledge. he makes sure that the tea lan wangji hates the most is served to everyone. he has his disciples buy all the local snacks he knows lan wangji has a preference for, just so lan wangji can't have any. he makes sure lan wangji's room and bed are heated to the exact temperature lan wangji finds just too hot to be comfortable. whenever lan wangji's favorite obscure author releases a new work that gusu lan doesn't think is cultivation-related enough to include in their library, jiang cheng has a bunch of his disciples swoop in and buy as many copies as possible, just so that it takes lan wangji a bit longer to get his hands on a volume. jiang cheng "leaks" to a few minor sect leaders the idea that lan wangji actually does like spicy food, and said minor sect leaders actually believe that information for a full year of hosted visits and public events.

this continues for all 13 years of the timeskip. of course, jiang cheng isn't outstandingly successful in actually making lan wangji miserable, because there are limits to what jiang cheng can actually achieve and what he's actually willing to spend enough time on; realistically, all he's accomplishing is causing lan wangji some minor irritations once in a while. but it's enough for jiang cheng to know that, every time lan wangji has to pass through yunmeng, he's absolutely miserable because jiang cheng has persuaded/paid every musician in the area to play the one song lan wangji hates the most.

jin guangyao, of course, figures out what's going on immediately. but even loyalty to lan xichen isn't going to make him sacrifice potentially useful dirt by putting a stop to jiang cheng's asshole behavior himself, so instead he just decides to watch and wait. he also just finds it really funny. meanwhile, lan wangji, for all 13 of these years, never figures out what's going on. he never figures out why he can't ever find the lanling-style osmanthus cakes he hates slightly less than the rest of lanling cuisine whenever he passes through the area and runs into disciples from yunmeng jiang. when his favorite obscure author releases a new book, he gets in line at the indie bookstore in qinghe he went out of his way to visit, and just doesn't question why everyone in front of him is wearing purple.

postcanon, though....now lan wangji has one hell of a source of insider information (wei wuxian), so the turns are about to get fucking tabled.

[astrocket]

Watched the Lorax (2012) at school, hated it, and decided to take it out on the Once-ler

[boringwomanwithabook]

I think when God said "on the 7th day they wore white crop top with visible nipples and it was good" yeah that was about You

lmao that guy would have nothing good to say about me.. but you made me lol, so I humbly submit for *proof* that it is nothing to write home about

[sualne]

some later kidlu stuff (part 2 - nsfw)

[corseque]

“But the game is DA: Veilguard not DA: Solavellan” hey dipshit, was BG3 about Dame Aylin and Isobel because they have a resolved romance plot in it? Or were they somehow able to tell a story about both? Don’t be fucking stupid

[yasmeensh]

Link is forcing himself to be kind at this point