#made a whole carrd for it

[yeonruwu]

💿🪴 はでな : and i know it's just a phase, you're not inlove with me

[keeps-ache]

spillage.

[ + other things :D ]

[holohawk]

✦ day 5 of @lavendergalactic﹕a character from a media you think is underrated

✦ TempusDND Party (Catxel, CurioBOT & Altor + Noir Vesper) ✦

[Credit me here (@ holohawk) or @houseofchange if you use my edits]

Credits: Borders 1 - 1.5 - 2 - 2.5 - 3 | Sparkles | Lace | Art creds 1 ✧ - ✧ | Art creds 2 ✧ - ✧ | Gif ✧

✦ Requests are open ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[thetisming]

im actually really worried that im not that interested in &j anymore like ivd been having a hard time writing about it and talking about it online and i mean i talk about it a lot irl but idk like people have been knowing more than me and im starting to feel so incredibly inferior that it's hard for me to enjoy it

[bunsandstuff]

He’s pretty (scary)

[supurman]

HI

[lvebug]

wahoo new blog design! i feel like a whole new man!

[sphericalbee]

got too bored and made a carrd lol

https://hikarrd.carrd.co/

i used desktop so it might be unreadable on a phone idk???

[curryaboo]

a problem most trivial but i miss the days where i would have a new tumblr theme every other week & it’d allow me to get so creative with colour schemes & silly little pngs !!! i need to start doing that again

[accursedsword]

| screaming crying etc listening to trox's lor lines, especially to his darkin brethren and. the bitterness he feels for them, the sadness at seeing their weapons, his captains and allies. he obviously cares for their wellbeing and - more importantly - freeing them of their shared curse. AND the line where he is Panicking at his defeat is a highlight because he knows and we know what happens when he loses.

[likcthestar]

god. I should really make a verses page, huh

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Lmao uhhhh anyone here wanna go thru my Carrd and see if all my links are still working 💀

[bealzebubs-blog]

I just spent like 5 hours trying to make a carrd thing for commissions and idk I just don't understand how the site works like if it works on mobile it doesn't work on pc and vice versa. I have no clue what to put on a tos or like a commission form I know what I will and won't draw. I just can't get this site to work. I need help with this... Maybe I'm too autistic for this site. Like the instructions make no sense. I just want to do commissions. Can someone help me or something??? 'cause I'm really struggling with this.

[yourcomputerr]

yippeeee my pictochat webpage is workinggggg all i need to do is find a way to put the middle part of the ds over the scrolly part

(here's the link if you're on a desktop btw)

[doeythedoughman]

i love ocs! I love making things embracing this stuff! i love having fun and enjoying life! aaa!

[tommydarlings]

fucktoy | f1 grid

pairing: dom!carlos sainz ; dom!daniel ricciardo ; dom!mick schumacher ; dom!charles leclerc x sub!bimbo!reader

warnings: smut, spitting, hair pulling, dacryphilia, blowjob, mention of gagging, size kink, dumbification

w/c: 0.7k

summary: the f1 grid loves to simply use you as their fucktoy or as a stress relief and nothing else.

check this out: my masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3 // my PayPal to support me! <3 // my Patreon to become a member! (get access to +60 works) // Save a Life carrd made by me! <3

thinking about how the f1 grid would simply use you as a stress relief, as a simple fucktoy they can use whenever and wherever they want.

Carlos — for an example — coincidentally saw you walking around in the paddock after a bad qualifying and immediately snatched you by your tiny wrist and dragged you towards the nearest bathroom, throwing your smaller frame into one of the stalls before he lifted your skirt and pushed your thong to the side, quickly freeing himself and ramming his entire length into you without any warning, forcing a high pitched gasp out of you.

“Oh my g-god, Carlos!” You loudly whined before he covered your mouth with his big palm, other hand pushing your hips a bit forward so he could probably bend your body however he pleased, making your ass perfectly stick out for him to fuck.

He groaned behind you as you felt his hand squeezing your hip, abdomen already slapping against your back while you choked on your sobs behind his hand.

“Oh f-fuck,” he dropped his forehead against the back of your head as the pace of his hips went up, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head, “fuck that stupid race this weekend, I’ll just tell Ferrari I’m sick and fuck you the whole Sunday until you're so cockdumb that you don’t even want to leave my hotel room anymore, zorra,” slut.

Or how Daniel would immediately look for you after a good qualifying, asking everybody if they had seen you.

“Where’s she?” He hastily asked Pierre who just pointed towards the Mercedes garage. Without even thanking Pierre, Daniel entered the garage and intertwined your hand with his as soon as he saw you, quickly dragging your towards the Mercedes hospitality since that was the closest room.

Only a couple of minutes later you were already bend over one of the small beds, skirt lifted up so your ass was on full display while Daniel's finger played with your wet pussy from behind.

“D-Daniel, please!” You begged in a whiny tone, making him chuckle, “Please what, little one? You have to tell me what you want or I can’t give it to you,” he kissed your shoulder blade before he focused his eyes on his two fingers and how they were rubbing your clit before he shoved them slowly into you, making your head fall forward.

“Oh no, no, no baby,” he laughed deeply, “you stay here while I play with you,” he harshly grabbed the roots of your hair and pulled your head back up, making you groan as he continued fingering your wet cunt.

Or how mick would not hesitate to harshly knock on your hotel room after a bad race.

“Y/n, open the door for me, please,” he would ask you, making you open the door before he would literally pick your barely covered body — since you were only in pyjamas — up and throw you onto the couch, not even bothering to go to the bedroom.

Without a second thought, he’d have your shorts and panties already removed, briefly gliding his hard and long dick up and down your pussy before he spit on it, rubbing his spit with his fingers all over your needy cunt.

He’d definitely make you watch as he entered you, placing his big hand onto the back of your head and force you to watch him enter your pretty pussy.

“You feel me inside of you, pretty girl? Hmm? You feel me stretching that poor little cunt of yours out and using it?” He’d ask you while you just dumbly nodded, “don’t play so dumb alr-” but quickly stopping his own sentence while the fingertips of his other hand rubbed your puffy clit,

“Oh you really are already dumb, baby?! But that’s okay, you’re my pretty little dumb girl, hmm? Yeah, that’s right, my dumb princess.”

Or how Charles would without a word drag you towards his drivers room after he won a race, loudly slamming the door shut before he’d remove his racing suit and pull his long erection out,

“On your knees, right now.”

And while you’re busy sucking his cock, he’d be so cocky, “Don’t you wanna pleasure the winner of the day, huh? Don’t you wanna be a good little obedient girl and satisfy the man of the race?” He’d place his hand onto the back of your head and force you to gag on his cock, making tears stain your cheeks.

“Just like that, can we go even further? Even further? Fuck yes we can, baby, you’re doing so good for the winner,” he’d praise you while he wiped some of your tears away, other hand fisting your hair and guiding your head.