#marshall's thoughts

[gayvampcentral]

unchecking hundreds of "legitimate interest" cookies a day literally none of your interests are legitimate you are a company and I am an animal

[myst3ry-wh1te-b0y]

Back in A&E again, whoop de doo, I'm in AEC at the moment actually, I just got a quite frankly delicious chocolate cookie and a latte from Costa so it's better than last time I guess.

[cwispihae]

[dragonfollies]

How the last few episodes of Fionna and Cake have been

(No text version under cut)

[the-trans-advice-blog]

If you are a person who hates men because they are men not only are you inherently alienating anyone queer person who identifies as a man but you are failing to hold the actual horrible men accountable for their actions.

Being a creep, a predator, a pervert, etc. is not inherent to being a man and thinking/saying that removes any sense of responsibility from the actual disgusting men who exist.

Call out the individuals so they can face the consequences of their actions, don’t just shrug it off as “well that’s how men are because they’re all terrible”. “

All men are evil” is just a round about way of saying “boys will be boys” and although both statements have different intentions they remove all accountability from those who deserve it.

And do not ever expect any trans man to change themself because you associate masculinity and manliness with being a predator. Love your trans brothers and embrace them as men or you don’t have the right to call yourself queer.

[1000sunnygo]

An old observation from a japanese youtuber that I've been withholding for this episode's release,

The difference between Law getting bloodied up until now and his loss against Teach is that this time, Law is completely silenced.

Law's cheeky pride is usually full on display when he's down and on the brink of death. Because everything would still be under his control - his plans in motion and his important people away and safe. But this time, Law had no comeback to Teach's taunts. His comfort place and comfort people were taken out in his presence.

It's his first physical and psychological defeat.

[yoursrosie]

I love how we've never seen Fox's face or what his life is like behind the scenes and yet

we've all agreed that Fox runs on caffeine or energy drinks, looks so fucking dead inside, and that he thinks of committing treason by either killing the chancellor or killing a senator

or both

or everyone

[flovoid]

[burntthebacon]

I love this team soooo much bc look how ju couldn't be introverted for too long 🥹🥹🫶🏾🫶🏾

[lolbit-the-clown]

Part 2: my dad guesses ace attorney character names

[gayvampcentral]

Hi I'm working on a paper for a class and even though it won't be published we were told to do an acknowledgements section if we have anything we want to thank people for so I'm doing that right now. And I always copy and paste people's names if possible because I'm scared of misspelling them even if it's super common names so anyway. I THOUGHT I had pressed ctrl c on the tab were I had highlighted the name I wanted to copy but it turns out I actually hadn't so what pasted into my document instead was. a picture of a gharial. Because I sent it to friends I was in call with literal hours ago while I was talking about crocodilians and I guess. It was still in my temp storage. But I had forgotten about it entirely until it appeared on my screen.

[myst3ry-wh1te-b0y]

I never see anyone talk about Sonic Youth.

I love Sonic Youth.

We should talk about Sonic Youth more.

[moonwalkingprincess]

"Those girls should be jealous of you"(smut)

A/N: This is my first real smut so please stay with me.

Summary: You're jealous of fans being all over him, so he proves to you that you're his.

Pairing: Marshall Mathers (EMINEM) X reader

Warnings: Sexual Content 18+!

Words: 1235

Marshall brushed off his sweaty face as he stepped into his dressing room after finishing a concert. A frown flashed his face once he saw you, sitting on the sofa, crying and looking mad. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked.

“Don’t baby me. You know exactly what’s wrong,” you snap, rising from the couch with your arms crossed tight over your chest.

He blinks, genuinely confused, brows furrowing. “Nooo, what…?” he drags out, hesitant.

You roll your eyes and grab your phone. No words — just action. You pull up the clip, your fingers tapping fast from anger and muscle memory. Then you shove the screen toward him. The video plays: young girls screaming, reaching, practically climbing over one another just to touch him. Shirtless. Sweaty. Smirking as they clawed at his abs — your abs.

He watches it, face slowly falling, guilt flickering behind his eyes. When it ends, he looks at you, soft and apologetic.

“Baby, I…”

“Why do you let them do it?” you cut in, voice sharp but shaky.

He sighs. “It’s an act. You know I’ll lose PR if I act like—”

“Act like what?” Your voice cracks as your eyes lock with his. “A loyal boyfriend?”

He smirks — an infuriating, cocky little curve of his lips that only makes your blood boil hotter. You’re yelling at him and he smirks?

“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement.

Your jaw tightens, a retort ready on your tongue—until your heart betrays you. The heat crawling up your neck gives you away. You look down, cheeks flushed, lips twitching despite yourself. Damn it. Even in the middle of an argument, you couldn’t resist him. Not when he looked at you like that. Not when he said things like that. 

“Baby…” he murmurs, stepping closer . He gently reaches for your hands, wrapping his around yours. “You don’t need to worry,” he says, “I’m just doing that so they’ll buy my CDs. That’s it. Nothing else.”

His thumbs brush over your knuckles as he speaks, like he’s trying to remind you of the softness he saves just for you — the part of him the crowd never gets to see.

“I’m sorry…” you whisper, eyes dropping to the floor. “I’m just so jealous.”

He squeezes your hands gently, giving you the smallest smile — not mocking this time, but warm. Understanding.

“I get it,” he says softly. “Honestly? You’re handling it way better than I would.”

That makes you glance up, just barely. His thumb brushes your cheek, tilting your face toward his. “If it were you on stage, half-naked, with guys all over you?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I’d be in jail.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips, even as you blush. The tension lingers, but it’s softer now — a slow-burn vulnerability instead of fire. He lifts his head, leaning in until his forehead rests gently against yours. The space between you disappears — not even a breath could slip through.

“It’s ironic that you’re jealous,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours, voice soft and sincere. “Because those girls should be jealous of you.”

In one swift, confident motion, his hands slide down, gripping the backs of your thighs—then lower. You gasp softly as he lifts you up effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He doesn’t break eye contact, not for a second.

He walks the short distance to the couch and gently lowers you down onto it, settling between your legs as your breath hitches.

“They don’t get me like this,” he murmurs, voice low and husky. “Only you do.” He puts his lips against yours, pulling you in for a kiss. Then he trails down slowly, giving you kisses down your jaw, to the sensitive spot beneath your ear, making your breath hitch. One hand stays firm on your waist, the other slowly gliding down your side until it reaches your zipper.

You feel him pause there, his breath warm against your neck.

“You sure?” he whispers, voice low and sincere, all you do is nodding. He nods at your response and you feel his hands opening up your denim shorts, them being pulled off your legs. He leaves wet kisses on your thighs, and puts his thumb against the front panel of your panties. You let out a moan as his fingers moved in slow making deliberate circles on the fabric that grew wetter by the minute he touched you. 

“Marshall..” you whimper, closing your eyes.

You let out a groan as you felt his fingers being pulled away, you opened your eyes again and saw him going over to the dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He coats his fingers first, ensuring they're slick. He goes back to you and then pulls your panties off and lets his fingers find your walls. He makes small circles, first, making sure you get all wet first. You whimper at the feeling of his fingers inside of your walls. 

He smirks at the noises you make and decides to thrust in and out of your wet pussy. His touch makes you squeal beneath him. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so well…” He says as he pushes deeper, you gasp at the way you can feel all the juice coming out when he does that. His fingers move with a force that makes your entire body tremble. He pulls your top up, and you shiver as you feel his lips on your bare stomach. He leaves a trail of soft kisses, teasing you as he moves slowly up. When he reaches your breasts, he takes your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it. 

You let out moans at the feeling of his touch, meanwhile he’s licking your nipples he lets 3 fingers rubbing up and down at your clit, and then makes circles. You put your hands around his necks, pulling him inside for kisses. Now he’s just thrusting, causing you to break the kiss to moan, hearing the sound of his hands meeting your thigh. 

"Oh my good Marshall” You squeal and your back arches as his fingers move deeper inside you, the sensation pulling a gasp from your lips. 

"I can feel you trembling... Does that feel good, baby?"

All you can do is nod, your mind was focusing on his fingers inside of you, thrusting in and out. The sound of his hands meeting your thigh echoing through the room. He grabs your thighs with his other hands and pulls them wider apart, just to take a closer look and plays with your clit. Rubbing it up and down. Loving hearing you repeatedly moaning at his touch. You felt your body tensed, every muscle tightening. He grabbed your forehead to hold your body still.

“Marshall…” you moan and let out screams at the following thrusts. 

He locked his gaze with yours, his hands gentle as they held you, feeling the tension build in your body. You gasped softly, the pleasure surging through you as everything inside of you seemed to tighten and release at once. As you shuddered, he slowly withdrew his fingers, his eyes following the trail of sensations as your body responded like a river. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, and he smiled softly. 'I’ve got you,' he murmured, his voice low and steady, before he pressed his lips to yours. 

[kacievvbbbb]

Seven Warlords of the Sea

*edit: because I like an idiot forgot Akainu didn't actually want the warlord program destroyed 😭

the real reason that Akainu *should have* voted for the destruction of the Warlord program is, besides them being filthy pirates, they were also just fucking embarrassing.

Like pathetically, how did we let this happen, embarrassing In the amount of time we have known them, between the 12 total Shichibukai;

4 of them got their asses beat by the same dude (1 of them before he even became a warlord)

2 of them went on to openly work for/ with said dude

1 of them literally fell in love with and actively sabotages efforts to apprehend this same dude

At two separate points they have actively tried to recruit (and succeeded once) the sons of two of their biggest ops.

Not to mention how 1 of them also got their ass beat by said dude's brother and then they would lose 3 more on the same day over the war for the life of said brother who was the same son they tried to recruit

2 of the Warlords would then go on to harbor/ mentor a member of this dude's crew and the dude himself! Arguably when he was the most wanted criminal alive. While the member that should have been the most robotically compliant protected the dude's pirate ship with his life.

They got played four different times on a world stage by 4 different members and 3 of said times all involved THIS SAME DUDE!

2 of the times involving the take over of a country that was then foiled by said dude while the marines did nothing.

They've had to imprison 2 of them and brainwash a 3rd

They've had to shop for replacements 7 whole times just in the span of 3 years

At no point have all seven members attended a meeting. Hell Hancock has attended not a one.

During the months before their disbandment there weren't even 7 of them! there were only 5

They are pretty sure 1 of them is fucking an emperor, 1 of them was working for an emperor, 1 of them might be (it is unconfirmed) the illegitimate son of a now dead emperor and another is protected by The actual fucking Dark King.

They literally had to fire Moria for being a fucking embarrassment

And one of them is a fucking clown

that would go on to recruit 2 other former warlords to create a guild that encourages the hunting of marines for sport and rise to the ranks of emperor.

Of course Akainu hates their fucking guts. They are quite literally the stupidest group of people he has ever had to work with in his life and they seem to bring out new levels of previously unreached stupidity in the marines! Just a cesspool of failure and incompetency trying to call itself a program.

95% of the reason Sengoku retired was to get away from these fucking idiots. He was drowing in the sea of paperwork Mihawk alone was causing not to mention the rest of their dumbasses and Akainu isn't about that life.

And that brings me to reason number 184 of why Akainu *should have* voted yes on disbanding the warlords

dealing with the fucking paper work storm and international incident that hit Sengoku's desk everytime Mihawk decided that needing to be fucked outweighed being subjected to an idiot. Nah Akainu needed them gone like yesterday.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

@codywanweek Day Seven: Modern AU: Rural type jobs (farmer/cowboy/homesteader)

This is from an AU that's been floating around my thoughts that originally started with an idea for a Codywan meet-cute where Obi-Wan owns a bookshop and Cody is one of the Valentine's Bandits that operates in Portland, Maine-- they meet when Obi-Wan stays late at his bookshop the night before Valentine's Day, and catches Cody in the act of putting up a heart on Obi-Wan's storefront :)

The Fetts are a family of (mostly) lobstermen in this AU, so I thought it'd be cute to draw for today's prompt 🦞 (Cody is also a carpenter! I've encountered it a few times and I liked it so much I decided to incorporate it into my own modern AU :) )

reblogs are highly appreciated, and please do not repost my art

[kristalijah]

HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!! I REPEAT, HE'S CHECKING OUT GARY!!!!