#meg reads

[yewangxi]

call me lan wanji bc i too become a child while drunk and am obsessed with wei wuxian

[starry-dragonslayer]

I am in SHAMBLES

[sscrambledmeggss]

having to write hamlet reading logs, and it’s genuinely so funny because rip to my professor who is going to have to read these. She was like, ��what quote did you like from this act and why”

and i had to write down how i used to quote the polonius death line all the time at like age 16 😭 the house is out of rice krispy treats??? O’ I have been slain! *dies*

maybe i should bring it back

[goffick]

BOOK THOUGHTS: The Ravenhood series by Kate Stewart

**This will have spoilers**

All I wanted to know was the context for the 'We like rainy days, don't we, baby?' so I could be in the know with my fellow booktok girlies T_T

I'm halfway-ish through Exodus right now and don't know what to think. It feels silly to write a whole book building up a poly relationship only to completely throw it away in book 2 for a monogamous one. (Where's Katherine Pierce when you need her?)

This is how I thought the story was going to go while reading Flock:

I thought Sean was going to die by the end of book 1 and book 2 was going to focus on Dom x Cecelia and that the 'We like rainy days, don't we, baby?' line was in reference to their mutual grief over Sean's death. Which I think would have made for a more tragic and interesting story, but maybe that's just me!

Also, I really hate 'baby' as a romantic pet name so that's been hard to get through when all three MMCs use it. Also, 'Pup'? BARF.

I don't know if I'll want to read Book 3 to be honest so if someone wants to spoil it for me, please be my guest.

[amerie-wadia]

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[palms-upturned]

Frustrates me to no end seeing people say “what’s your alternative to voting blue? Stage a revolution right now? This second? Get real, you’re posting on your computer instead of firebombing walmarts.” I don’t think that you understand what people are actually doing. I know for myself, I’ve been reading more history and theory than I ever have before. I’ve been marching. I’ve been getting involved with labor activism. I’ve been doing strategic research. I’ve tried to archive and share resources. I’ve watched other people do WAY more than I ever have or probably could. I’ve seen people occupy arms manufacturing sites and hold wildcat strikes and disrupt daily life as much as possible. We’ve all seen this happening at unprecedented levels for months now. And most of all, I’ve seen Palestinians telling us, rightfully full of anger, do not ever go back to how things were before. Do not turn away from what’s happening and your own complicity in it.

This is not something that we can vote our way out of. Our state is built on the same violence being inflicted on the people of Palestine. We helped to build Israel. We are still arming it and funding the “war” right now. Even the most half hearted measures from international bodies like the UN to take the bare minimum of a stance against genocide are quashed by the US. As they always have been, our power and resources are used to reinforce imperial and colonial hegemony. That remains the same no matter who is sitting in the Oval Office. And so does our own struggle for liberation. Meaningful change is never, ever going to come from within. We force the change to happen, as we always have.

If you can understand intersectionality, then surely you can understand this: we are not going to free ourselves by sacrificing colonized people. You may vote blue, and for you it could be a matter of life and death. Believe me, as a poor disabled person in a red state who almost killed myself over medical debt, I know the stakes. But I think you have to own the fact that you are empowering perpetrators of genocide and breaking solidarity with colonized people, not even to liberate yourself, but just to bargain with the oppressor for your life. That Palestinians and everyone else who we have harmed are going to be angry and they are more than within their rights. Instead of deflecting by just assuming that no one else is capable of putting their money where their mouth is and actually trying to lay groundwork for change, just do whatever you feel you have to do and sit with the reality of the situation.

Palestine will be free, we will be free, the whole world will someday be free. But for now, this is where we are, and we won’t free ourselves by operating like crabs in a bucket. Get organized, take care of each other, commit to solidarity. Empower yourself and each other rather than the state.

[alilfreakydeaky]

well who knew sniffing panties was gonna be this hot to me

although Frank Castle can make anything hot af

Immoral

Frank Castle x Reader

Summary: Frank has time to himself and finally gives in to an old desire

Warnings: smut (18+!), (descriptive) masturbation, swearing, panty sniffing (i’m sorry)

Author’s Note: @chellestrash and I had a conversation about this and the thought wouldn’t leave my mind for days. If you read this drabble you’re legally obligated to pretend like you don’t know me :) Also! This fic doesn’t describe any body parts :)

Word Count: 1k

Frank Castle should know better. Especially at his age, especially when it comes to this. He should know better than to go through your things, he wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore and hadn’t been for quite some time.

Yet, when given an hour alone in the apartment you two shared, he finds himself walking into the bathroom that you used just this morning to get ready for the day. He walks deeper into the room, eyes immediately locking onto the tall, white hamper that kept the dirty clothes. There’s a pair of blue panties lying on top of the pile—the same ones you wore in bed last night and took off before your shower.

Frank did know better, but if he’s honest with himself, he doesn’t really care.

He reaches for the fabric and bunches it up in his hand. Brushing his thumb back and forth over the cotton, he thinks about how they snugly fit your body and how the ruffled hem gives an sickenly sweet touch to the display. He hesitates for a moment, checking over his shoulder to ensure he’s alone before twisting them inside out and raising them to his face.

With a deep inhale, Frank breathes in your scent that still lingers in the fabric. His eyes flutter shut and he feels his cock give a faint twitch in his boxer briefs. His breath leaves his lips in a frustrated sigh as his nose scrunches up. The smell is leaving his mind already and he knows one take isn’t nearly enough to satisfy him.

Making his way to the bed, he wraps the panties around his left fist. He unfastens the button on his jeans and works the fly open next, freeing himself of the restraints as he moves forward. Once comfortable on the mattress with his back against the headboard, he slips his opposite hand underneath the waistband of the denim. He cups himself over his bulge and brings the fabric close to his nose once more.

With each inhale he feels himself growing in the black fabric of his underwear. It’s not long before his cock is straining, begging for attention while trapped between the material and his hip. One final smell of the cotton is all it takes for the raspy groan he’s been suppressing to slip past his gritted teeth. He knows the second he feels it, but as he reaches to slip himself through the slit in the boxers, he sees the damp stain in the dark fabric.

Now that his cock is finally released he wraps his large hand around himself, veins already protruding from his skin. His precum wets the tip of his cock and he spreads it with his thumb before using it to speed up his hand. He’s moving quickly, far too turned on to drag this out any longer.

Frank knows he looks like a fucking mess right now but he can’t be bothered to care. He continues to touch himself, twisting his hand and squeezing tighter just underneath his sensitive head. Each stroke has that familiar warmth burning deep in his stomach, the guilt he feels for his actions only adding fuel to the fire. Then suddenly an idea pops into his head and his brain is too clouded behind his arousal to think it through.

He unballs the panties from his fist and slips them over his cock. He moves them around a bit to try and find an area with the most room—he’s not exactly small. Once he’s covered by them, something catches his eye that makes his cock twitch on its own; there’s a tiny bow right below the waistband.

“God damn it, sweetheart,” he curses softly under his breath. He drags his big palm down his face as he feels his stomach tighten more at the innocent decoration. Without moving, he watches the blue fabric darken as he leaks more precum. Frank’s lip snarls up as he sees himself ruining your underwear and he eagerly wraps a hand around his length to keep going.

The groans and grunts fall freely from his parted lips as he pictures his fist as you. He tightens around himself periodically, mimicking the way you squeeze him when he’s buried inside of you.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit, shit, shit,” he mumbles repeatedly as he grows closer to his orgasm. His hips begin to thrust up off of the mattress, fucking his hand and the twisted panties that cover his sensitive tip. He silently curses himself, wondering how he’s already so close over a pair of goddamn underwear.

His climax comes on quicker than he expected, but he manages to drag his hand down his cock one last time before he’s falling over the edge. The fabric strains and stretches over his swollen head as he comes, his cock twitching as beads of cum gather in one section of the panties and dribble over onto the outside of the material.

Frank’s hand doesn’t stop moving until he gets jolts of overstimulation spreading through the lower half of his body. He then slows, his body beginning to shy away from the overwhelming sensation. Finally letting go, he lets his cock rest against his hip while he focuses on his breathing.

When he opens his eyes again, he’s met with nothing but a mess: beads of sweat littering his happy trail, precum still shining on his length, and cum stained panties. The only reaction he has to the sight in front of him is an exasperated sigh.

His eyes widen though when he hears keys jangling in the doorknob. A second later, your voice calls out into the apartment, “Frankie! I’m home!” He rushes to pull the blue fabric off of his softening cock and hide the evidence of his eventful afternoon.

“They sent me home early because—Oh!” you cut yourself off once you find him in the bedroom, holding your underwear, “What are you doing with those?”

Frank struggles to rack his post-orgasmic brain for an answer before lifting them lightly, finally settling with an unsure, “L…Laundry.”

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

Apollo being REAL

Apollo is forever the REALEST of these lines

[wigglybunfish]

Been rereading Little Women recently... or technically, properly reading it for the first time. The last time I touched this book was when I was ten, and the book I touched was a shortened chinese edition (or was it just the first half? anyway) Here are the sisters in 21 century post covid and I think Beth would've loved the groundbreaking invention that is the Hoodie

[wellwatersurprise]

what if you 🫵🫵🫵were lowkey 👀👀👀 a megstiel enjoyer 🤔🤔🤔 but castiel was never ❌❌❌allowed to be happy 😭😭😭

[yewangxi]

erha reading update: i’m a little past chapter 200 now and nangong si and ye wangxi are really coming for my heart

did not expect those two to be a favorite ship but here we are

[cosmicrhetoric]

[electricalcheese]

The worst scene in The Tyrant's Tomb EVER!!!!!!11!1!

[nigh-invulnerable]

Dick Grayson telling the Titans basically “Of course I have contingency plans for each of you. But it’s not like I’m Batman! I’m being upfront with you about the fact that they exist! 😄”

Anyway, I love him.

[the-primordial-archivist]

This son of a bitch doesn't know how lucky they are😭

Also Apollo not knowing how to spell his own name I can't-

ALSO ALSO can we talk about how Apollo is probably visiting Waystation at this point and is back in his godly form but chooses to sign the autograph with his human name he hasn't forgotten

[exdivine]

the way hayden (eth*l cain) name searches herself on tumblr, finds radfem/gendercrit posts, reblogs them with something stupid, and then deletes everything… like that is INSANE behavior for a popular musician to be doing on multiple occasions