#muckiest

[uwabbittuwabbit]

the fact that im now starting to care about motogp....

[littleplasticrat]

Pin-up schedule

This is who I will be painting each month for the beginning of 2024. This also serves as a chart of who is the Baddest and Muckiest Man of each month

Also on the list for later: Abdirak, Haarlep, Zevlor, Halsin

[sanjisprincesss]

Me after writing the dirtiest, filthiest, smuttiest, grimiest, muckiest smut my brain has ever fathom:



[track2hack]

18.08.2024

If you ever think horses can’t get stupider, just know that Molly rolled in the biggest and muckiest puddle she could find, WITH HER DRY AND SNUGGLY RUG ON, and had to get dried off with a towel so we could put another one on her because she was completely saturated head to toe and shivering so violently her legs coulda fallen off 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

At least SOMEONE’s enjoying this weather 🤷‍♀️😂

[strangelittlestories]

A while after the break-up, Ari became convinced (wrongly) that their friends, family and therapist were bored of trudging with them through the mud of grief and regret and longing. They tried simply not talking about it for a while, but found the words and feelings still brewing beneath the surface like coffee gone bitter in the pot.

So they did what they often did and overengineered a solution.

The ship’s engineering crew had, on a recent away mission, picked up a few new personality modules for the Ship’s Adaptive Reality Assistant (SARA). They had been acquired on a trading station on the galactic rim, hidden in the nebula of a slow-forming star; a haven for wanderers and rogues to spread contraband.

Ari selected a module that bore a passing resemblance to their ex and began making modifications. They tweaked its appearance, adjusted its vocal range, and fed its nascent personality matrix on an archive of old messages, letters, voice memos from their ex. For good measure, they threw in the transcripts of all their imagined arguments and reconciliations too.

The result was very messy indeed (which Ari perhaps should have expected, but was nonetheless still entirely surprised by).

Quite literally messy, too, as Ari selected a charming nature walk as the location of their first simulated encounter. The pair of them ended up wrestling in a bog.

The second simulation didn’t go much better - a shouting match on a bridge that ended with Ari falling and getting stuck in a virtual silt bank.

And so it continued. Every attempt at closure ending - in increasingly unlikely series of events -  with a tumble into synthetic filth.

Eventually, frustrated and covered in sticky hard light masquerading as mud, Ari asked the simulacrum outright:

“Why does it go this way? Why aren’t I better at this by now? Who programmed an inexplicable marsh behind this coffee shop simulation?”

“It goes this way because I am teaching you a lesson. I think you’ve learned it enough times now.”

“What?”

“Allow me to explain.”

It turned out, the personality module was actually a digital lifeform, who propagated their species by trading newly cracked shards of themselves as bootleg SARA software. Encoded within them, equal parts desire to help and teach, to voraciously learn, and to troll viciously.

Ari and the entity ended up becoming friends. They still correspond with each other. Occasionally, they go for long walks through simulated nature.

Here is the lesson Ari learned from this.

It is tempting, when you keep revisiting old hurts, to give up and say: I should just grieve well enough alone.

But that’s not how grief works. It’s a messy, muddy track that sucks you down into the muck. You need to keep slogging through it, again and again, until suddenly you find it is transformed into new and arable earth - ready to nurture new seeds.

And it is far harder to wade through that bog alone.

It’s like they say: people who need people are the muckiest ones of all.

[uraniumwizard]

This post goes out to my gunkiest funkiest yuckiest muckiest follower who is always there for me (likes my reblogs)

[gungemad]

The muckiest of mucks for failing to complete the buzz wire

[bubususa]

The wheat feilds of love pt 2

As days turned into weeks, Y/n discovered Bubususa's softer side. Beneath the gruff exterior lay a heart as big as scrumdiddlyumptious itself. Bubususa wrote love letters—yes, love letters!—on leaves and floated them downstream, hoping they'd reach Y/n.

"Dear Y/n," one letter read, "Your smile is like a sunrise over the muckiest pond. Also, I promise not to drop any more kids down the drain, if you promise not to judge my cheese breath."

Y/n blushed, touched by Bubususa's sincerity. They replied with their own leaf-letter: "Dear Bubususa, your layers are like an onion—peel one, and there's always more to discover. Also, I've grown fond of your cheese breath."

One stormy night, as rain pelted the swamp, Y/n found Bubususa sitting on a lily pad, looking forlorn. His field was flooded, and he feared losing his home.

"Hey, Bubususa," Y/n said, wading through the water. "Need a hand?"

Bubususa hesitated, then nodded. Together, they built a makeshift dam, laughing and splashing in the mud. When the work was done, Bubususa leaned in, his cheesy lips brushing against Y/n's.

It was a swampy kiss—one filled with mud, rain, and the promise of something magical. And in that moment, Y/n realized that love didn't always come in castle towers; sometimes, it arrived in the form of a grumpy presidents with a heart of gold.

And so, dear reader, whether it was the onions or the moonlight, Y/n and Bubususa love blossomed in the unlikeliest of places—the the feild. They danced under the stars, sang off-key ballads, and lived happily ever after, surrounded by wheat and love.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

am i allowed to gush about you? because i wanna gush about you. your fics make me fucking./ goop. GOO. slime. the ickiest muckiest puddle of heart sludge and love stuff and whipped adoration for what they have and how you show it. it's so natural and feels so real, i get pulled into your writing immediately and get whiplash when it's over. it's like driving through a storm and right back out except the storm is like pink with sparkles and sunshine and happiness and true love all around. a tornado of everything the boys deserve and more. so thank you for sharing your lovely work with us <3

omg yes you're allowed to gush about me skgkjnkj

anon you've turned ME into goo with this ahhhhhhh!!! i absolutely adore the storm you've described bc that is my goal as a fic writer - to make you feel soft and happy!! and i am so honored that you would tell me this, it really means so much to me 🤍🤍 thank you thank you thank you!!

i’m inviting people to give shout-outs to their favourite fic writers, send me an ask (anon or not)!

[poppyseedgirly]

on a hazy thursday

last night i dreamt of you again and i was moving my belongings back into an apartment with you and it all felt wrong and i said what are we doing this is not right, because nothing will ever be the same again and i’m still coping with that and trying to understand what these dreams are asking me to answer

and if i was even proposed that idea, if that was even an option in this reality, would i even want that? and i know the answer, but it still shakes me of what once was, and something can be so lost

i think i was beginning to feel a shift, but i was so delusional, devoted, under a spell as my best friend said

i think in my core i would have stayed with you even through the muckiest of muck

which also very much scares me, and i think is one of the core lessons i am uncovering

i lost myself more than i ever realized

were we ever on the same page? i think so yes at times

my mom says everyone deals with things in their own ways and she wishes she could take this pain away from me

but i tell her no, the only one who can get me through this is myself

maybe that’s not entirely true though, i’m reminding myself it’s okay to ask for help, to lean on others. something that was so guilt driven into me for many years

i pick at my leg hairs with tweezers when i am on the phone because it’s at least a productive kind of picking

i got a new bra today and it fits okay but the cups still gap a little bit and that’s just how it goes

i’m still learning to love my body, love my self, feel beautiful again

i close my eyes in the shower (will an everything shower help me?) and open them in the mirror and when i brush my teeth i always think you have sad eyes to my reflection and we are working on that

i trim my bangs and don’t mind if they are a little crooked

my nails are long and healthy, (a happy habit i broke, i used to pick at my nails all the time) but need a trim and new polish too

i hold my grandmothers hand to help her balance and i think some days i’m finding mine too

she reminds me she didn’t start driving till she was fifty, and i was called old today yet everyone also says i don’t look my age and being in your twenties is confusing and lonely

lonely is a strange word though, i’m not sure if i’ve felt it yet, yearning, wanting, ?

all of my t shirts hold some kind of heavy memory and i wish i could just get rid of them all and start new, i suppose i can, but i always get rid of t shirts and then i never have them when i want, i feel too small in just a t shirt though so i don’t wear them anyways

but i really wish i could just go topless, finish my evening in my underwear, but this is not my home and maybe nothing ever has been, i’ve never owned anything truly

but nothing can be owned anyways

i find comfort in a universal feeling

i find comfort in an understanding

i find myself doubtful of love these days but i also know it’s the one thing i believe in

love comes in many forms and types

i wonder about unconditional love

love with my best friend, relatives, my cat, myself, the world

i wonder about

but i don’t wonder too far, i will not chase, i will let things come, let things be

i will never beg for love again i hum in my head

i think how you ended things confuses me the most, but, i’m working on being okay with that

i’m told to be angry, and i should be angry

but i am a slow burning kettle, a drinkable temperature

i’m not sure where i’m going with this

i keep a ring on my pointer finger now

it’s a bit loose so it always falls off, rolls across the floor, into the laundry bin, but so far i have always found it

i keep putting it back on until i lose it, if it’s lost so be it, im learning it’s okay to let go, enjoy it while it lasts

it’s the same ring i lost when packing my belongings up from the apartment

i found it again in a duffel bag when unpacking clothes

it has to mean something

i have always been very good at finding things so maybe i don’t have much to worry about

[irickfashions]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Toddler Boy Rubber Rain Boots with Easy-On Handles, Size 9 Camou Print Boots.

[louie-mcgee]

We may find ourselves in the stickiest sand, the rockiest road, or the muckiest mud but at least we can...

nah, I was actually thinking about how nice it is to not be a plant. A plant would totally be dead then.

I will see you soon.

[mainepdf]

im sorry yall there's no way yall can get me to like summer

[minty-malfoy]

“would you still love me if I turned into a worm?” | blurbs

🌱 pairings: reader x blaise zabini, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom (sorted in alphabetical order)

🌱 warning tags: language, probably

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Blaise Zabini

“A what, now?” your boyfriend asks, halting the movements of his quill to look up at you; brows furrowed as if it’s the most absurd thing he has ever heard in his entire life.

“You know, those wiggly things that—”

“I know what worms are, (y/n). But what the hell?”

“Dunno,” you shrug. “I’m bored.”

“So you thought about what it’d be like to turn into a worm?” his eyes narrow out of pure bewilderment, blinking once, twice, as he finally turns back to his unfinished essay. “Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

“Not my fault you’re taking so long with that assignment,” you grumble as you begin to shift on the puffy couch, feeling somewhat annoyed by how cold and empty it is without the other boy in it. “And besides, you love me.”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips. “Can’t say that I don’t.”

“Even as a worm?”

“Will you stop asking if I said yes?”

You nod happily, giving him the answer he needs— or well, wants, really. Even though Blaise couldn’t quite understand the pointless question, he knows it’s significant to an extent.

“Yeah, alright. I would. Now give me five minutes and we can get out of here. Deal?”

A glint of satisfaction flashes through your eyes as you give him a hum in return, thinking to yourself that maybe the silly questions could be more useful than you thought.

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Cedric Diggory

The moment the words leave your mouth, Cedric's first reaction is to laugh. He didn't mean for it to come out in a condescending way. He hadn't even meant to laugh, to begin with. But judging by the way you pout with both arms crossed, that might just have been how it came accross.

"I'm sorry," he offers sheepishly. "you were saying?"

"You heard me. I said what I've said," you grumble, despite not being genuinely upset at the hufflepuff boy you've grown to love.

"Wait, I need to get this straight," he takes another breath of air. "You're serious?"

"What do you think?" you pout once again, turning away slightly from your boyfriend. This only seems to ignite his amusement as much as it does his guilt. A second or two later, his arm finds its way around your shoulder, the other brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.

"You really haven't figured it out yet?" he asks with a genuine grin on his face. You begin to eye him curiously, appreciating the charm of his pearly white teeth as you wait for the boy to go on. Soon, he pulls you into his lap where his arms craddle you lovingly.

"Sunshine," he begins. "I'm surprised you still have to ask. But if that's one way of putting my love for you, then yes. You'd be my favorite worm in the entire world."

"Promise?" you present your pinkie finger as a final means to seal the deal.

With one last chuckle, he wraps his fingers around yours. "Promise."

Everything that happens next is a flurry of innocent pecks and kisses planted along your skin, coupled with the security of two warm arms holding you in place.

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Draco Malfoy

"And what exactly do you expect me to say to that?" comes his first response after a long moment of trying to figure out just how in Merlin's name your mind came up with that question.

You, on the other hand, can't help but giggle at the slytherin boy's confusion. "Whatever's on your mind right now will do."

"Well, to be honest with you, I can't quite stomach the idea of my own girlfriend turning into a bloody worm." he nearly spits the words out, softening his edge only when your eyes meet once again. "If you were expecting a different answer, I suggest moving on to the next bloke."

Draco wasn't lying about that first bit. Worms have always been an insignificant, unseen creature in his world; wiggling in the muckiest of places where they could easily be stepped on. Hence, he doesn't like to imagine you—someone so perfectly ethereal and quintessential in every single way; the only source of light shining into his pathetic excuse of a life—to be compared to a dirty worm, of all things.

"That doesn't mean I don't love you, though," he adds in a bit of a guilty tone; voice much, much softer this time. He brings your hand to his lips, dropping a few kisses on its skin. "I just much prefer having you as you already are."

You snuggle deeper into him, indicating that you already know exactly what he means.

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Fred Weasley

“A worm!” Fred exclaims, nearly forgetting the food on his plate altogether. "What a brilliant idea!"

A few seats away, you can already see Ginny clamping her mouth shut as to not burst into fireworks of laughter. You mirror her gesture, eyes now on Fred once again, watching him announce this idea of yours to your entire group of friends.

Ron, who's not that thrilled to see his brother's public displays of affection, lets out a groan. "Wouldn't have asked him that if I were you."

"You think so?" comes your reply. "He seems to be having a lot of fun with this." you both glance at Fred, who is indeed already coming up with some sort of thrilling plot.

"Did you hear that, George?"

"Sure did, Fred."

"I reckon we could come up with a potion for that," he muses, turning back to look at you. "Give me a week or two and we can start living out that worm dream of yours, love."

"Wait, Freddie, you're getting it all wrong," you begin explaining, tugging on the boy's sleeve slightly to keep his attention on you, "It was just a silly little question. I don't actually plan on turning into a worm or anything like that."

At this point, you half expect his enthusiasm to die down from the grounding effect of your words. In reality, it doesn't.

"S'that so?" he replies, earning a nod from you. "Looks like you're missing the bigger picture to me, (y/n). Isn't that right, George?"

"Right you are, Fred." the said boy affirms. "Sorry, (y/n). I'm with him on this one."

With a sigh, you turn back to Ron, who's busily stuffing his mouth with a look on his face that says I told you so. You shake your head with a small smile at your boyfriend's shenanigans. You're not sure how you can both dread and anticipate the day of his worm adventures.

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George Weasley

"That's a new one," he asserts with an amused laugh. The boy rests his head against one of his palms, feeling instantly intrigued by your proposition. "Now tell me more about this worm business of yours."

"That's about it, actually." you admit sadly.

George frowns at this, wishing he could hear more worm stories and whatnot. Mostly he's just happy to see the way you talk about things passionately. Makes him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside in a way he can't ever get enough of.

"That's quite alright. I'll do the talking, then." he offers, rubbing his chin to think of what to say next. You light up in your seat, eyes wide in anticipation. Now it's your turn to eagerly wait for his response once again.

"I've got an idea. We could run off and start a new life— as worms!" he beams all of a sudden. You raise a brow for him to go on, not exactly complaining about your boyfriend's excitement towards the topic. "I'm only turning into a worm to make sure I can properly take care of you, of course. Wouldn't want to—er—squash you between my big human fingers, now do we?"

You both erupt into a chorus of laughter at the conjectured image, melting into one another like two fitting puzzle pieces. When you finally catch your breath again, you pose the main question once more, "So I'm concluding you're still going to love me, then?"

"Love you?" he repeats. "Oh darling, I'll be marrying you in a grand worm wedding!"

You can't hold back the gasp that escapes your lips, more than thrilled to have the first mention of marriage between you. Not too long after, you transform into a complete fit of giggles when George continues. "Then we'll happily live our worm lives, 'till death do us apart. Or when, you know, some bloke accidentally steps on us. Whichever comes first."

You lean into him lovingly to steady yourself after all the laughing. Taking a deep breath in, you mumble a soft, "You always know how to make me laugh, Georgie."

And the truth is, he wouldn't have it any other way. Worms or not.

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Hermione Granger

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand the point of this question."

"Which part, exactly?" you inquire, watching your girlfriend pull out another book from the wooden library shelves.

A few seconds pass before you get your answer. "You're not a worm," she states simply, eyeing you up and down as if to prove her point.

"Yes, thank you for pointing that out, 'Mione," you follow her to the next section. "Which is why I said if I turned into a worm."

The girl looks at you again, analyzing your words and expression briefly before coming to another conclusion. "I still don't understand." she pauses to think. "Unless you might be interested in becoming an Animagus? Even then, opting for a worm wouldn't be very... effective."

You roll your eyes, speeding up to block the girl's way. She lets out a non-committal "Hey!", only for you to quickly muffle it with a warm kiss. A moment or two later, you pull away with a smirk that makes her heart melt. "Just answer the question, would you?"

Still slightly caught off guard from the contact, Hermione finally caves in. "Alright, you cheeky flirt. I love you. Even as a notional worm."

Satisfied with her answer, you plant another peck— this time on her cheek, before announcing a gentle "I love you, too."

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Harry Potter

The way his lips purse into a straight line tells you that Harry doesn't exactly understand the question. Not really, at first. Aside from being an entirely foreign concept to his ears, it also seems like an odd thing to ask someone, unless— "Oh! You're an Animagus!"

The smile on your face instantly drops at this. "What? No—"

"Why didn't you just say so, (y/n)?" he begins what—at the time���you don't know is going to be a nearly endless ramble. "I was planning on telling you this for a while now, but I know someone who's an Animagus, actually. In fact, I think you two would get along fantastically!" he lights up at the sudden idea, flailing his arms in the air out of excitement. "Yes, maybe I can try getting the both of you to meet up. No promises, of course, but what do you think?"

"I think you've got it all wrong," you frown; knowing you would have to disappoint your boyfriend and how you're not very fond of the idea.

"What do you mean?" he asks, albeit barely giving you a second to reply. "(y/n), it's alright, really. You know you don't have to hide yourself from me. Besides, I think it's brilliant!— what you can do, I mean."

The smile he gives you is the epitome of love itself, and now you're not quite sure how to handle the messy situation without pulling out the rug underneath Harry's feet. All you can do is squeeze his shoulder with a guilty smile, promising to talk about it again after dinner.

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Luna Lovegood

"Of course. Worms are lovely, don't you think?" she says with a dreamy smile. You gape at how easily the answer could be pried from your girlfriend; no questions asked. But then again, it's not like you hadn't expected this exact outcome already.

"Really?"

"Mhm," comes her gentle hum as she begins to stir her honeyed chamomile tea. A soft smile stays glued on her features, as if she's enjoying the conversation. "What kind of worm would you like to be, (y/n)?"

"I haven't really thought about it that far," You admit. "Are you sure, though? We won't be able to hold hands or anything like that."

You can't tell if you had just imagined the almost-frown tugging on her lips, because when she looks back up at you again, her sweet signature Luna smile is back in its place. "I suppose you're right. But I could carry you around everywhere with me. Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"It would be," you nod. "but can a worm even fit into that pocket of yours?" you question, noticing how hers are stuffed with unknown items; blades of grass sticking out ever so slightly. Flowers, perhaps.

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about. See?" she pulls out a couple of daisies and fairy foxgloves to reveal a now empty pocket. "Now, would you like some tea?"

You eagerly join her on the table, snuggling against your girlfriend ever so slightly as you both begin to talk about your day. The entire worm ordeal is slowly slipping out of your mind already.

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Neville Longbottom

Neville stops in his tracks at your question, taking a moment to toss the idea back and forth in his mind before he can give you a proper answer. You nearly giggle when his face scrunches up, brows knit and lips parted as he innocently asks, “But why would you turn into a worm?”

"Neville, love, no. It's a hypothetical question."

His entire body relaxes at this, releasing what you assume is a breath of relief. "Oh. I thought you were being serious for a moment there."

You shake your head with a giggle, taking a step closer to adjust the scarf around your boyfriend's neck. "I'm just curious is all. Would you still love me, then?" you ponder.

"Yes! Of course!" comes his instant reply, hands balled up into fists that match the determination on his face. "I would get you a nice worm house with all your favorite flowers in it," he bends one of his gloved finger inwards, beginning to keep count of this hypothetical to-do list. "Would you still be able to have human food? Well, either way, I promise to feed you every single day!"

He pauses, only for a second or two. "Oh! And I'll sing you worm songs! Or maybe we can sing them together? I don't know if you would still be able to talk as a worm though."

You swiftly pull him into an affectionate hug, effectively bringing his rambling—as well as the entire worm topic—to an end. His hands sheepishly find their home around your waist, where he places them softly as if it's his first time hugging you. After all the months of being together, it certainly isn't.

"What was that for?" he dares himself to ask, avoiding your eye contact shyly.

"For being the most loving and adorable boyfriend I could ever ask for," you lean in to plant a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. You don't miss the way he pulls up his scarf to hide the blossoming blush afterwards.

I have no idea why I wrote this either lol <3

🌷 draco taglist: @arossebyanyothername @kawaii-angelanne @thefandomplace @yuosmi @bbeauttyybbx @mywellspringoflife @slytherinsunrise @avatarbeeb @scarlet-says-hi @lunars @coldlilheart @beiahadid @justmimithings @soundsquid27 @youknowiloveyou-so @n3ssm0nique @ochrythum @explxsion @yaanasluv @autumnpleaves @booksmione @drxcomvlfx @the–queen-of-hell @aspiringsloth20 @runninglownad @snitches-at-dawn @badfvith

🌷 harry taglist: @teheharrypotter @badfvith

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Also: enjoying Yen going up and down the Continent collecting Filthy Men. Only the muckiest lads for her!!

[padawansuggest]

Enough about werewolves you want to fuck!!! We get it! Knot sexy big filler!!! Cum inflation make you stupid! Growly and bitey is apparently sexy!!! We get it!

I want you to answer the REAL question tho: what werewolf do you want to scruff you like a rowdy puppy and drag off to their den to groom you like the muckiest cub with annoyance and fondness????