#my life has been forever changed

[honeydewtual]

how come no one told me raspberry tastes really good in coffee ???

[siphonophores]

what do you mean zooid is pronounced as "zoh-oid". it should be "zoo-id"

[in-som-niyah]

Happy New Year!! I wish you the best of luck and prosperity in the New Year!

Have you thought about teasing Jason? Maybe making him read one of his favorite books out loud as you tease him til he can’t remember the words?

happy new year!!

Anon, you genius. I am a Jason loves teasing you truther, but I hadn't even considered the possibilities of you teasing Jason. And now that I am, he would not be able to take it for long. He would get so whiny and xhibedcd i have so many ideas for this, it's hard to pick one.

I'll proofread this later. <3.

It's not that Jason doesn't pay you enough attention, you take up 75% of his thoughts, but when Jason starts reading, it takes up all of his focus. It's damn near impossible to get his attention. Good thing you love a challenge.

When you walk into the living room, he's seated comfortably on the couch. A well worn book rests in his hands. He is so engrossed in it that he doesn't seem to notice your presence. You'll have to fix that.

"What are you reading?" He doesn't quite jump, but his eyes shoot up. There's something to be said about how he's so comfortable around you that his guards is completely let down. That does something to your insides.

"Just some poetry." It's such a vague answer that it piques your interest.

"What kind?" You step closer to him. His eyes track you.

"Some love letters. It's Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka." He'd spoken of the book before you think.

"Thinking about me while you read?" You climb onto the couch and straddle him. One of his hands moves to your waist on instinct.

His face dusts with a light blush. He doesn't respond, seemingly at a loss for words. You wrap your arms around his neck. He stutters for a moment, but never quite makes a full word. You smile. He's getting so riled up and you've barely done anything.

"Read it to me." His brows furrow and he fumbles with the pages. You dip your face into the crook of his neck and softly bite down. His breathing grows deeper and faster.

He stutters at first, struggling to find his place in the book. Eventually he finds it. "Yesterday, I advised you not to write me every day," You feel him grow hard beneath you, "I still hold the same opinion today and-"

You grind down onto him. His head tilts back, moving your face away from his neck, as he makes a sound between a whine and a moan. You lift your hips away from his and he opens his mouth to say something, but you speak first. "Keep going."

He nods obediently. His movements are shaky, pent up and nervous. "it would be very good for both of us," You drop your hips back onto his and he gasps, but doesn't stop, "and so I repeat my advice today even more-..." His voice trails off as your hand drops from his shoulder to down into your pants. He watches you with something akin to reverence as you slip the pants and underwear off together (with some difficulty). You drop them to the floor. Jason shudders beneath you. "Wait." His voice is whiny as he pants beneath you. "Please," one of his hands moves to the hem of your shirt and tugs, "take this off. Need to see you, please."

You start tugging it over your head. "Only if you keep reading." He nods vigorously and you unclasp your bra.

"Emphatically- only please," his voice hitches when display your tits in his face, you bring one hand to your chest and roll a nipple between your fingers, making a show of throwing your head back and pushing your chest towards his face with a breathy moan. "Milena," you grind against him and he stutters for a moment. You move the other hand back between your legs and begin to work yourself open, starting with two fingers, in and out. He continues and his hooded eyes watch your every move. He doesn't need to look at the book to know the words. "Don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway," you add another finger to your rhythmic motions that brush against his length, "it can even be very brief," you add in your pinky finger and Jason makes a pathetic little whiny sound that is music to your ears.

You undo the drawstring of his sweatpants and push them further down his thighs. Putting his book down, he shimmies his hips to help you get the pants down, as impatient as ever. As soon as he cock springs free, you urge him, "Keep going."

He watches, trying his best to keep talking, as you lift your hips and bring his tip to your folds. Your other hand staying occupied on your chest. His hands anchor themselves on your waist, "briefer than today's letters," he moans out as you begin to slightly push yourself down. He soldiers on, "just 2 lines," you slide down even more. You do your best to keep your own moans under control, you want to be able to watch him. You've worked yourself enough so he slides in easily, the stretch not painful. He feels good.

He can't form words while you take your time bottoming out on his cock. Once, you've sat your full weight on him, he can't tear his eyes away from where your bodies join. One of his hands slides down until his thumb reaches your clit. He's distracted, entranced, by you. You struggle to keep your composure. "Keep reading."

His eyes stay focused on his thumb as it circles your clit. "Just one," you move your hips up and snap them down. Pleasure blooms in your chest and you hear Jason curse and breathe faster. "Just one word," you find a rhythm moving up and down on his dick. His voice constantly wavers and he moans between words. "But if I had to go ah without them," the length between each word gets longer and longer as you move faster and faster and he gets closer and closer. He struggles to get even one word out.

"Finish it and I'll let you finish." You're getting close now too, his demeanor clearly having an effect on you. His thumb speeds up.

He nods, unable to hold himself back for much longer. "I would suffer terribly." He says the words fast, all in one breath as he begins to thrust up into you. You clench around him as he lets out a loud moan. You cum together as he spills out of you. His head tosses back and his thumb stills and he twitches through the last waves of his orgasm. You drop your head onto his shoulder and slouch against his chest. His arms curl around you and he kisses whatever skin he can reach. You legs burn and your knees ache, but you have nothing to be worried about. Jason will take care of you.

Also disclaimer! I have not read the book yet! I plan on getting it soon bc I've been wanting to read it for years, but have yet to read the full thing full so that's why it's undetailed.

[yrsonpurpose]

When you hold me, it holds me together.

[b-blushes]

i <3 planners/journals/scrapbooks

[milktea-grn]

🕸

[teapot-tyrant]

my God I read this fic just now and am literally losing my mind (/pos) just gotta send this to all of my other twst enjoyer friends and have them lose their marbles as well this was so wonderful Oh My God.

skins - the Haunting

an·ar·chist /ˈanərkəst,ˈaˌnärkəst/ noun a person who advocates or promotes anarchism or anarchy.

I’m being left behind.

The tension in his chest snapped and he screamed. He screamed and screamed and screamed. The sky shattered and the water ate away at the sand. Ash filled his mouth, black ink poured from beneath his nails and his hairline. It consumed his vision, it filled his lungs, and he drowned in it.

alternate version w/out words beneath the cut! Special thanks to @springlock64 for dealing with my insane ramblings and her fantastic reactions to the snippets I shared with her.

[The fic is still undergoing minor revisions, as some parts were super rushed, because I wanted to post this before finals. Once the revisions are done, this paragraph will be deleted.]

[pnfc]

i haint watched the dang chibisode and idk if ill actually watch it with sound on sdfjk but i have a hurt feeling about them casually imbuing perry with speech for a one off gag because the idea that he needs to talk to communicate is fake. we had 4 seasons of wacky magic hijinks cartoon where perry never needed verbal speech to communicate. they couldve done this gag at any point in the show but they didn't, and the fact that they didn't felt significant. perry's muteness is such a core part of his character, to me, to the way i conceive of him/write him. i don't wanna overreact to a goofy little side cartoon (even tho i'm doing it anyway) but it's still the characters, and it still upsets me! ok that's it i've said my piece

[the-sussy-imposter2]

I thought Will would like messing with louise sometimes. Louise doesnt seem to like his sense of humor, though.

(Characters are will and louise from @peachnewt 's story, getting in deep !!)

[codacheetah]

[voxxygen]

which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or the voxval duet?

[cannibalismoths]

daavposting

[adriartts]

goretober day 6: Transformation

this mermaid concept is not mine!!! it is cool as hell and comes from my homeboy @ch1ck3n-t03s

[sketchingstars03]

Just a ramble, but

Ink sans really does mean so much to me.

He’s one of my longest standing favourites/comfort characters. Though not the longest ever, but still pretty resilient.

The thought of him encouraging and believing in me to do my best in my creative pursuits, and being proud of me when I succeed, really helps.

I once pretended to have a conversation with him when I was getting discouraged about drawing, and it actually genuinely helped me draw better.

Ink’s just magic like that.

I mean, how often do we get a character that literally does their in-lore job of inspiring others IN REAL LIFE by simply existing??

I guess Splatter and Splattertale have kinda become a sort of “thank you” for him, in a way. Even though the guy isn’t real.

Just goes to show that art really is all about how it makes us feel, not what’s physically there (though that part is still valuable and important ofc).

I mean, idk it’s kinda cheesy but it feels like he sorta raised me in my art journey? I’ve known about him since I was 12, and I’m 20 now. I remember the reason I started taking my art improvement seriously was because I wanted to make this fictional skeleton man proud.

And even when I… took a bit of a break from this fandom for a bit… I never truly forgot about him. I don’t think I ever will. They literally altered my brain chemistry lmao, I think it would be hard to forget such a character after that!

Idk, I just felt like talking abt how much this silly is important to me and the reasons why they now own a piece of my soul for eternity. Truly living in my head rent free. And, tbh, I don’t think Ink ever needs to pay that rent to stay here.

[nautls11]

so uhhh that finale huh

there WILL be a rant post coming soon bc i cannot function anymore

[whimsi-clown]

I just laid witness to literal cat sorcery.

Nothing fandom related, I just wanted to share something that literally just happened in rl to my mom that involved a cat.

Ok, so. My mom was eating a fish dish for dinner right?

And all of a sudden, she starts crying.

Because she got a large chunk of a fish bone stuck in her throat.

So obviously, everyone around starts panicking because what can you do??

It's a fishbone down someone's throat and that shit is painful.

After a while my grandma and her friend start yelling at me to grab a cat from outside.

Naturally, I responded with:

"Wha- HOW TF IS THAT GONNA HELP??"

But naturally, they responded with: "JUST DO IT!!!"

So I did.

I ran out of the house and grabbed the first cat I could find, which wasn't difficult considering we had 20+ cats. (The one I grabbed was one of our female Tortoiseshell cats named Bubbles.)

And carried the fat cat back into the house and practically threw her into my grandma's arms.

Once my grandma had a hold of the cat she then began to hold the cat's paw and use it to stroke down my mom's neck.

After a few seconds of doing so, my mom somehow miraculously got better.

The pain in her throat slowly disappeared as the fish bone was no longer stuck down her throat.

All the while, I just stood there with the most bewildered and confused expression.

Like, how the fuck did that work??

Was there a science to it??

Magic??

Are cat's paws magic now???

Anyways, yea.

Cat's are healers with magic paws now apparently.

That is all.

Good day, noon, or night and thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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