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I realized I didn’t post this earlier. But I saw Alex Hirsch the other day! He was at a Barnes and Noble in San Diego (which I’m in for Comic Con, ha) and while I sadly was unable to get a ticket for an autograph, I did stop by to see him at least. And then, the next day, I went back to pick up a copy of The Book of Bill that he’d signed, since I know Barnes and Noble sometimes has extras they sell the next day. It’s a little disappointing it’s only his initials, but I get he prolly didn’t want to sign hundreds of stickers with his full signature, ha. And I have his full signature on a Stan and Bill toy box that someone who was a fan of my FB page sent me years ago, so it’s not like I don’t have anything with his signature.
(Which is here, if anyone wanted to see)
Overall, it was neat to see him, even if I didn’t get to interact with him. :-)
#Book of Bill#Gravity Falls#BOB#alex hirsch#Bill Cipher#I had already purchased the book on Amazon presale but I HAD to get his autograph even if it’s just the initials#I also got a copy for my friend who I’ll ship it to once Comic Con ends#I’ll give my Amazon copy to the older kids at work since I think they like Gravity Falls…#I know the older sister of one of the incoming fifth graders loved Gravity Falls since she would always talk about it with me when she was#my student years ago#Oh I also took a video of him but I don’t know if they want us to share it so I won’t yet
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The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.
#also idk how to tell you this but even if it were true. wealthy children potentially sacrificing their educational careers to protest is#a good thing actually. idk how to tell you that caring about people from other nations is good#personal#“this war has nothing to do with most students cuz nobody's getting drafted” idk how to explain to you that we should be angry#that our tuitions of 10s of thousands of dollars that we pay every year for an education is being used to fund a genocidal campaign#also the implication that if you go to a uni institution you are automatically privileged by participation no matter your bg#i didn't /want/ to go to this school. i was supposed to go to a school with an art/animation program. but i realized my immigrant#parents have been working their whole lives to get me here. and turning the opportunity down would be a disservice to their sacrifice#this is getting into convos of “what 2nd gen kids owe their parents” which is different for everyone but. yeah#i just get pissed off at seeing people misrepresenting student bodies as “wealthy” and “privileged” and “elite” when it's such a blatant li#i remember a year ago a friend told me they can't fly home to hong kong for winter break because the plane tickets are too expensive#so they have to find temporary housing around the area#last quarter for a film doc class my film partner made a doc on a small group of marxist grad students from india discussing praxis#during a rally a few months ago in response to police presence the coalition invited palestinian students to speak about their experiences#and lead songs and read poems they wrote. these are STUDENTS. are they elitist too?#this is not to disregard my own personal privilege either.#this whole narrative's just to rationalize a lack of empathy to me. seeing a 19yo student get shot by a rubber bullet and your first#reaction is “HAW! HAW! bet richy rich didn't see THAT coming when she put on her terrorist hood!”#newsflash. these big uni campuses are HAUNTED by the violence of past protests and revolutions and police brutality. we know.#why do you think these coalitions have been making reinforced barricades at record speed
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#study motivation#studyabroad#studyspiration#studyinspo#studyspo#studystudystudy#studyvisa#student life#study aesthetic#cooffee#coffee coffee coffee#coffee is life#how to cook#home cooking#coffee break#comfort food#cozy#cooking#coffee#comics#matcha#coffetime#macha#100 days of productivity#study in abroad#one year ago#study tools#rainy sky#my stuff#ice cube
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tfw octavinelle students get to wear a suit but ur dorm uniform needs an instruction manual
#been thinking abt this for months. i will not draw this nicer u get what u get. their uniform is insane#octavinelle and heartslabyul students like woopsie woke up late! ill just rush to get ready!!#diasomnia waking up with 30 entire minutes dedicated to their outfit. like oh my GOD its so complicated#i spent more time than id care to admit searching refs and information to make sure i didnt miss any deets#and i STILL think i prob took liberties in simplifying this somehow. but yea here u go#this was inspired by a DR post by lordofdorknessgundam from like a million years ago. good food#twst#twisted wonderland#twst silver#silver vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#suntails
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comic about something that i still don't understand
#my art#happy new year!! my first drawing of the year is a depressing comic ^__^#sorry my mom walked in on me working on my project for my painting class a few days ago#and immediately complained that i'm 'not doing anything important'#like ?? i'm literally working on an assignment?? i'm a design student?? i haven't drawn anything for myself in 4 weeks?? what?? lmao?????#and that awakened some memories LOL#anyways. i'm sure some of you can relate#ok to rb#comic#personal art
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i turned 18 today tim . what were you doing when you were 18 besides filming the landscape altering first ever web horror series
MH wasn't til i was 20, at 18 i was getting ready to go to college with no plan bc i'd figure it out over time and it'd work itself out. ha ha ha ha
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The Study
Not only is this the start of my 'Moving In' series, I'm also calling it my birthday piece! I turn 24 on Tuesday and I'm trying hard not to think about the fact I'm overdue a quarter-life crisis.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2.7K (oops)
Warnings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky, sub! reader, spanking, use of a vibrator, forced orgasms, kinda Dom vibes but totally consensual, degradation, safe word system but safe word not used, pet names
Summary: Bucky spends the weekend at your new house and you take him on a tour.
Minors, do not interact
Turning the key in the front door still feels odd. One of the very first changes you made to the house was installing a new locking mechanism on both doors and it hasn't had a chance to stiffen up yet.
The smell of paint is starting to dissipate but it hits you hardest when you open the front door. The hallway was one of the last areas of the house to be redecorated so the smell seems to be most noticeable right at the door.
"Damn, this place is deceptive." Bucky's remark makes you smile to yourself while you hang your jacket up. "It's a whole lot bigger on the inside than I thought."
"It surprised me too. All of the rooms are a nice size."
The house had ticked so many boxes for you. More than two bedrooms in a quiet development, a low maintenance garden, off road parking, a downstairs bathroom and the whole house has plenty of potential. The plan isn't to live here forever, after all. It should be easy enough for you to sell when you decide to move on.
You flick a few lights on in the hallway and toss your keys into the bowl on the hall table before you turn your attention back to Bucky standing in your living room. Despite the fact you hadn't removed your own shoes, he's taken his off, leaving them neatly at the doorway of the living room beside his travel bag.
He's respectful of your space; he always has been but it's nice to just have him in your space. It's nice to have him be part of it.
He walks slowly around the little living room, looking at the few ornaments and picture frames you'd collected. "That's cute." He's looking at a picture of you and your best friend, sitting on the floor of your old kitchen, laughing yourselves to tears over the fact your Christmas tree was three inches tall and cut out from the back of a cereal box. The photo brings a smile to your face every time you see it.
"Are you hungry? You've had a long day." You move over behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his clothes while he looks at your pictures on the fireplace. He's had to travel for a few hours just to get here so you imagine he's bound to want something.
"I'm okay for now." You nod at his response, taking in the fact he's actually standing in your home.
The time you have with him is limited. That's how this works but for just less than two days, he's yours. After that, he'll go back home so you've learned to make the most of the time you have with him.
"Help yourself to whatever you like. Kitchen is down the hall." You don't even really want to move but you can't stand like this forever.
He turns in your arms so he's facing you and captures your lips in his. It's a soft, slow, gentle kiss; the kind you've been dreaming of since you last saw him. You need him to feel exactly how much you've missed him without having to tell him.
The kiss lasts for minutes, far beyond its natural end but neither of you care.
After what feels like forever, your lips part but your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you determined not to pull away.
"I still haven't gotten the grand tour." He's got the most beautiful eyes and they're locked on yours to the point that you'd almost forgotten he's never been here before. "But I want to start in your favourite room."
"Well, the study is my favourite. I converted one of the bedrooms into an office space."
"Show me."
You don't protest. Instead you head out of the living room and up the stairs to the furthest end of the hallway, with Bucky following closely behind you.
"These all used to be built-in storage units around a headboard for a bed. I took all the doors off the cabinets and made it into shelving." You'd turned the room into a space that you love. The walls are painted a light shade of cream with houseplants lined up between books on the shelves. Instead of storage around a headboard, you now have book shelves, arching around your desk. The other side of the room has a sofa that converts into a bed for extra guests and there's a beanbag in the corner by the window to read on.
"I see why it's your favourite. Odd mix of books here though." Bucky's eyes flick over the titles, ranging from your collection of political figures' autobiographies, the 'Diary of an Oxygen Thief' trilogy, the selection of books providing commentary on the criminal justice system and a good few classics.
"It is. But I like this room. It'll be cosy in winter once I get some fairy lights and nice and bright in summer. Somewhere to unwind." You're thinking out loud as you reach up to close the window and that's when you feel Bucky step behind you.
"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.
"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."
Fuck.
"Are you sure you're up for that? Because I can really stretch it out. I'm not sure how we're going to make it work in the pantry or the downstairs bathroom but I'm happy to try."
"Your 'pantry' is a cupboard." Bucky's breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his lips have curled into a smile.
"I know. You promised every room though." You can't help but tease him, although you're half serious. It's not your fault that you're keen. Not when he's kissing down your neck like that and holding your waist so your back is flush against him.
"You're a handful." You feel his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist and you remember how nice it is to just be touched the way he touches you.
"I might be a handful but I can promise if I have my way, after you leave here on Sunday, you won't even be able to think about cumming again until Thursday at the very earliest."
"Jesus, that's one hell of a promise." He turns you around to face him and you notice his eyes are damn near twinkling with excitement.
You've got all weekend together; there's no need to rush but you can't help the overwhelming need to feel him sliding into you. That's when you feel closest to him and it's the closeness you're craving more than anything.
Your hand cups the side of his face, your thumb tracing across his freshly shaved jawline and you allow yourselves a second to just be together.
He smells familiar. The heat of his body against yours makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe.
"I want to start with you though. I brought you a little something." He kisses your lips gently and smooths a hand down over your hair before he retreats downstairs to the bag that he'd brought a few changes of clothes in.
He returns with a small cardboard box with the tape on one end already cut.
"I didn't have time to wrap it. It arrived last minute." You're so busy trying to get into the box that you hadn't even noticed.
Inside the box are a few instruction manuals, a thin white cord and a black satin pouch. Inside the pouch is a neon pink toy that's thicker at each end, narrow in the middle and nicely curved.
"I've already charged it and paired it to my phone. This end slips inside you." He points to the thicker end, studying your face to make sure you're okay with this.
And why wouldn't you be? This is pretty damn close to a dream come true.
"Remember what you said last time I saw you? You wanted me to spank you. Maybe we should take it a little further." He's always been hesitant to do anything that would hurt you and that fact is the very reason you want him to. You know how much he wants to protect you and knowing he cares about you has you convinced that he's the right person to explore this with.
"Please." You whisper, beyond excited at the thought of getting everything you've begged him for. "What did you have in mind?"
"I'm thinking about you bent over this desk with this inside you and we'll start off with a couple of light taps to that pretty ass." He presses the button on the narrow part of the toy and it give a short buzz, coming to life in his hands.
Fuck, you're into this man. You're into his hesitation just as much as you're into his willingness to try something new.
"Traffic light safe word system. 'Red' and I'll stop, 'amber' and I'll give you a break, 'green' to keep going." He wants to be fully sure you know you're in control here, not that you ever had any doubt.
You nod and stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time with as much passion as you can manage. Your hands run through his hair while his trail over your body, your tongue flicking gently against his.
Just being around this man makes you wet, not that you'd ever admit that to him. Even the thought of him has you throbbing with arousal so now that he's here in front of you, your whole body feels like it's buzzing.
He touches you like he can't get enough. He can't get you close enough and it's beyond thrilling to be the subject of his need.
It's almost embarrassing that you get yourself worked up so easily but from the hungry look in his eyes when you undo the button of your jeans, he doesn't seem to mind.
You step out of your jeans and panties and Bucky helps you out of your top and bra, leaving you naked in your study.
"Look at you." Bucky sounds like he's almost in awe, no matter how many times he's seen you naked.
He kisses you again, matching the same passion he'd had earlier, trailing his hands over your soft, warm skin until his fingers are nestled between your thighs.
"Fuck, you're soaked." His fingertips trail between the folds of your sex, gathering the wetness he's responsible for. "Good girls don't get this wet at the thought of being spanked. You know that, don't you?"
You're almost too turned on to even respond to him. "Bend over. I want to see how well you take your toy."
You do as you're told, bending over your desk while Bucky drops to his knees behind you to slip the toy inside you. You feel him trail the thicker end of the toy against your slick cunt, gathering enough wetness to let it slip inside you comfortably.
Within a minute, the toy comes to life inside you and there's no way to stifle the moan that catches in your throat.
Not only is the internal part vibrating at a low, delightful buzz, the other end is pressed right to your clit and is stimulating it at the same strength.
"Did I say you could make a sound?" Bucky quizzes, sounding harsher than ever and when he gets no response, his hand comes down on your ass with so much force that it makes you yelp.
It was a hell of a spank and you can feel heat blooming under the skin of your left cheek, quickly followed by another spank to the right.
"For the record, you can make as much noise as you need to. But only because I've told you that you can. You see the difference?"
You force yourself not to nod and it has the effect you were hoping for. Two more harsh, painful spanks are delivered, one to each cheek, the same as before.
You don't know if you imagined it but the toy inside you feels stronger. You can't be sure if you're just focusing on the pleasure over the pain or if Bucky really has turned it up.
"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" He needs to know you're enjoying this because a little part of him is surprised at just how much he's into it. He gets to control both your pleasure and your pain because you want him to and the trust alone is enough to get him off.
"Feels amazing, fuck. Making such a mess." Stringing sentences together isn't easy but you swear you're about to cum already. Your nipples rub delightfully against the wooden desk and you swear every sensation is heightened.
"I wish you could see the mess you're making. Looks fucking delicious." He turns the toy up ever so slightly but that's enough to send you spiralling, gripping the edge of the desk as pleasure ripples through your entire body.
You can do nothing but sob, cumming relentlessly because he's refused to turn the toy down. Even after you're done, he keeps it at the same intensity, moving on like nothing happened.
"You say the sluttiest things. That promise of yours to totally drain me. Who says shit like that? So fucking filthy."
"I mean it. I want every drop of cum you can give me. And then more." You know saying something like that will earn you another spank and it does.
"You're not just acting like a slut. You are a slut. You spend your life hiding it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me." A shiver runs down your spine. You almost feel like you've been caught. Like he's figured you out and now you have nothing left to hide. "Say it."
It's a clear instruction but saying it makes it real.
Your hesitation earns you another sharp spank, heat prickling both your face and your ass at the same time.
"Don't make me tell you twice." For someone hesitant to slip into a dominant role, he's absolutely nailing it.
"I'm your slut." Your voice is less steady than you would've hoped but the words at clear at the very least.
"My slut?" He almost sounds like he can't believe what he heard.
"Yours. Your slut." You repeat, wishing you could see his face.
"Oh sweetheart, that's cute." He means it too. He turns the toy up as a reward and even though it's only at half its full strength, you can't help but cum again, pleading your way through another blinding orgasm.
"Such a good girl for me. That's it. Cum nice and hard. Give that slutty little pussy what it needs." He lands one more harsh spank on your ass and you swear it only makes you cum harder, to the point that your legs are shaking.
But all of a sudden, the sensation stops completely.
"B-Bucky?" You ask, turning around to look at him, wondering if something went wrong.
"Don't want to wear you out, sweetheart. I think that'll do for now." You agree that it's probably a good place to stop and you have no problem taking the toy out for a while.
He pulls you in close, resting your head on his chest, letting you catch your breath while he holds you and kisses your forehead.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is soft, hoping that you'll tell him the truth.
"No. It was perfect." You smile, capturing his lips in yours, hoping to relieve some of his fear. You're almost giddy with excitment. It truly was everything you needed and you fully intend to thank him for it before the weekend is over.
"Good. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would." He's back to the gentle, tender touches that you're so used to from him and it's a blessing that he can flick so effortlessly between both personas.
"How about we order in and stick a movie on?" He suggests, kissing the tip of your nose. "Go put on something comfortable. I'll find a takeout."
#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x you#dad’s best friend!bucky#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fanfic#marvel fanfic#bucky barnes fic#dbf!bucky#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x female reader smut#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#writing this was unexpectedly nostalgic#one of my favourite photos is of Amy and I sitting on the floor of my student flat in December a few years ago#we were drinking wine and working on an assignment and she noticed the only Christmas decoration we had was cut out from a cereal box#she laughed so hard she cried#I got to tell her recently about the house#but I hadn't even thought about the fact we can make as many happy memories in my new place as we did in my old uni flat#and that's made me even more excited#it's so weird to think that this is my last birthday in this house though
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holy shit time flies...
#random#idk the other day i was just looking at the sun coming through my window and it dawned on me#life changed so much in the last 11 years#for the best... but damn#i'd only want to go back in time#only for my health#but i would never give up all the experiences i went through#the friendships made and lost#the failures and victories#ig it really is just life#it still makes me laugh tho how back in the days i had my majora wallpaper#fast forward and one of my best friend gifted me the 3D figurine... ig some things never change#i'll always be a mm fan and i love her sm#but really...#the fucking disgusting chair with pillows in 2013?#disguting#i didn't care tho... i was a poor student who lived constantly for 7 years under 1k in my bank account OTL#i usually hang my left over merch because...#idk#i want to be proud to look at them too#i spend HOURS ON THOSE T0T#then i got that one other wall that's just craking down with artist merch OTL#it's weird to feel like you've lived a long time now...#like i remeber very clearly 10+ years ago#it's so strange...
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autistic man does public speaking and doesn't die
#the stage fright was palpable#i actually have got over my stage fright :D#like a year ago now but still#the three students#sherlock & co#sherlock and co#sherlock & co.#sherlock holmes#sherlock and co fanart#sherlock & co fanart#my art#stage fright#autistic sherlock
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A spy... An assassin... this is so exciting!!
#tangled#spy x family#rapunzel#eugene fitzherbert#loid forger#yor forger#crossover fanart#I finally remembered my tumblr password lol#I think it's been literally years since I posted on here wow#Last time I was here I was a mere med student#and now I am a full fledged doctor#It's crazyyyy#dont have time to draw anymore#:(#I did this months ago before I even started working#forgot about it#found it again#so voila#I've been mad busy tho so will probs disappear for another few years#But i might get back into doing fanart again cuz tidying this one up to post was therapeutic af#I need that kinda relaxation ya know#anyway#anyone still a Tangled fan anymore#Or have we all moved on now#if anyone is out there please send me a signal!#Also when is Spy x family coming back someone tell me#I want more of itttt#I miss my weekly dose of loid forger#I drew Pascal as Anya but he just felt out of place so I took him out I'm sorryyy#Maybe I'll post him separately
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#mine#doctor who#dwedit#matt smith#jemma redgrave#:')))#remaking this from 3 years ago and the colouring looks almost the same#i like how it ended up though#anyways guess who caught another cold.... AGAIN ;A;#thank you to my students for always spreading the germs around.....
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so i finally got my official acceptance email for that executive assistant college program!! i mean it was pretty much a done deal, i was positive i would be accepted, but still it's nice to have the official yes. also, classes start in 10 days and i still don't know what my class schedule will look like. it's ridiculous! i have a new job and i can't even give them my availabilities jasnvsadasjh
#it's really funny being a student again after graduating film school 8 years ago dsfkjbdfs#i hope i'm not the oldest one in my classes#probably not tbh. at that information session last month there were people of all ages so#shut up alie
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#studyabroad#study motivation#studyinspo#studyspiration#studyspo#studystudystudy#studyvisa#student life#study aesthetic#italy#good morning#biology#blue#study music#my notes#home cooking#coffee break#comfort food#ice cube#cozy#coffee#chocolate#ice cream#study nursing in new zealand#legend of zelda#zendaya#love notes to no one#food opinions#gaining weight on purpose#one year ago
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I don't think I'll ever stop enjoying when people find out I'm 32 and their eyebrows go up
#new girl at work is doing coffee shop job at the weekends while she's a student#(which is what this job is for really why am I still here aaaa)#she's only just started uni so I told her not to worry she'll love it#and that if I could go back and do it all again I would#and she was like Oh you already graduated??#and I replied Yeah 11 years ago and I could literally see the internet dial up noises playing in her brain as she did the maths#she was like Wait how old are you????#and I had to admit to being 32#her surprise was so genuine it never gets old#like my face apparently#eeeeyyyyyy#anyway - my babyface strikes again#pie says stuff
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There's no way you have a BABY now
you missed babbystorm 2021!!
here's the me babby tag, in chronological order
and heres the babbystorm 2021 tag (from contractions through labor and delivery!) in chronological order
i love tumblr because its like having an old diary that i can navigate easily!
#op#anonymous#ask#also im 30!#in case someone out there thinks im like.... a hip young college student still#which is when i started my blog 11.5 years ago#FORGOT THE LINKS LOL#i fixed it
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they were not nice to me at the thrift store but I got the goods nonetheless
#i found the lace camisole from my dream though so i consider today a victory#text post#the coat is from 10 years ago and cost $200 of my student worker money iont wanna get anyones hopes up lol
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