#oh irony

[spicyvampire]

Great grandpa telling Wee to not judge a book by its cover, his fashionable clothes aren't the only things he was ironing in his house last night

[argyrocratie]

"The Republic does not interest us. However, we accept it as a point of departure in a process of social democratization, on the condition that the Republic guarantee that the principles of liberty and social justice are not empty words. If the Republic refuses to take into consideration the aspirations of the working class, then the little interest that the workers have in the Republic will be reduced to nothing, because it will offer no hope for what our class looked for on April 14 . . . .

As anarchists, we declare that our activities have not been and never will be at the service of any political party or any state. The anarchists and syndicalists of the C.N.T. , together with all revolutionaries, have the mission to compel the men in the government, under pressure from the street, to fulfill their mandate."

-Buenaventura Duruti (1931), quoted by Abel Paz in "Duruti : The People Armed"

[avymiir]

nureyev- “i’m typically the one disappearing, not the one left behind” 😭😭

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

king of all hell, do you know of a cult leader in the human world known as GARY doing something called The Second death? (from the game FAITH the unholly trinity)

"No. I can't really say I keep up with cult leaders, though..."

[bookishjules]

it rains and i think of home. of white and yellow wildflowers. of red black wildberries. of green grass and green ferns and ever-green evergreens. everything ever more vibrant for the gray tint of overcast skies.

it rains and i am haunted by the fact that some point the rain will stop. the dream will end, the peace with shatter around me in a storm of sunlight, the puddles of joy must return to the sky. one of these days, one of these hours.

it rains and i remember the way it felt on my skin, painting me as a girl who was free. when it was that easy to be cleansed of curses and sins.

[poooooooooao3]

[theaceofarrows]

Nightwing and Robin Jason: On your mark, get set g-

Batman: No

Nightwing: No? No, what? You don't even know what we're doing?!

Batman: You two were about to try and race across the rooftops

Nightwing: And? We do it all the time

Batman: And, they're covered in ice from freezing rain

Robin Jason: So? We fought Mr. Freeze last week, and we're still alive

Batman: [glares]

Dick: Ugh, fine. We won't have ANY fun

Batman: [turns around]

Nightwing:

Robin Jason:

Nightwing and Robin Jason: [glance at each other]

Nightwing and Robin Jason: [whispering] Go

[Both start running]

-

[Later]

Dick: [sitting on the couch with his ankle in a cast] Consequences, gotta be my top three least favorite parts of my actions

Jason: [sitting next to him with his arm in a cast] Big brothers, gotta be the top three worst people to listen to when they say they have a fun idea

Dick: You're just grumpy because YOU fell down first

Jason: [hits him with a pillow]

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

meant to say learning difficulties for UK for specific learning disabilities - fixed now!!

once again fyi—

“intellectual disability” is one thing (UK: learning disabilities)

it is overall(!!) intellectual functioning difficulty (usually measure by overall IQ below 70, yes ew IQ etc etc i know), plus adaptive functioning difficulty, plus start before 18.

it not “intellectual disabilities” not “an intellectual disability” (there only one)

dyslexia dysgraphia dyscalculia are not “an intellectual disability”

they specific learning disabilities, or UK: learning difficulties (edit: originally misspoke & said learning differences, that wrong!)

get word right, use right tags 👍

[the-geeky-fangirl]

heartstopper isn't cringe it's just sincere and you guys are weak as fuck

[theoldkyokodied]

If you follow my main you had to know this was coming… anyway. Enjoy these bloodweave doodles :)

[iknowicanbutwhy]

@chipper-smol I couldn't get the thought out of my head of dragon loop flying on unfamiliar wings away from their problems because obviously that's why they have them haha ha ha

[hurlingdown]

ur zoro fic was so good omfg ftm bratty ace x ftm dom reader?? I need him So bad

MAKE ME FEEL GOOD — TOP! FTM! READER x ACE

synopsis. ace thinks that it doesn't feel good for you when the two of you have sex. you prove him wrong. the sex is fucking brilliant, actually. wc. 2.1k

tags: reader turns ftm! bratty! ace into a pillow princess, dom! reader, breeding kink, wet & messy, riding, double ended strap-on, it vibrates goddammit, strap referred to as cock sometimes, no female anatomy terms for reader, bit of hurt/comfort, imaginary creampie, holy shit they're fr about making babies, this is filthy and i love it

Ace squirmed on your thick dildo, soaked cunt pulsing around it as he struggled to balance on your lap. At the additional weight, the protruding toy on the other end of the strap-on slipped deeper into you, making you shiver. 

“Y-you said you’d finally let me top, you fucker!” he gasped, eyes teary with contempt. “For once!” 

“To be fair, you are on top,” you muttered absent-mindedly, distracted by the way his slick dripped down the remaining inches of your cock that he couldn’t take in one go. His nails dug into your shoulders as he let out a loud whine, demanding your attention. 

“Not like this!” Ace moaned, and despite his protests, his hips had started to roll against the toy, trying to take more of it inside him. “Want to—make you feel good too, it’s not always about me—” 

“I feel good too. And seeing you feel good makes me feel good,” you told him truthfully, planting your hands on his waist as you guided him down your cock, thumbs pressing gentle circles into his skin to soothe him. “Besides, I wanted to try using this. The vendor said it vibrated.” 

His eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and something more. “This thing vibrates?” 

“Yeah—there’s the remote. Hngh, fuck, don’t move so suddenly.” Ace jerked in your lap to grab the remote in your hands, making the small toy inside you shift. Feeling emboldened by your reaction, he harshly rocked his hips downwards with a keen, fully seated on your lap now. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, trembling. 

You frowned. “Shit, do you need more lube? Did I stretch you out enough? Does it hurt?” you asked worriedly as he shook his head, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of a fat cock pushing past his entrance and rearranging his insides.  

“No. No, just start moving.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes! I’m getting bored, so move!” 

You held in a scoff at his poor attempt to rile you up. How typical of him. 

“You’re sitting on top of me, firecracker. How d’you want me to move?” 

Ace opened his mouth to argue, but then promptly froze, flushing as he realised his position. He was still unused to the one being on top—usually it was him with his face pressed down into the sheets and ass up to the heavens, you pounding so sweetly into his pussy from behind as he cried out your name. 

Tiny crimson flames erupted from his skin and he scowled, embarrassed. “I knew that.” 

“Yeah. Of course.” You looked at him, his thighs trembling as his cunt clenched around the dildo, sitting there like a whiny brat that just got told off. “Darling,” you murmured, taking his hands into your own, to which he swatted away. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” 

“I want to!” 

Ace scowled, raising his head to look at you, and you saw the tremble of the wet sheen in his dark eyes. 

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, confidently, and you stifled a smile. 

“Sure.” If you can. 

You gave his hips an encouraging squeeze as he began to lift himself. His thighs were already spasming with the effort, and he let out a soft gasp, head falling forward to knock against your shoulder—unintentionally giving himself the best angle possible. 

He held in his breath as more and more of the toy was exposed, and he clenched around it experimentally, watching as globs of lube mixed with his slick were pushed out with a squelch. He was stretched so, so impossibly wide around you, and it was obscene. 

“Ace. Relax. Just a little more.” 

“I—fucking know, hah, dammit! You’re not the one—taking this fat cock,” he whimpered, shivering and gasping softly as the entire length of the dildo was revealed, the plump tip rubbing against his folds. “Gonna—gonna move now. So brace yourself.” 

Without waiting for your response, he suddenly relaxed his taut thighs, letting gravity drop him on your cock, slamming himself down all the way in one go—and he threw his head back, letting out a garbled moan as his eyes crossed. It was so fucking deep inside him, even deeper than before, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from making any noise, blessed by the erotic sight on your lap and the fact that the toy inside you was pressing at a new angle that had you clenching around it. 

“So good, babe,” you mumbled. “You’re doing so great.” 

Ace didn’t respond, and your eyes trained onto his exposed Adam's apple as it bobbed. 

“Ace?” 

The fingers gripping your shoulders trembled with effort to hold himself still as Ace took in a shaky breath through his teeth. As you saw the glistening of tears down the side of his cheeks, you knew something was wrong. 

“Shit, you okay?” 

“Y-yeah,” he managed weakly. 

“You sure you’re alright? We can stop if you want—” 

“I’m—fine. Stop asking to stop—f-fuck, do you not want me anymore?” he whimpered, wet eyes finally gazing at you with hurt and scorn as tears started to roll down his face. “Is that it? Did you get tired of me ‘cause you don’t feel good when we fuck?” 

So that was why he was so insistent on topping you. 

“No,” you sighed, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “It’s nothing like that, love. I was just worried about hurting you.” 

“Oh.” He visibly flushed from the kiss, trying to bite down a smile at the relief that flooded him. 

“And again. Your ‘good’ is my good. So stop worrying and feel good for me.” 

“But you won’t feel as good as I—” 

You kissed him, muffling any other protests. “I swear on my life, I do.” 

“Fine,” Ace huffed. “But you could never hurt me—it’d be my choice if that ever happened.” He turned his head to the side with a blush, averting your heated gaze. You were smirking, ideas rushing through your mind that you would indulge in the next time the two of you had sex: spanking, overstimulation, edging, bondage— “You’re an infuriating sap and I absolutely despise you.” 

“Yeah? You seem to love my cock, though.” 

Hot flames flickered up over his skin as his eyes snapped back to you in surprise. They hesitantly travelled down, and further down—to his drenched pussy impaled on the huge dildo, his stomach paunchy with the sheer size of it taking up all the space. He let out a breathy whine, as though just realising that your dick was still shoved deep inside him. 

He had sworn he could do it, but the truth is—he couldn’t. Not now—not like this. 

“Want me to take control?” 

“Fuck, yes, please,” Ace whispered, words burning with need. 

Satisfied by the enthusiastic consent, you slowly lowered him onto the mattress, whispering encouragement and sweet nothings to get him to relax. He rubbed at his eyes, trying his best to wipe away his tears. 

You picked up the vibrator remote that he had dropped somewhere, feeling his eager eyes dig into you. Meeting his gaze with a heated one of your own, you set it to a low level, shakily inhaling. As you began to grind your hips against him, he whimpered at the sensation, slick gushing out with each thrust of the dildo, wetting the bed. 

And it was so good for you, too, the toy rubbing and vibrating intensely inside your hole, sending the most delicious quivers down the back of your spine. This was heaven—you couldn’t even fathom why he would think otherwise. 

“More,” he demanded with a whiny tone. 

“How much more?” 

“Go a level higher—I can take it.” 

You decided to take pity on him, as he had got so overwhelmed and cried earlier. Ace never cried. Not in a scenario like this, with bad thoughts crowding his brain instead of how good you were making him feel, thinking of something so absurd—that you didn’t want him anymore. 

Adjusting the level of the vibration to his wishes, you groaned as pleasure surged through your abdomen. You took a moment to dwell in it, imagining the dildo was your own cock, and his pussy was milking you with every rut into tight heat, making him feel so good he’d grip you with his cunt—refusing to let you leave until you bred him full of your seed. 

You almost came from that thought alone. What a sight it would be, seeing him round with your children, the product of your love and sin. 

“What—what are you thinkin’ about?” Ace slurred, drunk on pleasure as he let out breathy moans and whines. “Focus on—me!” 

“My bad,” you chuckled, leaning down to kiss him as an apology, while your hips sped up to fuck him harder and faster. “You f-feel so good, baby.” 

His cheeks went pink, almost shy, a godsent complement to the brown stars that scattered across his attractive face. He dug his face into the sheets to hide his expression from you, panting heavily as he’s bodily dragged onto your cock, only to have it plunge out and ram into him again. “I, ha—AH!” he wailed at a particularly hard thrust, “I do?” 

“Yeah—you’re so fucking tight, I wanna come inside you real bad.” 

“Oh shit,” Ace breathed, eyes growing wide and almost feral. Dirty talk was common between the two of you during sex, but this was new territory. “Fuck, yeah, do it, please—” he begged, eyes tearing up again and shuddering at the prospect of you impregnating him, “I wanna—wanna have your, hnngh, babies!” 

“How—how many?” 

“We’ll think about that, ah, later—” 

“Daughter or son?” 

“Not now! Wait, a son would be nice, he’d be handsome like you...”

“I want a daughter, though.” 

“Then I’ll give you both!” he swore loudly, pussy tightening around your dildo, a sign that he was close. “Babe, fuck, I think I’m gonna—gonna come—!” 

“Yeah? Come for me. You’re so—good, so fucking good.” You turned the remote to the maximum level, feeling the vigorous vibrations bleed into the tender parts of your hole and moaning shamelessly, though not allowing the pleasure to stop you from picking up pace, hitting a certain spot within Ace that made his toes curl, making sure that he felt as good as you did. 

You needn't have worried, though—Ace was shaking, crying, and the mess between his legs was filthy and mouth-watering, milk-white slick leaking out of his pussy in copious amounts, showing just how damn good you made him feel. 

“Fuck your—kids into me, please—” he begged, spreading his legs wider to accommodate your messy thrusts. “Want them so bad!” 

You could feel yourself tethering on the verge of wanting to come so badly you would die and edging yourself, eyes rolling back as you thrusted blindly into his sopping hole, one thumb pressed onto his clit to rub, hard—and Ace came all over your cock with a throaty scream of your name, clenching so tightly around your dildo that you could almost feel it—making the toy inside you gouge into that same fucking spot, and you cry out, orgasming. 

“F-fuuuck,” you panted, pulling out and collapsing on top of Ace, the action making ungodly amounts of slick and come leak out from his cunt, completely drenching his thighs. 

He was still coming down from the life-shattering climax he just experienced, body trembling as his leg muscles spasmed and jumped involuntarily. A hand slowly carded through your hair, pressing your cheek against his muscular chest, letting you feel his heart run a marathon for you. 

You laid there for several minutes, basking in the afterglow, before he finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “About… the children,” Ace muttered, frowning. He had paused, as though he wanted to say our children and not the children. “It isn’t biologically possible, you dolt. Both of us—aren’t. That.” 

“We could find a donor.” 

“Don’t want it if it’s not yours. And—I want them to look like you, too.” 

You stomped down the blush that crept onto your cheeks, smiling like a fool. “Then we’ll just have to find a devil fruit that can help us.” 

“Oh.” He smiled back, finally, before puckering up his lips to ask for a kiss, to which you happily obliged. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you pressed your pounding heart to his own, letting him know exactly how good he had been making you feel, all along.  masterlist!

[wejustvibing]

Lewis Hamilton to co-chair the 2025 Met Gala with Colman Domingo, A$AP Rocky, Pharrell Williams, and Anna Wintour & Honorary Chair LeBron James

[vaguely-concerned]

from what I infer from some of his dialogue, my guess is that while lucanis hasn't had a proper relationship before he has had one night stands and short term flings. and -- listen, I know he's a dick and a menace and probably a hopeless case but please do still spare illario dellamorte a moment of your thoughts and pity for the role of incredulous yet intrepid wing man that he's all but certainly had to play on several occasions for that to happen. there are 100% people out there who were trying SO fucking hard to get no strings attached laid by this stupidly hot emotionally unavailable mysterious stranger who won't be in town for long without lucanis ever realizing it. people who would have remained tragically unlaid if illario weren't there to clue him in.

I'm just imagining Illario staring in pure dismay and disbelief at his dumbass of a cousin failing to pick up what someone isn't just putting down but scattering all over the floor like glittery confetti burning with a magnesium flame brightness to spell out 'SIR PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE RAIL ME THIS IS AN OFFICIAL ENTHUSIASTIC INVITATION TO MY BED' and having to push him out the door after them like 'maker's breath sometimes i don't understand how you have the wits to grip the right end of a knife, lucanis, they were throwing themselves at you and you just stared at them in mild puzzlement until they gave up and went away go fucking GET THEM for the sake of my sanity if nothing else!!!'

[rue-with-the-tarot]

The irony is that internet pagans mock Christians for posting prayers on the internet but then turn around and do the same damn thing, just replacing the Christian god with their own.

[sca-nerd]

The call is coming from inside the house...