#please do ask

[im-an-anthusiast]

MY MASTERLIST

Poetry

(in no particular order)

Almost Sweet

Far Too Sweet

Is it Sweet?

Spiralling

On My Knees

For Once

Spotlight

Grasp of Gold

The God of Gold and Rust and Iron

Bleed for God

Scribbles

Beautiful Tandem

Young Boy Die

Dedicated Poetry

(Because my friends deserve their own section)

Came (Squish)

Sweet Melody (Sora)

Lights (Lights)

Burnt Butterfly (Mags)

Alone (Phoebe)

Prose

(it's really all from/about my WIP)(feel free to inquire about deets :3)

The Taste of Blood (Albion)

Like Moth to a Flame... (Albion)

...The Butterfly Too, Will Follow (Santi)

I'll Let You Have a Bite (Maxwell, Albion)

Liar, Liar + Good Enough (Erin, Maxwell)

Ditches and Spiders (Calixte)

Sweetness (Albion)

Trickster Spirit (Erin)

The Golden Son (Maxwell; by Albion)

The Silver Son (Calixte; by Albion)

Flower in Bloom (Hexstarved Lore)

[gegg-posting]

geggnoon

going insane without any gegg content

wheres gegg

also the q!phil lore???? im in shambles

anyways

i am gegg

you are gegg

we are gegg

[malarkgirlypop]

Moodboard wip tag (ask) game

This is so fun @blood-mocha-latte, I'm so down xx, thank you for the tag!!

rules: give a five word summary of each of your wips (any number of them!) and have your mutuals send an ask about one of them. then, make a (optional) moodboard that encompasses the Vibes of the fic as well as a 1-5 sentence snippet of it :)

Cowboy malark AU new OC

Collab with @next-autopsy AU Nix

Speirton for xmas maybe?

Babe and Y/N getting flirty

George wooing with jokes

Bull going for another ride

Hazel caught swimming by sledgefu

Bucky makes an appearance

Bull and a cute nurse

Singing gory-gory in the truck!

potential chuck fic

potential gene fic

Lena and Lou in love

Only 13 wooh! I really thought I had more, but there is still space.

Tagging (np): @panzershrike-pretz, @next-autopsy, @footprintsinthesxnd, @coco-bean-1218, @georgieluz, @ronald-speirs, @ronsparky, @whollyjoly

[silkysnowflakes]

Y/N X Jesus

`He goes down on me Hoping that I would give him what he desires. Little did he know, I dreamt of him touching a helpless bug like a shiny bitch. I really needed to have that kind of feeling for eternity. As I took a fat gulp of his sweat when he gagged on my toes, he growled and snarled at me. I really felt it touch the deepest part of my vajayjay. As he whispered the alphabet in my belly button, I shook in excitement. My teeth chattered against his pubes while he gripped my grippers reassuringly. Suddenly I peed on his keys and he was smirking at the flustered mess I had on tuesday. Then he jumped down onto my uterus aggressively, asserting his dominance. 

”Kitten, don't make daddy horny” He whimpers, making babies out of tissue paper. He liked babies that squirt all over his massive schlong. 

“Go down Jesus, I'm waiting for your babies to stop squirting.” I moaned.

“But I like babies that squirt all over my juicy meat grippers” He grunts as he stomps on the pool floaties i'm currently eating.

Pissing on the bench, I decided that Jesus wasn't meant to be my husbando, but we still have children and Michael Jackson's sexual fantasies. He groped my grippers when I moaned cutely Nya~. I slapped his Testes triumphantly with cockiness. Jesus ate my coochie like an apple, making me tinkle and sprinkle cutely. I really felt violated by his eyelashes. They were so long and thick, just enough to touch my deepest crevice of my ovaries. As he huffed and puffed and cuffed my tatas, making my hairs moist and slick, squishing my eyeballs. Then I farted so cutely. 

“Damn shawty” Jesus said, “I want you to ligma testes” 

He ate my sensitive little fingernail seductively with passion. 

“Ouch,” Jesus exclaimed. “You hot caterpillar. I am penetrated by your kidneys”

I moaned softly in response. In the background, I could hear careless whispers playing as he merges into my scalp. My body is trembling as he's in my scalp and I flick his toes swedely.. “Want a break from the ads?” He whispers in my nostril, unsure if I can continue with his goofy ahh antics. Then we fucked til the witching hour on a sunday church service. He grunted sexily with frustration as he tried to pull shit out of my clit. Then he squirted silly string cutely with pleasure, indefinitely causing a seizure. His long schlong stabbed my liver as he convulsed the holy spirit out of me. Then, Jesus died. It only took three seconds for him to be resurrected. I sighed in annoyance and stabbed him to make sure he wouldn’t resurrect again. Then a bright light shone in my eyes, effectively blinding me. 

“H-HOW!?” I screamed “You’re supposed to be dead!”

“You thought! Nerd.” Jesus said before taking out a belt and beating me with it.

“HARDER” I yelped. I could feel him holding back. Jesus wasn't beating me properly, and it was making me angry.  

edit: YES I know it looks unfinishded but trust me do you REALLY want me to keep going?

[asherasgayagenda]

hey guys have you heard of Shiguang VS the forces of the Macarena Rubber Duck

[sylsoddsandends]

One of my favorite kinds of humor is when characters go about solving their problems in unnecessarily over-the-top ways, but it makes sense because they're over-the-top people.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[kosmogrl]

it's august so remember to live for the hope it all

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Yall remember how Texas had that "report an abortion" form that they had to take down after a week?

Well, Missouri has one, only it's for reporting transgender concerns.

Comrades. Friends. Romans. Countrymen. You know what to do.

[christadeguchi]

if nothing else can save america this zero-year-old fairy baby otter with no gender can. chiitan's platform is love. and chaos.

[krazykupidspoems]

WIP game

Was tagged by @dathomirdumpsterfire

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Second time posting the ask so im going just leave out the one that was already asked about.

TFP- Moonwhisper's "Pets"

SWTCW- What the Force Wants

Mando/BoBF- What the Manda Wants (sequel)

Star Wars Legends- Time Travel Korda XI

TFP- My Lady

[museaway]

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[hinamie]

spiraling

[sopping-beast]

Dykes that are built like industrial equipment. You agree.

[mushtoons]

miku!!! would like for you to click ur links!

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[tam--lin]

In light of increasing anti-trans and anti-abortion laws in the United States, I am once again humbly requesting you inform yourself about jury nullification, your ability as a juror to vote against convicting people being prosecuted under unjust laws. Nullification was instrumental in legalizing abortion in Canada - it informed jurors can use it to help protect healthcare workers and protesters in the US, too.