#please give me all the cards I want

[lowcallyfruity]

I’m cooked.

It’s so over guys.

I’m done

[thegreatyin]

as a mr cards player i agree with people saying it should lock me out of things. if we ever have a major storyline directly dealing with revolutionaries or a similar anti-bazaar faction the devs should make my job specifically harder because im a master of the bazaar while meanwhile the guys who actively went against and/or murdered one of them get bonuses in my place. it would be just as much enrichment to me as it would other people who did other ambitions i prommy

[adventuresingingerland]

💔 THE DEVIL (Upright) 💔 oppression, addiction, obsession, dependency, excess, powerlessness, limitations HAPPY OFMD S2 DAY EVERYONE!! I am beyond excited to see the new season and wanted to get this piece done before I embarked on that journey. OFMD has been very inspiring to me and really helped me push my art this past year, leading to some really lovely/cool pieces. I look forward to seeing where the next season will take me <3 This piece is inspired/referenced from those gorgeous Dragon Age tarot cards, mainly The Devil one here, because boy does it fit that end-of-season-one Ed mood.

[satogoh]

my honest reaction to seeing vectors name in the duel links character leaks

[rorys-mess]

I did that Beatles spinny wheel thing (I know nothing about The Beatles) and got Rocky Raccoon, had a listen and I liked it! Thank you for the nice song!

I also got Paul Mccartney but have no point of reference lol.

Aweee :) I'm absolutely delighted to hear you liked the song.

You ended up actually getting the slightly statistically improbable matchup of the original signer with their proper song! (Also one of the songs of the white album that's actually good. Looking at you 'Why Don't We Do It In the Road', the song Paul wrote after seeing two monkeys having sex in the middle of the street, and 'Revolution 9'. )

If you had to perform it with Paul, he's definitely the easiest of the four to do that with. That man would have absolutely no problem taking over 90% of the song and would even make it fun. Probably.

[violentdevotion]

263 ! Love <3

bit of an ambitious one but i think the repetition and assertive language means that you should fight for what/who you want. come to me I think makes that clear but even 'lay me down' as opposed to 'i'll lie down' emphasises how important having that other person in your life is. all in all i think if you're seeking love it's telling you to not give in to hopelessness

[snailfen]

i might open commissions so i can save up for a laptop cus ...... i need a new one

[collgeruledzebra]

DMV GIVE ME NY NEW LEARNERS PERMIT I JUST WANT TO RENEW NY LIBRARY CARDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[autumnday19]

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[andragoras-in-vanity]

did i almost have a breakdown today because there were too many strawberries in my smoothie? maybe. maybe.

[aviatrix-ash]

Probably not making any art these next few weeks, learned recently the faa decided late next month will be when they change my exams/requirements, so if I don't get these done before then I'll be tested on new plane maintenance stuff when I've spent the last 2 years learning old plane maintenance stuff. It works out for me personally tho, as it seems now, I will be doing very very old plane maintenance stuff post school.

But I can't lie when I mention they needed to update aviation maintenance curriculum. It has rarely been updated since about the 1950s. :'))

So yah, I'm like 75-80% ready for this exam, I'd have had it done sooner but I've been fighting burnout for real. Been going at this almost nonstop for over 2 years now. Had a couple 2 week breaks in between, it helped a little. I'm at the point where the burnout has been hovering so long tho it's hard to recognize it some days. But Iwould like to get this done and out the way before the sky cops screw me out of nearly 800 bucks for 2 exams I've been studying my ass off for. ((':

Plus I want that license in my hand so bad. It's a deep personal thing. I've worked even longer and harder just to get stable on my feet long enough to be able to go back to school. Just got 2 1/2 months left tho, won't be too hard, it's just getting thru it. That victory will be sweet tho, and then that's when the real fun (and more flying) begins 😌

[controlled-haterade]

i want to have a meltdown about being overwhelmed and im tired of seeing socially awkward people blame their every action on "autism" when none of them have ever interacted with an actually autistic person who has physical outbursts and limited vocabulary and watering down what the meaning of autism is and im tired of people talking about gay sex because nobody except them is talking about gay sex when we could be talking about anything else and i can't handle physical touch anymore and my stomach has been hurting for 2 days and im TIRED

[jayparked]

sunoo pls im begging....pls come home

[victory-cookies]

god I’m so torn. I have a few things I really buy rn but realistically I don’t think I can afford all of them. So I’m trying to weigh what I should let myself but bc I haven’t bought myself anything nice in a while

[hellbatschilt]

Genuinely surprised when people follow me for XIV stuff because I haven't talked about it properly on here in a while... When the expac comes out, I'll be all over that though I prommy (different way of saying promise)

[tojisun]

simon grunts, his chest heaving as he palms at his chub, tracing the twitching muscle of his cock and letting out a hiss at the muted pleasure that razes through him. he shivers at the heated look you give him, your pretty eyes awash with desire, scalding as it trails down the lines of his bulk until it settles on his flesh.

“ah,” you whisper and simon nearly moans at the awe in your voice.

“s’right, baby,” he says, feeling the way he pulses underneath his low-hanging sweats. “s’all f’r you.”

there is a whine that drags itself from the base of your throat, so primal in the way it scratches your vocal cords, and simon has to fist his cock to stop himself from rutting against his palm.

“i can’t,” you whine, pouting, your eyes still trained on his groin. “‘m gonna be late for work.”

“please,” he croaks out, breathless himself. “how about jus’ the tip, love? jus’ give daddy a taste of you ‘round me, yeah?”

simon knows it is playing dirty to pull this card on you—to exploit your one weakness—but simon’s guilt is tucked underneath his stretching need, the desire bloating as it leaks past his rationality, leaving him with thinning restraints.

your sharp inhale is all the answer he needs.

he bites the inside of his cheek to tamp down the smirk dancing to the corners of his lips.

“okay,” you reply, tentative and quiet. “but just the tip, you promise?”

“swear,” simon murmurs.

like a goddamn liar.

he relishes in the squeals dripping from your parted lips, only for them to be muffled into your pillow.

he’s got you on your knees, your front all but pressed flat on the bed, your arms having lost the energy to keep yourself up as simon fucks you from the back. he’s got fistfuls of your ass, using them as sweet, sweet leverage as he manhandles your body back to his cock.

“so good f’r daddy, sweet’art,” he rumbles, his voice so deep it even sounds foreign to him. “so, so fuckin’ good, love.”

he punctuates his words with hard thrusts; drawing his cock out slowly, deliberately torturous so he can watch the way your hole grips at his cock, not wanting to let him go, before punching it back in. he doesn’t stop and keeps pushing his cock past the gummy press of your walls until his hips are pressed flush to the fat of your ass.

then, he repeats the process—sharp snaps of his hips leaving you twitching, and simon watches with a crazed giddiness as your hands uselessly scratch at the sheets as though that could tether you.

he bends forward, his bulk covering your trembling body. “such a cute darlin’ for me, lovie.” he ruts his cock along a particular sweet spot. “say ‘thank you’ to daddy?”

he hears a warbled reply from where your head is pressed to your pillow.

“hmm? wha’s ‘at?”

simon cups a hand on your forehead and carefully pulls, tipping your head up just enough that he can hear you.

he hears a hiccuped sob, then, “than’ you, daddy.”

simon giggles and presses a kiss on the back of your head. “what a good doll y’are.”

something about that makes your body tremble, spasming in his hold, and simon watches with awe as your toes curl, before he has to let go of you at the sudden tightening of your walls. his eyes go white, his ears ringing with a sharp static.

he feels so, so overwhelmed at the expanding euphoria that washes over him, lapping at the synapses from the back of his skull to the cavity of his ribs.

“you came,” simon mutters in awe, his voice passing through his teeth like a gritted hiss. “christ, lovie-”

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