#pls someone understand the vision

[burrito-salad]

concept: digimon tamers x precure ✨

[torturedpoetsunite]

foolish one who never learned her lessons on her knees asking to change the prophecy pipeline. in this essay i will

[braindos]

Does this mean anything to anyone

[yeehawitsjakee]

[littlestarbigsky]

i want to see the outsiders movie remade shot for shot with the same exact script but with the musical cast and their dynamics and acting choices :)

pretty pls :) okay thank you :)

[ashketeers]

!Dangerously Yours Spoilers! (just in case)

This scene but it’s DarkFuture

DP as Catherine

FB as Rudolph

.. perhaps?

[bloodstained-moon]

why are wolfstar lowkey 50% off rei and nagisa

[specific-dreamer]

you know how dally says man in every other sentence? pony says tuh

like hell well freeze over before he says more than three sentences without saying tuh

this might be a southern thing now that i think abt it. but when ur disgusted/being rude or just soemthign negative adjacent, you say it with like a scoff at the beginning and then “uh-tuh”.

“ponyboy do this jacket make me look tuff?”“tuh! you look like *insert some dork from that time period*”

“ponyboy don’t forget your jacket after track today.”

“darry! tuh, when have i ever forgotten my jacket at track” (he only has one jacket at home because he kept forgetting them at track practice and they’ve accumulated in his locker)

*after doing some complicated style to his hair* “tuh i look good as all get out”

he probably even says it before he laughs at something

it’s gets him into a lot of trouble especially at school because he’ll hear something funny or a teacher will berate another student and under his breathe he just goes “tuh” with a smile that he’s obviously trying to hide and the adults always think he’s causing trouble or he’s back talking

[b0rntol1ve]

ok hear me out

sometimes i just want to have a hot stalker 💔 like wow u like me enough to know what i’m up to 24/7 that’s like really hot.. like ur really creepy but like that’s kinda hot

[stellartraveler]

I was looking through the list of femme transformers on tfwiki cuz why not. Clicking on names, looking at their designs when I stumbled upon this one.

She is soooo pretty!!! IDK but just something about this render is just doing things to my brain. And she has fucking tommy guns as her weapons! She's from the aligned continuity, specifically the cancelled game Transformers Universe that didn't get to leave beta testing. You want to know the best part about her tho? Her name is literally Cameo. I-I just love her and she now has a place in my mind and I need to bring peoples attention to her mainly because I think it would be hilarious if people started to just... add her in the background of random continuities. Like you just see this random pinkish-purple femme in the background and are just like "Oh yeah it's a Cameo cameo"

[teh-nos]

somewhere out there is the one other person who will appreciate this minor photoshopping

[starlovincowboy]

Gravity Falls but dipper has dyslexia and can barley read ford's handwriting.

Like I think it'd be so funny bc a lot of ppl like to say stan has dyslexia but what if dipper (the dork who likes to read) does and he's over here not only trying to decipher these fuckass codes but also ford's cursive handwriting and stressing tf out over it.

Especially in like dire situations when they're under like gnome attack or smth and he's like "WHAT DOES THIS EVEN SAY???"

I just think it'd be neat guys ok

Pls tell me u guys understand my vision

[hissterical-nyaan]

Call me Terra Nullius with the way I'm waiting to get ploughed

[luvsupa]

JUST ONE HOUR!

tags: exhusband!toji x fem!reader, businessman toji (guys pls he’s rich in this </3), petnames, smut (p in v), unprotected, mentions of reader being a mother again, etc. mdni.

w.c: 1.4k

a/n: sawryy been kinda ia bc of uni </33

you step into the crowded venue alone, the air thick with chatter and the lively notes of a string quartet filling the beautifully decorated hall. everyone around you is dressed elegantly for your ex-husband’s extravagant charity event. you hadn’t wanted to show support for him, but after much convincing from your friends and children, you reluctantly gave in, promising yourself you’d only stay for an hour.

as you navigate through the crowds of familiar faces, many of your old friends greet you, their compliments on your long, black, sparkly dress feeling insincere. awkwardly making small talk, you realize how distant you’ve become from these people since your divorce from toji.

“how are your children, mrs. fushiguro?” a married woman asks, her arm linked tightly with her husband’s—who, as you know, is traveling abroad to cheat on her.

“i’d prefer if you didn’t call me fushiguro; we’re not married anymore, remember?” you respond, lifting your empty ring finger to emphasize your point. gasps of shock ripple through the group at your “rudeness.”

“oh, darling, I completely understand your desire to drop the fushiguro name. it’s not like you have the charm or elegance to carry it anyway,” another married woman chimes in, laughter erupting around you, igniting a fiery rage in your chest.

“honestly, if toji were with someone like me, I’d take care of his every need in ways you can only dream of. I know how to keep a man satisfied, which is clearly something you’re not equipped for,” a third woman interjects, pushing your anger to its peak. the background chatter fades away as your breathing becomes heavy and your vision narrows.

“well, it’s a shame you think you’re so special because, from what I hear, your husbands are cheating on you. I guess when you can’t satisfy them, they go looking elsewhere—”

before you can finish, toji strides in from behind you. his large hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his broad chest as he leans down to your ear. “easy, brat. I can’t let you go on with that mouth of yours,” he scolds, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. you can’t help but hitch your breath at the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

the expressions of the married women shift, their eyes darting to their husbands, who stammer awkwardly at their words. you suppress a giggle as chaos erupts around you, arguments bubbling up as they turn on their partners. with everyone distracted, you push toji’s hand away from your waist and turn to scoff at him. but fuck, he looks good. his black, luxurious suit hugs his frame perfectly, the white button-up shirt undone just enough to reveal a hint of his toned chest. toji smirks, the scar on the corner of his lips rising as he notices how you scan him.

you push past the crowd, making your way up the large spiral staircase while exchanging polite greetings with those you pass. you can feel his eyes boring into your back—an almost burning sensation—as you glance over your shoulder to catch him in the sea of wealthy businessmen, sipping on champagne. your heart races when you see him flaunting the matching wedding ring you once shared, its brilliance shining in the bright venue.

hastily, you rush up the steps, opening door after door in search of an unoccupied washroom. frustration mounts with each locked door, but hope reignites when you spot double doors at the end of the hall. as if your prayers have been answered, the doors swing open to reveal the most beautiful room you’ve ever seen—a private lounge. your eyes sparkle as you take in the elegant decor, complete with a private kitchen and balcony.

your heels clack against the polished marble floor as you place your clutch on the large island table, relief washing over you as you settle into the quiet space, far removed from the pretentious crowd downstairs.

“trying to slip away? don’t pretend you’re not enjoying the chase; I know you’d miss me way too much,”

a low voice booms in the serene atmosphere, startling you. you turn to see toji standing there with his hands in his pockets, slowly striding toward you until he’s right in front of you, looking down at you with a smirk.

“you look so good, doll,” he says, his voice low as he leans against the island table, biting his lower lip as he admires your figure in the elegant dress.

and you really—really tried to resist him.

but it was impossible to think straight with the way he was pounding into you, hitting every perfect angle and reaching the deepest parts of your throbbing hole. your slick walls clenched around his thick shaft, making it all the more maddening. toji had you bent over the island table, your dress bunched up around your waist, leaving your bare ass exposed in the private lounge. your eyes rolled back as his relentless thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, his grip on your hips nearly bruising. the room filled with the sinful sounds of skin slapping and the broken melodies of your moans mingling with his low groans.

“my. . . pretty. . fuckin’. . wife.” toji growled, each word punctuated by a deep, punishing thrust that slammed into your sweet spot, sending jolts of pleasure through your trembling body. his hand shot up, tangling in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing your back to arch while he relentlessly pounded into you.

“t-toj’—” you stammered, your voice barely coherent between breathless moans, your body jerking with each rough thrust. “’s too m-much…” your words trailed off into high-pitched whines, your mind too hazy to form anything more than desperate pleas.

leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear, his hot breath igniting every nerve in your body. “you can take it, you’re a big girl,” he rasped, nibbling on your earlobe, his voice dripping with dominance. “look at you, babbling for me.”

the wet, obscene sound of your cunt squelching around him only fueled his pace, your moans intertwining with the sinful symphony as he continued driving into you without mercy, pulling more helpless words from your lips.

in a swift motion, toji hoisted your leg up, his grip firm and unrelenting, holding it in place as his hips snapped forward at a brutal, faster pace. the new angle sent shockwaves through you as his thick tip pressed deeper, practically rearranging your insides. the intense sensation made you crumble, barely able to hold yourself together as he drove you closer to the edge with every thrust.

“gonna make you a pretty mama again, mmm? all filled up.” toji rasped in your ear, his voice low and teasing as you sobbed loudly, tears spilling down your cheeks, nearly drooling at the thought of being filled to the brim. a smirk tugged at his lips when he felt you clench around him,

so fuckin’ nasty, he thought.

he snaked the hand on your neck down to your sensitive nub, pinching your clit between his fingers and sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your leg began to shake.

“i can feel it—hahh— you in my tummy,” you whimpered, the realization igniting a rush of pleasure and desperation within you. toji lost it at your words, his breath hitching as he looked down, watching the outline of your stomach stretch against the fabric of your dress, the bulge unmistakably visible.

the sight drove him absolutely feral, a primal hunger surging through him. “hn, f-fuck, baby,” he whimpered, the words slipping from his lips as he struck even harder, each powerful stroke pushing you closer to your limits.

“mr. fushiguro, i-it’s time for your speech.”

your heart dropped at the sound of a female voice behind the doors, a stark reminder of the world waiting just outside. but toji—oh, toji—his primal instincts kicked in, and the thought of being interrupted only fuelling his desire to finish inside you. nothing would stop him from pleasing his baby.

“t-toj’… you— ngh— you have to go…” you squeaked, desperation lacing your voice as he harshly slapped your slick, throbbing cunt, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. your thighs sticky as cobwebs of your arousal clung to his fingers, causing you to tremble uncontrollably.

“upp we go,” a smirk spread across toji’s face as he stepped back, maintaining his cock snug against your gummy walls. with a firm grip, he lifted both of your legs, carrying you as he approached the doors leading to the balcony where the majority of the guests awaited his speech.

fuck.

“just a little longer, baby,” he growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “i want them all to know you belong to me.”

[daylightstring]

˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎ my success stories so far

disclaimer: i’m posting this just for the sake of sharing my results and hopefully motivating someone 💕. the law is very, very real. it may take some time to fully understand it or make it ‘click,’ but with persistence comes success! no, these aren’t all of my success stories. i don’t want to attach photo results for these bc of privacy reasons obvi.

also, in the nicest way possible, pls don’t constantly message me about this. i am not a coach or anything of the sort, just a person who understands the law well but i still have a life of my own!

˖⋆࿐໋ i. fuller lips. i don’t want to post a before-and-after pic of this for privacy reasons, especially since my future will involve being in the spotlight (🙈). however, @aesaekki can vouch for my results.

what did i do? i listened to this subliminal and simply assumed that my lips were fuller! no ifs, no hows. my reality had no choice but to reflect that back to me. my lips are super full now, similar to aishwarya rai's!

˖⋆࿐໋ ii. airpods. this was probably my first ‘big’ manifestation, and it’s a bit old hahaha (back from my law of attraction phase). i saved a pic of airpods to my pinterest board and forgot about it tbh. i wasn’t even specifically manifesting airpods, but my brother gave me $150 in cash out of nowhere (which was a miracle in itself), and the second miracle was that the airpods went on sale for exactly $150 despite them being around $200 in my country. this was also when there was no sales happening.

˖⋆࿐໋ iii. different eye shape and face shape. i used to have an oblong face shape (19 cm), but now i have a heart-shaped face (around 15 cm)! my eyes were rounder before, but now they’re almond-shaped and much bigger. for this, i had a clear vision of my desired appearance and kept affirming that i already had it. i have a pinterest board called 'feautres' which helps me visualise. i listened to some subs on and off, but my main ‘method’ was just affirming.

˖⋆࿐໋ iv. getting into my desired university. this was a mix of manifestation and hard work! i love school and studied super hard, but my dream university was one of the best in my state, so even my studying might not have been enough. however, i am the exception to every rule. i got into my dream course, and uni has been amazing and honestly so easy so far! the day before acceptance results, my self-concept was super high, i kept reminding myself that i already got in. and i did!

˖⋆࿐໋ v. height increase, weight loss, model body. ok so i’m asian, and my whole life ppl told me i would be short forever. at some point, i internalised it. but after discovering the law, i realized that was just an assumption being forced on me. so i started assuming what i actually wanted!

i also improved my diet and worked out regularly, which definitely helped. i listened to specific subs for the height and weight i wanted. that’s pretty much it. i never beat myself up over this, nor did i ever feel disappointed. i just lived with the confidence that i already had my desired height and body.

˖⋆࿐໋ vi. quantum jumping for my identity shift. this is my favorite success story. i used to be painfully shy, and it wasn’t benefiting me in the slightest. i researched quantum jumping and decided, once and for all, that i was gonna change my entire personality.

i listened to some subs and meditations, which helped, but the real results didn’t come until i found this one meditation. and oh. my. god. i physically felt a bright yellow light pouring down on my body, and when i got up, my hands felt lighter (?). i don’t even know how to describe it.

after that meditation, my life has not been the same. i wanted a personality with the positive traits of blair waldorf, maddy perez, glinda, and jennie kim. that’s exactly how i would describe myself now. and having this new personality has definitely made manifestation easier bc confidence is the elixir for skillful reality creation.

that’s all i feel like sharing for now 💕

i have stories about manifesting money, sp’s, getting desired clothes but those aren’t that ‘major’ imo.

i’ve only been actively practicing the law for about five months. i have bigger manifestations in the works, and i’ll def post a major success story about my life doing a full 180° if i’m still on tumblr. but that’s not really something i want to happen right now hahaha.

again, i hope this motivates u, but pls don’t bombard me with questions about it, i have uni and other things to focus on! i love uuuuu

[sturniololuvz]

Pls do a fic where reader is still pretty young (early teens) and she has a friend who is a boy and he wants to be more then friends and tries to force himself onto her and the triplets notice she has bruises on her and she just busts out crying

okkkk!

“Safe With Us”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: crying , sexual suggestive conent

Y/N had always been close with her brothers. Chris, Matt, and Nick were more than just siblings—they were her protectors, her best friends. They joked around, teased her, and occasionally got on her nerves, but she knew, without a doubt, that they always had her back.

That’s why she didn’t want them to know.

She didn’t want them to see the bruises.

She didn’t want them to know what he had done.

Her so-called friend—someone she had trusted—had taken things too far. At first, it was just small things, little comments that made her uncomfortable. Then he started pushing her boundaries—touching her in ways that made her skin crawl, cornering her when no one was around. She had told him no. She had begged him to stop.

But he didn’t listen.

And now, here she was, sitting at the dinner table with her brothers, her sleeves tugged low over her wrists, pretending everything was fine.

Except it wasn’t.

Chris noticed first. He always did. His sharp eyes caught the way she flinched when she shifted in her seat, the way she avoided their gazes.

“Yo, you good?” he asked casually, but his tone held an edge of concern.

Y/N forced a smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Nick frowned. “You sure? You seem… off.”

Matt’s gaze drifted to her hands, where she was gripping her hoodie sleeves so tightly her knuckles were white. His stomach twisted. Something was wrong.

And then, Chris saw it.

A small gap between her sleeve and her wrist. The faint outline of a bruise.

His expression darkened. “What’s that?”

Y/N quickly yanked her sleeve back down. “Nothing.”

Chris wasn’t buying it. “Y/N.” His voice was softer now, but firm. “Show me.”

She shook her head, her heart pounding. “It’s—It’s nothing, Chris. I swear.”

Matt and Nick shared a glance before Matt reached out gently. “Please, Y/N.”

Her hands trembled as she slowly rolled up her sleeve, revealing dark bruises along her wrist. The air in the room shifted instantly.

Chris’s jaw clenched. Nick inhaled sharply. Matt’s fists tightened.

“Who did this?” Chris demanded, his voice low, controlled—but barely.

Y/N’s vision blurred with tears. “I—I don’t—”

“Who. Did. This?” Nick repeated, his tone leaving no room for avoidance.

And then, it all came crashing down.

She broke. Sobs wracked her small frame as she covered her face with her hands. “I didn’t want you to know,” she choked out. “I thought I could handle it—I tried, but he wouldn’t stop, and I—I didn’t know what to do.”

The triplets didn’t need to hear anything else.

Chris immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. “It’s okay,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re safe now.”

Nick ran a soothing hand up and down her back. “You should’ve told us,” he murmured, his own anger barely contained. “We would’ve helped you.”

Matt, still sitting in stunned silence, finally spoke. “Who was it?” His voice was eerily calm, but his hands were shaking.

Y/N sniffled, pulling back slightly. “It—It was—” She hesitated, eyes filled with fear.

Chris cupped her face gently. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. Just tell us.”

She took a shaky breath before whispering his name.

The room went silent.

Chris, Matt, and Nick exchanged a look that Y/N had never seen before. A silent understanding passed between them—one filled with fury, protectiveness, and a promise.

“Where does he live?” Chris asked, his tone dangerously quiet.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Chris—”

Nick shook his head. “We’re not letting this slide.”

Matt’s jaw tightened. “Nobody—nobody—gets to hurt our sister and walk away.”

Y/N sniffled, gripping Chris’s hoodie. “I just don’t want you guys to get in trouble.”

Chris exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down. “Okay. Okay.” He gently wiped a tear from her cheek. “But we are telling Mom and Dad. And we’re making sure this never happens again.”

Nick nodded. “And you’re never going near him again. Ever.”

Matt leaned in, his voice softer now. “You’re not alone in this, Y/N. We’ve got you.”

A fresh wave of tears spilled down her face, but this time, it wasn’t out of fear. It was relief.

She wasn’t alone.

And with her brothers by her side, she knew she never would be.

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