#randomm

[isntthatsweetiguessso]

is anyone just tired of reading smut? just me? smut's fun every once in a while but i hate those long ass kink warnings and shit like i dont need to consume that on the internet? no hate towards writers or readers of smut, just tryna voice my opinion. but srsly, i need 10K words of well written angst angst ANGST not 10K words of smut with like 50 different positions and kinks

[atlasprefects]

D,what are u doing there? ○_○

[v-67]

So I'm kinda waiting for Demon Slayer's latest season to be released completely before I start watching it, and every time I scroll around to watch something, I see Tanjiro looking at me like that

And it feels like, he's either judging me or being sad about why I am not watching him😭😂😂

So while scrolling I make a 🥹 face, and say Don't look at me like that, i gotta wait until the whole season is released🥲 and feeling slightly guilty, I scroll around

Also I've completed watching everything in my continue watching list, I only rewatch them because, no reason, love em. Idk why I felt like I needed to say that, but eh.

Also, pls pls pls, No spoilers. Waiting for the show to be completely released and I'll binge watch it. So no spoilers okay? Thanks, love you😗✌️

[chrisslutx]

I love your comments, they are always the best lmao

OMG TYSM! WHO IS THIS THOO? ID LOVE TO TALK TO UU!

[haruchi-slit]

is it just me or...do other smut writers casually watch porn for ideas or what? (is it just me?😭)

(i have writer's block goddd I can't write the cheerleader au!!!)

[innstarde322]

I’m only creating some 3 chapters for starter if any interested or feel like I wanna to continue on writing but again I will continue writing at least…

August 10, Saturday, 2024

[crestfallen-infatuation]

It's funny I just realized something about my getting ready process.

I'll stand in front of my closet & won't touch anything. I'll just stand there and envision clothes and piece together an outfit in my mind first, then I'll go and pick out the exact pieces I thought of.

[manonela]

AESPA | Armageddon

[randomm-person]

My online frens keep finding me here and every single time I just screech like the screaming cet emote

[vypridae]

not a vent but discussion of sui (i am FINE do not WORRY ABOUT ME)

every time i debate sui, every single time, the one sole thing that keeps me from it is this tiktok i saw. crazy i know but hear me out

this tiktok, wasn't a sui note or something. it was a tiktok about this person apologizing for trying it.

to their cat

and, i have a cat. two cats, but one of them in specific seems to love me very much. i do a lot for the cats in the house in comparison to everyone else here, and thus, he's taken a liking to me.

and one thing in that tiktok that stuck out to me was: "i'm sorry i didn't put food in your bowl when i got home." (or something along those lines)

and it hurt me, as a cat owner, and i think i cried reading that because the cat must have been so scared, worried, confused. must have been waiting for food, must have been trying to figure out why there were men coming inside that they didn't know

and honestly, what if that was me and my cat in that situation. i'd feel awful. terrible owner, and i'd never live it down if i survived but my cat was so, so scared, and confused, for however long it would have been

tldr when i live on my own my immediate goal, is to get a cat. of my own, for an incentive to not try anything drastic. because i need to be there for my future cat. to feed them, water them, love them, everything. that's my plan, and it'll work because every time i'll think about it, i'll remember that tiktok. and i'll almost cry, and i'll find my cat and i'll pet them and love them out of my own thoughts, until i realize i need to live for that cat, if not for myself.

[v-67]

I've been calling the word subside as subscede and I suddenly wondered if the word is actually spelled like that (subscede) and I found that the word subscede doesn't exist

And idk, can we just bring the word subscede? It's just, so nice? Try saying it. Sub-seed. Subscede. So much better than Sub-SIDE

No hate for subside, but idk. I like the word subscede.

[the-girl-who-flies]

Howdy Everyone. This is Jason.

Jason is a silly raccoon that I got as an extension for my Twitch Channel before I realized I need to be an Affiliate to be able to, uh, feed him. Fortunately I only need, like, 50 followers for that. So yeah, literally, follow me to feed my pet pixel raccoon. I stream games and stuff. RN it’s mostly Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines in the evenings (for the western hemisphere), but I’ll play some other stuff from time to time, and occasionally draw sexy gay stuff. Because why would I not.

Aye, that’s about it

Le channel

[scorpionqueenx]

Sag rising.

I find it funny how for so many years I thought I was a Capricorn rising just to realize I am definitely a Sagittarius rising.

Now that I know much more about astrology then I did when I began this tumblr I reflect back on it and it makes so much sense. I cant believe I deprived myself of this information for so long just for being in denial.

Reason for that being is that I went by what my mom said my time of birth was. It wasn't until a few years ago I decided to plug in what my BC said and boom... sag rising.

I still denied it for like another two years until I couldn't deny it any longer. Its been a little more then a year now and every few days I laugh at some sag rising characteristic. Like thats some sag shit right there. I am also a sag mercury so I think about that and its like well duh. LOL I see it now.

[innstarde322]

August 7, Wednesday, 2024

From mm loves

Draft is the best. Fiction is at the best.

++——>> “the start where the end losing at given time and given time losing its beginning only the best and worst speaking the volume of certainty that drafting the forever of weary wins…” the words read it over, over, over, and over. No matter the facts that the nature of nature waiting for the day of truth and true to all eyes of eyes. There are no wars. Wars are just little playthings. Broken at rules of letters from words. No one can taste the loss…

Probably to be continued…?

Short notepad given and testing out.

Do not copy all on this blog pleaswe

[thetwilightrepublic]

The Twilight Republic: 4

4. The Road to Berlin

Elena’s fingers tightened around the grip of the gun, leveling the barrel at the approaching SUV. She didn’t hesitate—three shots rang out, piercing the dark air. The first hit the windshield with a satisfying crack, the second grazed the side of the vehicle, and the third struck the tire. The SUV swerved violently, its driver struggling to regain control. Elena’s pulse surged. It wouldn’t be enough.

The car bucked beneath her as the driver swerved around another tight corner, the engine roaring in protest. Thrown back inside the car, Elena’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. The convoy was still there, relentless. They knew what she had done. Valérie’s betrayal, her defection from the SVR, had made Elena a marked woman, and the threat wasn’t some vague notion anymore. It was real, tangible, and it was closing in fast.

“Driver!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the tension. “Floor it. We need distance.”

He didn’t need further prompting. The car shot forward, the tires screeching as they tore down the narrow streets of Paris, cutting across intersections with no regard for traffic lights. The sound of the pursuing vehicles grew louder, but Elena could see the gap widening. They’d gained some breathing room.

Until the impact came.

It was a blur—an explosion of metal and glass—as another black SUV rammed the Audi from the side, sending them spinning out of control. Elena’s body was thrown violently to the side as the world tilted. The driver fought to regain control, but it was no use. The car flipped, tumbling end over end, the crash noise deafening as the world blurred into a violent mess of twisting metal and shattering glass.

The car finally came to a stop, its belly resting on the cold asphalt, and for a few seconds, Elena could only hear the ringing in her ears. Blood dripped down from her forehead where a shard of glass had cut her. Her pulse hammered in her chest, but there was no time to dwell on the pain. The operatives were already moving toward the wreckage. She could hear the boots crunching on debris, the sound of them fanning out.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she fought to pull herself from the overturned car. The glass in the window had shattered, leaving her with an escape route. She crawled out through the passenger-side window, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The world spun around her as she staggered to her feet, her legs weak from the crash.

Two SVR operatives approached from the SUV, guns drawn. Their eyes locked onto her, and the game was on. Elena’s hand shot out, drawing her Glock from the holster with a fluid motion.

The first man didn’t even have time to react before Elena pulled the trigger. He fell with a muffled thud, his body crumpling to the pavement. The second operative drew his weapon, but Elena was faster. A clean shot to the chest, and he was down, no more than a shadow in the dark street.

Silence descended, save for the faint sounds of sirens in the distance.

Elena wiped the blood from her brow with the back of her hand, scanning the wreckage. Her driver—he was dead. She could feel the weight of the loss pressing on her chest. But there was no time for grief. She had to keep moving.

A flash of silver caught her eye.

A sleek sports car came barreling around the corner, tires screeching as it slid to a stop a few feet away. The driver—a middle-aged man with graying hair and a look of stunned confusion on his face—stared at the wreckage. He didn’t know what had just happened, but he didn’t need to.

“Out of the car,” Elena barked, her voice cold and unyielding.

The man hesitated, his eyes darting between her and the wreckage. The SVR operatives were dead, but the danger was far from over. He had no idea how close he was to becoming part of the problem.

“I said out of the car!” Elena repeated, her voice more forceful this time.

The man swallowed, then scrambled out of the sports car, the keys trembling in his hand.

Elena didn’t waste time. She slid into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life beneath her. Without a word, she tossed him the keys to the black SUV she’d just taken out. “It’s an upgrade,” she said flatly, her eyes scanning the street for any signs of incoming traffic. “Don’t ask questions. Get in.”

The man looked down at the keys in his hand, clearly unsure, but Elena didn’t give him the luxury of hesitation. She revved the engine, the roar of the sports car drowning out the distant sound of sirens. She knew the police would be on their way soon. She didn’t have much time.

“Look,” she said, her voice calm despite the chaos. “Punch in your own registration on the dashboard and it’ll update the plates. You’re safe to take it. But don’t use the GPS. If you do, they’ll find you. They’ll find me. Understand?”

The man stared at her, mouth agape, but nodded slowly. Elena could see the fear in his eyes, but she wasn’t in the business of coddling.

“Good. Now go.”

Without another word, Elena slammed the car into gear and sped off, the sleek silver car tearing down the streets of Paris. The man stood there, watching her vanish into the distance, his mind racing as he processed the events that had just unfolded.

But Elena wasn’t done. She was headed for Berlin. There was a man there—someone she still owed a debt to. The game was far from over.

[Any similarities to places or persons (both living or dead) is purely coincidental]

[pixofnothinginparticular]