#sorry for the incoherent babbling

[daisyssousa]

happy 35th birthday, daisy johnson ♡ 2023 july 2nd, 1988 (poem by n.t.)

[enden-k]

theres no reason for them to stay this close together, my ruan slay isnt all up ratios side either im. i. i babbled too much about aventio, my game is adapting to me

[averycutesalamander]

the idea of a really needy boothill, downright whining with that low rumble in his voice about wanting to be pressed against you and the way you smell— he’d thought with a body replaced and feelings rather cold something like this couldn’t happen. and then you’re there with your little quips, sweet smiles, and sugary little looks; smelling all like home at the same time. must be terribly overwhelming. the idea of him being stuck on those feelings with his head tilted back and hips twitching thinking about your laugh. which is terribly embarrassing for him because fuck, your laugh? something so special and innocent and given to him that he’s just. made sticky. (literally.) idk. smiles.

- 🥛

CHEWING ON MY KEYBOARD AAKJFSBRHRHRRHRHE RRRAAAGHEHDHH how could you do this to meeeee 😭😭 his head spinning and his chest heaving and his breath literally steaming because he's so worked up.... desperately fucking his fist but it's not enough because it's not you.. he holds out for as long as he can, but the weight of his desire crushes everything else. by the time he calls you, he's bordering on incoherent, so desperate that he literally begs you to help him - and he is not a man that begs.

"please, sugar," he breathes into his phone, so frantic that he barely sounds like himself. "please, just- anything. i can't- i need... ya don't even gotta help. just... just talk to me. 'bout anything. please."

"send your location," you rasp, swallowing dryly.

you can hear him shaking when he sighs, so intense that is practically a hiccup. "i don't- i'm not sure i can... control myself, honey. i don't know if you should-"

"i'm not asking," you interrupt, your voice firm and unyielding. "you need help, and i'm going to help you."

air hisses through his teeth; you swear you can hear the wet noise of him bucking into his fist. "i don't- i don't want ya to do that if ya don't... i don't want ya to help me because ya feel like ya should-"

"i like you, you stubborn fucking bastard," you growl, your fingers shaking around your phone. embarrassment runs hot through your blood, but every second that you hesitate is another second that he's in agony. "now send me your location, or so help me, i'll beat you over the head with a rock."

his laugh is all gravel. for a long moment, all you hear is the heavy rasp of his breathing - and that is definitely the noise of him tugging on his cock. then, he whimpers, soft and breathy and needy.

"fine. fine... just- i'll probably lose it the moment i lay eyes on ya, so-"

"i'll be ready. don't worry."

he chuckles, sending a shiver up your spine. "we'll see, baby. we'll see."

[a-strangers-thoughtss]

Just had a pretty vivid dream where we got a video and it was Will explaining that vecna is draining his energy

Idk how else to describe it but he was all beat up and tired and stuff and I miss him :(

[serenadeofsunshine]

he’s sooooooooooooooo ugly stop doing that

[necrogfie]

very affirming thing that happened recently is that, i was speaking w a classmate and i dont remember how but i ended up explaining to her about what foods is forbidden in judaism outside of well - pork - and she said something along the lines of 'you [vous] have a lot of restriction' which !! made me very happy, she knows i'm not jewish but she knows i want to convert and honestly i think it was a tongue slip-up but doesn't matter to me !! also she listened to me and grr i love talking abt judaism all, i explained to her the concept of 'hell' in it and she listened very well and asked questions about it !! and compared to the version of hell she knows (from christianity and grec/nordic mythology) and it was a very fun conversation !! ++ i rediscovered an old french jewish film that i watched when i was a kid (it was quite popular iirc!) and i'm thinking of rewatching it!! also learnt that its based on comics? so i may try to look for them at my local library

[liamrrys]

someone said amen livius hours??

[skunkes]

[lyss-butterscotch]

Bidget

A FREN!!!! CAN I REQUEST TO BOOP THE SNOOT ON A FREN?

[kissingarthurclaus]

HEEM thinking about how Kepler probably reaaally doesn't like to be touched. Not very often at least and DEFINITELY not by someone he doesn't know or trust. I think it's bcs he didn't have a lot of support going through training, always being labeled a 'difficult' Padawan and going through teacher after teacher. No hand was ever extended to him that didn't let him fall, so he stopped taking them.

But with Brea, it's different. After they get used to each other, and when he understands AND accepts that no, she's not going anywhere. No, he's not a failure or a problem child or hopeless. Maybe he still feels a bit unworthy but she believes in him, and wants him to be the best he can possibly be. And that doesn't mean conforming to a standard or being what SHE thinks a model Padawan should be, but being himself.

So yeah. A ruffle of the hair, a playful punch on the arm (still hurts lol but it's how she shows her pride in him), even a hug, even sleeping side by side on an away mission. He feels safe. He feels HELD.

[raccoonfallsharder]

I’m asking as someone to fears critique, but if you could get advice from the fic writers you admire/like, would you

hey nonnie ♡♡♡ i’m not sure if you’re the same anon who asked something similar yesterday but regardless, i will answer here. i wanted to take some time to think about this and i am entertaining my sister/the goddamn love of my life this weekend so im a bit distracted but HERE GOES (behind the cut to save everyone’s sanity. a little)

writing is VERY personal. imo each person’s process and style are distinct and different AND SHOULD BE. the best writing is an extension of self. ((this also means that OF COURSE criticism can be scary for a lot of writers - or artists - because the whole creative process is wrapped up in identity, in like….plucking the fruit off our branches and saying “here. i made this to share. it comes from sunlight and soil and rain and ME and I really hope you like the taste??” - all this to say you’re not alone in your vulnerability && nervousness))

so i think there is a difference between asking for advice & asking for critique and you should be very careful && explicit about what you ask and from who

advice is great to ask from writers you admire. & i would absolutely ask any of the writers i admire for advice. but imo advice looks like:

What writing habits do you (my fave author - let’s call her SunshineDaydream) engage in that you would recommend to others? (common examples include “write even if it’s bad!” or “set aside time to write each day”)

I love how you do that one specific thing I love (write excellent metaphors, paint a scene, channel a voice, whatever). How do you do that? Do you have any tips for doing something similar? (MY process may still end up looking different from SunshineDaydream’s process, but it can be a good place to start)

advice is - how does SunshineDaydream do This Thing? What are her tips for tapping into that energy/mindset? (SunshineDaydream, how did you make that delicious goddamn pomegranate?)

critique is different. critique is “how can i improve this sample of my own writing/self in particular.” and favorite authors aren’t always the best at answering that question. SunshineDaydream makes amazing pomegranates but like??? You’re a plum tree??

if you want critique, you need someone who you trust as a reader (which still could be SunshineDaydream - but it’s a different skillset. could also be a beta or a writing instructor but also, not always) & if it feels really vulnerable and scary, set some groundrules. “can you read this? then i’m going to ask you some specific questions, if that’s all right.” decide what you want to know rather than ask for blanket feedback.

what worked well for you when you read this?

what was challenging for you as a reader? Is there something you think could make that easier?

i am having a hard time with this transition or the flow of these two paragraphs. What do you think?

Read this section - what feeling does it give you? okay, this is what i was trying to convey - how can i get you there as a reader?

does this word choice work? does this sentence makes sense?

what makes the tastiest plum, specifically?

you can scale your questions/requests for feedback as broad or as narrow as you need && have the capacity to accept in the moment (both things which may change from day to day which is FINE because some days are harder than others). AND just because you solicit critique (or advice) doesn’t mean you have to accept/take/use it

OH MY GOD I wrote you a fucking novel, which is not what you asked for SO SORRY fuck me. anyway:

i believe in you && i believe that the fruit you bear & share with others will be good, and that you can ask your fave writers for advice & your most trusted readers for critique but you will always in the end be the only plum tree in the garden

don’t stop making plums

people need plums

[topoillogical]

*me putting a jacket over my passed out acquaintances exposed penis*

My mom: *waking him up with a cold wet cloth and yelling for some fucking reason*

Him: *slurred, disoriented gibberish*

Mom: Do you need a doctor?

Him (Mexican): *half-Spanish, half nonsense*

Mom: Do you need a doctor?

Him: *slurring* yeah sure, sure

Me: Mom he's on drugs he's not going to understand you, just-

Him, apparently noticing me for the first time: *cheerful tone* Hey! ☺️✌✌✌

[makismei]

cw: pleasure dom toji!!!, overstim, he’s sweet, squirting. 18+ content, penetration, little hint of anal play, fingering, oral f! receiving, established relationship

“baby, chill out,” he scolds, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you back. he knocks your legs open and you whimper, resisting.

“tojiii,” you whine, all drawn out and pretty, “please, it’s too much, i can’t cum.”

he scoffs, wet fingers rubbing against your pussy. your body locks up and he holds back a groan at the tears in your eyes. “it’s only too much because you can’t stay still. you did this to yourself, doll.”

you shake your head, stubborn as ever. “‘s not my fault! you just suck!”

eye twitching, toji presses two fingers inside without warning. “i think i’ve been too nice to you, baby.” he hums, scissoring his fingers and relishing in the way your back arches. “look at ya, talking back to me.”

he thrusts his digits, forcing your leg to open wider, while his thumb massages your clit. he presses down, applying pressure and making out little shapes.

you wriggle, tears pooling in your eyes like the drama queen you are. “no! not like thaaaat!”

“why, baby?” he questions, “you cum so quick when i have ya like this.”

you whine loudly, legs starting to shake. toji licks his lips, eyes training hungrily on your cunt. you’re almost there, but you’re fighting the urge to cum, knowing it pisses him off.

it makes him regret the fact he used to make you hold back your orgasms, only letting you cum if he said so—because now look, you’re using it against him.

but toji is competitive and he loves to win.

so he crooks his fingers just right, hooking onto that one spongey spot that guarantees his victory every. single. time.

“yeah,” he goads, watching your body suddenly lock up and wetness spew from your pussy like a geyser, “‘s what i thought.”

he rubs your pussy, just to make your squirt splash around. it’s humiliating, how he toys with your body and forces you into endless pleasure until you go stupid.

but you love it, despite the fact you like resisting, toji knows all too well that it’s just an act.

you turn onto your side, quivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

wordlessly, he manhandles you onto your knees, shoving your face into the mattress. you moan at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy, muffling a scream when his lips latch onto your swollen clit and suck, his tongue playfully flicking your little bud.

he alternates between nibbling and sucking, reducing you to a babbling, incoherent disaster.

“cumming!” you warn, more squirt splashing shamelessly onto his face and all over the sheets. you fall forward, head turned to the side and panting.

“what a mess,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “aren’t ya ashamed?”

it’s teasing, but you’re so turned on. you hike up your knees again, wiggling your ass enticingly. you look over your shoulder, pouting. “‘m sorry, toji. didn’t mean to be messy.”

“sorry?” he asks, frantically you nod. burly hand slides up and down his cock, catching your slit and using your fluids as lube. his gaze flits to you momentarily, “yer really sorry?”

you nod again, squirming, “i am! m’ so sorry.”

toji grins, watching his cock disappear into your cunt, “then cum for me again, c’mon, hurry.”

you yell, arms unable to hold yourself up.

he plows into you mercilessly, fingers digging into the plush of your ass. your eyes widen when you feel his thumb on your other hole, rubbing it teasingly.

“what if i put my thumb in here, baby? what do you think will happen?” you feel a line of spit hit your ass, his thumb collecting it before returning to teasing your other hole. “remember your little treasure chest? swore i saw some plugs in there..”

weakly, you try to support yourself on shaky arms, moaning incoherently. “i— toji, i… ahh, mmph!”

you fall back down, face first, and he just laughs, “s’ okay, you don’t have’ta say anything. ya know why?” he goads, thrusting just a little bit harder, teasing you. “‘cause your little pussy is telling me all i need to know.”

toji groans and it’s loud, feeling your cunt squeeze down, trying to milk him for everything he’s worth. “that’s right,” draping himself over your back, his hand sneaks its way to flick your bud, relishing in your squeals and they way your body squirms.

“cum, pretty, c’mon,” he breathes, leaving spit-soaked kisses on your back, “need ya to feel good for me.”

he sings praises in your ear when he hears you gush all over the already damp sheets, moaning into your skin as his thrusts grow sloppy, before he’s dumping wads of hot cum into your battered pussy.

“fuck me,” he sighs, dragging his lips along your shoulder blades and nape, hips still pushing into your ass.

you’re whining, tears blurring your vision as you ride out the pleasure toji relentlessly gives. you’ve fallen into prone bone, too fucked out to utter words besides incoherent babbles.

his hands find purchase beside your head, dropping to his forearms, but refusing to pull out but littering your skin with feverish kisses, “did so good for me, sweets.”

he’s reassuring, knowing it’s intense for you. but toji has a mean streak that he likes to keep up, so naturally he’s teasing. “my baby, so fucked out, huh? it’s okay, you’re so cute like this. always so sweet after i dick you down enough.”

he pulls out, knocking your legs apart to watch his cum drool out of your slit. “mm, yer perfect, baby.”

you flop onto your back, pinching toji’s arm and refusing to look him in the eye. he grins, “what? you want a kiss?”

you nod slowly, cheeks burning. he just knows you too well.

but he complies, all too easily. it’s you, after all.

swallowing up your little moans, he devours your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. burly hands cup your face, opening his eyes to see yours squeezed shut. he grins, biting your lower lip when he pulls away.

rough thumbs wipe your teary cheeks. “there’s your kiss, baby. you happy?”

“yeah…” you mutter, eyelashes fluttering as you look up at him. “another one?”

he smiles and it’s warm and full of love, leaning down, toji brushes his lips against yours. “sure doll, anything you want.”

[arsen1cs4ng0]

tbh i kinda hate how vosim's overtaken a lot of my life + identity and shit, and it hurts for me to say this

[forestlovesyou]

SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER FOR UMINEKO RAAAH

I WANTED TO SEE THIS CG AGAIN SO BAD AUGHHH and like,, i wrote a bunch of notes and tried to solve it on my own and part of this was already shoved in my face before akwjdkawndkajwnd i kind of forget about it by this time wth it makes SO MUCH SENSE

[shariasweet]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ angel girl

_._____ 𝒙 f.reader

wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: contains dumbification and some other stuff! unprotected sex as well as mirror sex… also pet names (SLIGHT daddy kink… im so sorry) and overstimulation + squirting and maybs a little roughness. this isn’t proofread grrr :(

[porn no plot] just your boyfriend fucking you dumb and making you squirt 👻

'dumb baby...' your boyfriend relentlessly fucked into you from behind — his breath hot and fanning against you neck, fueling to the fire that was your arousal.

the mirror in front of you was just as foggy as your brain — your eyes clouded, and rolled back as you babbled incoherently. 'mmm...' a soft groan fell bubbling from between your lips.

'you're drooling everywhere, sweet girl...’ your boyfriend’s rough thrusts coming to a slow halt as his hands snaked around your body. ‘here�� give daddy your chin, sweetheart.' his long slender fingers came crawling between the valley of your breasts and past your neck to firmly grip you cheeks.

'look at you, sweetheart. so, so pretty.' as he forced your face up and out of the sheets his lips met your own in a sloppy wet kiss — one filled with passion and desire. once more, his hips forcefully slammed against your ass — red from the friction as he buried himself deep within your sopping cunt.

'good girl...' his hand groped the swell of your breasts. as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, you could feel yourself slipping away. what you’d assumed to be your third, maybe fourth orgasm crept up on you. 'aht aht...’ he tutted in your ear. ‘want you to look... watch it, pretty girl.'

you could feel him roughly repositioning your face yet again to stare into your reflection.

he trailed kisses along your neck, chuckling warmly as he saw your eyes snap open in awe at the scene before you: your thighs littered in hickeys your lips puffy and swollen and your whole body quivering in absolute bliss.

'ah! s'too much... s'so deep!' you squirmed. he pressed on the bulge poking out from your lower abdomen. 'too deep? m'only right here... how about this?' harder. deeper. you suddenly hit the mattress, his grip on your waist faltering as he fucked into you with even more dedication... slamming you down and splitting you open for the umpteenth time on his cock... he continued bullying himself cozily into your cunt as he drilled further, and further within you velvety wet walls. ‘ffuck… always so tight aren’t you, baby?’

'ahw fuck, fuck mh!' gasping, your fingers knotted up in the sheets as you moaned uncontrollably… back arching far into the bed before he lifted you up yet again — his tip practically kissing your cervix.

‘shit! w-wait…’ the knot in your stomach began to wrap itself up. waves of pleasure threatening to fall and crash over you if he continued — which he did.

it only took a few more thrusts — each drag of his cock soothing your high as you’d finally came.

sharp thrust after sharp thrust… you took note of how he carefully overstimulated you. harshly rubbing your clit even after your orgasm. ‘shit! a-already… fuck… I already came.’ you pout, whining. ‘I know, just hold on, baby… need one more thing from you.’

‘unghhh!’ the male had lifted you up once more… your reflection not your own as you appeared completely ruined. ‘how’s it feel hm?’ your sore core ached — burning hot as you cried, leaning into his neck. ‘don’t hide.’

‘feels like im ‘gonna pee…’ you mumbled beneath your breath. he nodded. ‘good girl, let go f���me.’

another knot came forming in your tummy…

‘w-wait! ohmygodohmygod..!’ and clear liquid shot from between you legs. drenching the sheets and you and your boyfriend's thighs.

the two of you breathed heavily collapsing onto one another as he kissed your forehead. ‘angel girl…’ he purred. ‘did so good for me yeah?’

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