#sorry to be ranting but it was on my mind

[jayisnotdrawing]

Sorry had to repost this, but this is why I hate hate hate how the Hunters portray atheism. Mothwing and Cloudtail LITERALLY saw undead cats rise from the dead (who they should've been able to identify, at least some, as looking familiar) and kill off their Clanmates yet still don't believe.

Any worldly religion doesn't even resemble what the Erins did with StarClan and these characters. There are no comparisons between them. It would be more believable for these cats to have never witnessed the event, or somehow be 'immune' to it, or...I mean, it's very hard to come up with ideas when these "religious" beliefs so heavily infiltrate the real world. Really, with all Mothwing and Cloudtail have experienced, it makes no sense for them to be atheist. Other kittypets/rogues/loners that did not experience these events? Yes! But these two characters were DIRECTLY in the line of these supernatural events.

And this isn't meant to be a slight against religious people or atheism. It's really just poor writing, in my opinion. I can't help but feel as if Cloudtail or Mothwing are ridiculous for not believing - when this isn't the same as atheism in the real world. Most religious beliefs operate on the fact that they're just that - a belief. There is no factual basis or scientific evidence behind it (and I say this as someone who switches between agnostic and Christian!). But in Warriors, this doesn't apply. There is proof of StarClan for any cat that stays long enough in a Clan - leaders magically healing from fatal wounds, dead cats coming back to life and attacking the living, cats waking up with major wounds (or dead from them) in their nests. It makes little sense.

Just a reminder for the official writing team and fandom

[amiserableseriesofevents]

I just saw a video that was like "yeah the white horse bloodied but unharmed in MOTA episode 9 represents the ending of the war" WRONG come here sister let me tell you the true meaning of it that We The Fandom know thanks to the power of rpf bestowed upon us by Callum Turner and Austin Butler themselves.

Cause if you Gale Cleven are on the run and got free only because your best friend™️ literally sacrificed himself so you could escape and you don't know wether he's alive or dead, and his favorite extinct animal is the unicorn, and you see a white horse in the middle of a fucking war, a white horse bloodied but otherwise unharmed, tell me that's not a sign from the universe to let you know that your best friend™️ is indeed still alive.

And you Gale Cleven stare at it with such sorrow and devotion because you're not a betting man, you're as pragmatic as they come, you don't believe in luck or in signs but you're willing to take the horse as one, because it means you didn't kill your best friend™️ for the price of your own freedom.

[madlyney]

Your best friend, Yuta Okkotsu

Best friend!Yuta, who buys you gifts like pendants, bracelets, and plushies, saying, “It reminded me of you!” 

Best friend!Yuta, whose hugs with you last a little longer than they should — not that you really mind, though. You wish that you could just stay in his embrace forever. 

Best friend!Yuta, who gets worried when he doesn't see you around campus. He immediately texts you, but only gets more anxious when you don't answer. Maki tells him you were in your dorm, as you have unexpectedly caught a cold. Toge believes that Yuta’s worry scale might have gone through the roof when he sees the latter running to your dorm at full speed. 

Best friend!Yuta nurses you back to health whenever you're sick or injured from missions, saying you're his responsibility no matter what (and that he would hate to see you suffer).

Best friend!Yuta, who realised how his heart seemed to beat faster whenever he was with you, or how his stomach would feel all funny, but not in a bad way. Or how he keeps recalling your smile and the sound of your laughter, which unconsciously also brings a smile to his lips. 

Best friend!Yuta, who rants all of his newly discovered feelings for you to Toge and Panda. The two eventually get tired of his endless ramblings and Panda tells him, “Just tell her,” to which Toge replies with “Salmon”. 

Best friend!Yuta, when he finally confesses to you, asks you, “may I please be your boyfriend?” (instead of the usual ‘will you be my girlfriend’ question.)

Best friendBoyfriend!Yuta, who can’t stop getting enough of you and keeps wondering how he’s managed to be with you. The poor boy sometimes wonders whether he’s good enough for you, to which you reassure him with lots of hugs and kisses, saying that yes, he’s more than good enough for you.

Boyfriend!Yuta, who just falls in love with you even more every single day.

Note: happy new year !! Sorry for not posting lately😔 I’ve had a lot on my plate, but I’ll go back to writing, woohoo! This is one of my fave works so far, enjoy !!<3

[sturnslutz]

matt assigns you a specific job.

heh. dilfceo!matt dare i say? lowk long fic to make up for lost time of matt and bee. im sorry if this is horrible it took me 6 hours to write it☹️ fluff and smut.

it was another day at work for you. come in, work on whatever you needed to, and see your oh, so favorite boss. matt and you continued seeing each other secretly but never actually fucking. it mostly consisted of dirty words getting passed back and forth, you giving him blowjobs, and kissing.

sure, you loved it all. but you just couldn't seem to get the fact out of your mind that matt hasn't actually pleasured you, once. he acts like he wants to, but in all seriousness you both really haven't had the time, and from his words, he wants to "take his time with you."

you weren't sure what he meant, but you weren't hesitant on waiting. just becoming more impatient by each day passing.

you were in the middle of writing some email when you got a text. you were allowed to be on your phone while working, but you just preferred not to, and your friends were aware of that so they knew not to text you unless it was an emergency.

so when you got the notification, to no surprise you were confused. you stopped typing and picked up your phone and looked at the name. 'Matthew Sturniolo (work ;))'

you looked at your phone even more confused as you open up the text.

"Come to my office when you can."

you weren't necessarily busy, so you just decided to go now. sure, you guys do something almost everytime you go into his office, but other times, he did actually need something from you as his assistant that didn't consist of getting his dick sucked.

you knocked on his door softly, waiting for his response. you heard a simple, "come in." and you walked in with a certain caution you rarely get. not because of matt, but because he texted you. even coming from him, the guy who made you suck his dick the first time meeting you, it seemed "unprofessional" to him.

you walked to his desk as he doesn't take his eyes off his computer. "sit, it won't take long." you sit in the chair across him and he finally lets his big blue dark eyes look up at you through his glasses. "are you good with kids?" he states calmly, but almost making you choke on your own breath from the abrupt question.

"a-am i what?" you state, looking up at him with the most confusion all day. why is he asking you this? "good with kids. you got any siblings or anything?" he says again, calmly, taking his glasses off so he can get a better look at your expression.

"um, no. i don't have any siblings, but i have babysat a couple times. wait- why are you asking me this? matt. are you asking because you think im pregnant?" you whisper the last sentence as if anyone else is in the room, cautious of what he might say, despite never fucking once so there's absolutely no possibility you're pregnant.

"what? no. we haven't had sex, bee. you wouldn't be able to be pregnant unless you were seeing someone else. besides that, i'm asking because i need someone to watch my 6 year old daughter tomorrow night. i'm going out with a couple friends and my brothers aren't available to watch her, so i'm asking you, the next person i trust."

your jaw quite literally dropped. "matt, you just dropped some crazy info to me. you've literally never told me anything about your family before! when the hell did you get a daughter, you have siblings, and you trust me? wait, im gonna need to take a breath. but i don't know i'm not seeing anybody else i just panicked!" you rant to him with your questions.

he chuckled softly at you. "yes, bee. i trust you. and yes, i do have a daughter. her mom and i broke up about 2 years ago, when i was 26 and now it's just me and my girl, amelia. i also have 3 brothers, 1 of them being my half brother, but the other 2 and i are triplets. my half brother is justin, and my brothers are nick and chris. you'll probably meet them one day."

you nod, taking in all the information and calmed down. "okay.. um, i think i can tomorrow. would you want me to stay the night with her also?"

he shrugs. "i'm not sure yet. i'll probably leave around 6 and possibly be back late. if you wanna stay after she falls asleep, you can sleep in my bed. i'll pay you anyways. she's a really chaotic kid so you might fall asleep right after she does." he laughs at the memory of his daughter being so energetic.

"you don't have to pay me, it's fine, really." you say, trying to reassure him. sure, you needed the money and would love to make some especially as a college student, but you didn't want him to feel obliged to.

"don't worry about it, bee. i know you need it, and it's the least i can do if i haven't fucked you yet after you've sucked me off multiple times." he says with a certain calmness and smirk. "don't think its not happening soon though, kid."

you nod, smiling and looking down at your palms, unsure of what to say. "i'll text you the address and everything she needs. i'm sure she'll like you." he reassures you. "you can go on your lunch soon and get off early, i don't need anything else done today. just finish whatever you were doing before and go on your break."

you nod again, looking up at him. he had a very calming demeanor today which helped a lot with your worries. "c'mere, kid." you stand up and walk to him and he turns his chair, facing you as he looks up and grabs your jaw and kisses you softly. "you're gonna be great, bee." he mutters against your lips and kisses you once again before patting your cheek and you pull away.

you couldn't deny the heat rushing to your face at the kind words, something you rarely see out of him. it's not like he's ever mean to you, he just usually as a more professional, non-smiling side around others, even you sometimes. you notice that demeanor polishing off him once the conversation directed towards his daughter.

you walked out of the office and finished sending a couple emails, and leaving for your break. you go to a cafe you and matt have visited a couple times and order your usual. you quickly texted him if he wanted something, to which he reacted a thumbs up to. it wasn't much, just a plain black coffee and blueberry scone. you got everything and sat down near the window, watching the buzzling city just outside.

you got back to the office and clocked in, and knocked on his door once again and walked in, delivering his coffee and scone, to which he kissed you again and said thank you.

you got back to work, not having too much to do and clocked out once again about an hour later and head back home.

the next day, you walk into the office and knock on matt's door, just like usual. he lets you come in, and he looks up. "good morning, bee." you smile softly at him as you walk up to him, rubbing his shoulders from behind his chair and kiss his cheek.

"morning. so, i checked my plans and i'm free tonight for amelia. so, do you want me to come in around 5:30?" he nods, "yeah, 5:30's fine. it gives me time to show you where everything is and for you girls to get to know each other a bit before i leave. i'm telling you, i think she'll like you especially because you're younger than everyone else around her, besides her friends. me and my brothers are 28 and the other 35. her mom's 27 too."

"i'm not that young, matt. i'm only 22." you roll your eyes. he always loves getting a tease of you being younger than everyone at the company, despite also being one of the smartest there. "i know baby, 'm jus' teasin'," he says as he kisses you softly, smiling against your lips. "i'll text you everything when i'm done with all this and then you can just head out again whenever you're done and get ready."

with a final couple words, you leave and begin working on whatever needed to be done. you clocked out about a couple hours after that, not even taking your break so you wouldn't be missing too much.

you went home and got a text from matt which just gave the basics. his address, the time, and stating how you can bring pretty much whatever you would like to keep you busy when amelia and you weren't too busy.

you got ready into some basic clothes, something matt hasn't ever seen you in. you drive to his house and notice how big and extravagant his house is compared to your small apartment. you knock a couple times, waiting for the man to open the door, but instead was met by a little girl, no more than 3 feet with brown curly hair and big blue eyes just like matt.

"hi! you're bee, right? daddy said you were watching me tonight!" she says, smiling up at you with her big, pearly white teeth. you nod, already overwhelmed by how cute she is and she looks almost identical to matt.

"hi, yes i am. you must be amelia, right? such a pretty name for such a pretty girl." she nods and giggles as she opens the door wider for you. you walk in, and step out of your shoes and see matt appear from around the corner. he was wearing his familiar glasses he usually wore, but he was wearing a white long sleeve and a pair of black sweatpants and smiled softly at you.

"hey, bee." you smiled back at him and close the door as amelia rushes back to the couch. you walk up to him as he kisses your forehead sweetly. "c'mon. i'll give you a tour before i go." he takes your bag and sets it down on the couch and gives you a small tour of the house. he shows you where amelia's room is, where all the snacks are, where his room is and all the other basic stuff.

once it was time for him to go, he brought you both back to the living room to say bye to amelia. "lia, c'mere." he says as he stands next to the couch, grabbing his bag and adjusting his clothes. she plops off the couch and runs to him, gripping onto his leg as he lifts her up and kisses her cheek. "i'll be back late, tonight, okay? be nice to bee, and don't break anything. same rules when your uncles stay with you, okay? be good." he kisses her forehead once again and she nods as he sets her on the ground.

he looks to you, and kisses your forehead while holding your hip tightly as amelia runs back to the couch, not wanting to miss a moment of her precious bluey. "jus' give her food at around 8:30. there's some leftover food from last night, but if you don't want it, you can order food to the house or make some, whatever you prefer. she usually lets me know whenever she's tired so just let her eat and watch tv and she'll probably be passed out after. if you stay the night, let me know."

you nod at everything he says, and he says his goodbyes and walks out. you plop down on the couch next to amelia as she starts ranting about whatever her 6 year old self has to say. you listen intently, even if some of the things she says doesn't make sense.

once she relaxes a bit, you ask if she wants some food, and get up and warm up some of the leftover food they had. you made some for yourself, and brought over a couple snacks for the two of you and watched some more bluey.

you finally notice her getting a bit more tired, so you bring the now empty plates to the sink, and make a mental note to wash them after she falls asleep. "bee.. im tired." she mutters as she rubs her eyes. "let's get you in bed, baby." you say softly as you pick her up and carry her to her room. you don't turn on the big light for the sake of yours and her's eyes, so you walk over to her bedside light and turn it on, the soft, warm light radiating throughout the room.

you set her down on her soft bed, as she rubs her eyes again. "where are your pajamas, sweet girl? which drawer?" she opens her eyes faintly and points to the middle one of her 3 tier pink and red dresser. you walk over and grab out a soft, light blue matching set which had a mermaid on it.

"do y'like this one?" you hold it up for her to see and she opens her eyes again and nods. you walk back over and help her get changed. you toss her worn clothes into her hamper. you turn her around so her back is facing you, and grab her brush that was on her bedside. you take out her well-done braids and brush her soft brown hair while humming a soft melody.

she practically falls asleep at this and when you're done, you help tuck her into her bed. she laid on her stomach, so you sat in a criss cross position and scratched her back and head softly so she could go to sleep while still humming the same melody.

once you heard her soft snores, you rubbed her back a couple times more to soothe the scratches, and stood up and turned off her light. you closed the door quietly and made your way to the kitchen and began washing the dishes.

you obviously knew you didn't have to, but it felt the best to do. once you were finished and put the dishes in the washer, and tidied around the house a bit, you washed your hands and made your way to your bag. you planned on staying the night as you didn't feel very comfortable leaving amelia all on her own, so you brought some extra clothes. you made your way to matt's bathroom and washed your face and got changed.

you noticed a couple tampon boxes next to the toilet which were half full, but brushed away the weird feeling you got, as it's probably matt's ex girlfriend's. you knew it wasn't right to feel jealous over some guy, who was more importantly your boss, whom you sucked him off a couple times.

you finished getting ready and made your way to matt's room. it was dimly lit with an identical light to amelia's. you set your bag down on his desk, and noticed how clean his room was. the faint smell of his cologne lingered around and filled your nostrils as you took a few, calm breaths.

you made your way to his bed, and pulled out your phone to let him know everything.

"hey, i hope you're having a good night. just to let u know, im staying the night if that's alright. i fed lia and put her to sleep, she was an angel all night. i ate some of the food i warmed up for her also. i washed the dishes btw, it was no biggie. im prob heading to sleep soon."

you typed out while you set your phone to the side as you turned on his tv to watch something before you sleep. about 10 minutes into watching, you heard a text emit from your phone.

"Hey, everything's great, thank you. You're more than welcome to stay, don't worry. I'm glad she was good, and I'm glad the both of you ate. Bee, you know you didn't have to wash them, but thank you. I'll honestly probably be home soon, maybe in like an hour. I'll see you."

you heart his message before turning off the tv and calling it a night. you knew you would probably wake up when matt gets home. deep into your sleep, you couldn't hear the soft opening and closing of the front door. matt had walked in with such quietness, you would need to be right next to him to hear it.

he set his stuff on the table, and noticed how much cleaner the house was than before he left and cursed himself for allowing you to do that. on the way home, he just couldn't take his mind off you. he remembered the conversation you guys had the day before and how he noticed your shyness towards him when he mentioned how the two of you never had sex.

of course he wanted to, but he felt like he wouldn't be good enough for you since he hadn't fucked a girl in 2 years. but he decided to truly go ahead with his words and give you the pleasure he and you both realized you should be getting in whatever the two of you were, even if it wasn't a relationship.

once he dropped his stuff down, he made his way up the stairs and walked into amelia's room to check on her. he opened her door and noticed how her clothes were changed and how again, the room looks tidier.

he closed the door and made his way into the bathroom to get ready for bed. he noticed the lingering smell of your perfume and couldn't tear his thoughts away from you, and neither could his growing hardness. he scoffed at himself and finished getting ready.

once he was done, he quietly entered his room, and noticed you sleeping peacefully. he got into bed and rubbed your back. "bee, it's me." you hummed and rubbed your eyes, looking at him. "oh hey. how was your night?" you say, your voice scratchy. he laughs softly at this as he brushes a few hairs out of your face.

"it was good, baby. i couldn't tear my thoughts away from you though, the whole night." he says smirking. "oh yeah?" you say with a newfound confidence. "what were you thinking about?" you say as you turn onto your elbow, looking up at him.

he tsks teasingly. "mm. too dirty to say. maybe i should show it instead?" he says, rubbing your cheek. "matt, amelia's right next door." he shrugs. "so? we'll be quiet." you sigh, a smirk forming on your lips. you start putting your hair up, thinking it was going to be the usual blowjob, but his hand stops you. "no, no. i would love that, trust me. but, i wanna fuck you instead, if thats okay."

your eyes widen at this. "w-wait. are you sure? we don't have to. i mean of course it's okay, and i would love it but-" "yes, bee. i feel like i should be the one worrying about all this." he laughs.

"are you a virgin?" he continues and you shake your head no. he nods and kisses you softly. as time goes, and breaths get heavier, most of the two of yours clothes have been discarded onto the ground, leaving you in your bra and panties, and him in his boxers.

he's painfully hard right right now and you straddling him with your wetness isn't making it easier for him. you're grinding yourself on him as you both kiss each other deeply, your tongues intertwining."mmph- bee, stop. needa fuck you." he says, muffled as he can't tear his lips away. he reaches around, undoing your bra and pulling his lips away so he can see your tits pool down.

his eyes fill with lust as he latches his mouth around your tit, making you moan softly. he reaches his hand down, rubbing your clothed clit, eliciting another moan from you. he pushes aside your panties and slips his fingers inside you. you let out a high-pitched squeal and bury your head into his shoulder.

his fingers slip in and out of you effortlessly as he finally pulls his mouth away from your right tit and moves to your left, sucking and licking on it. as you get close to your release, he goes faster and pulls his mouth off your chest. "go 'head, baby. cum all over my fingers." with a final muffled moan into his chest, your juice gets all over his fingers as he slows his movements, riding out your high as he pulls them out, and brings them to his mouth and licks them clean and groans.

"fuck, you taste amazing." you look up at him with a flushed face, mascara already dripping down your face. his cock was painfully hard and twitching even inside his boxers, waiting for release. you moved your hand down and latched your fingers into his waistband and pulled it down, letting his long length hit his stomach.

he groans softly as you lift yourself on top of him, wasting no time to sink down. the both of you moan deeply as you lower yourself, inch by inch, until you sit fully on top of him. his fingers are gripping into your hips so hard, you're sure it'll leave marks.

"take your time, baby. get adjusted." he says through a groan. as much as he would love to fuck you reckless right now, he knows you need a bit to adjust, and the two of you need to be quiet for dear amelia right next door.

you nod and start moving up and down him slowly, your fingers gripping into his shoulders for stability. he helps you move and watches the way your pussy swallows him completely like he was made for you.

your movements grow faster and your moans increase. the headboard hits the wall continuously so you slow your movements so it doesn't hit too hard.

he can tell your getting close again by the way you hold your breath and the way you dig your nails into his shoulders. he's close too, so he forgets about the cautious movements and halts your body and thrusts into you, the wall sure to have marks.

"matt!" you say, squealing again. "shut up, bee." he says, drilling into you. he didn't mean his mean words and you knew that, he was just so focused on the two of you getting your release.

"fuck- matt i'm cumming!" you say, clenching up as he nods, groaning and halting his movements, filling you with his release to the brim. once he was finished, he pulled you off him, letting you fall back into the bed carefully.

he had some tissues next to him so he leaned over and spread your thighs open, cleaning you carefully as you wince. "i know, i know. 'm sorry, baby." he throws them on the ground as he grabs some more and cleans himself up, and then drags his boxers back up.

he notices the distress in your face as your panties were now dirty, and he stands up and grabs a pair of his boxers and hands them to you. "y'can have tomorrow off, so you can rest by the way." he says as he lays back down.

"yeah, thanks boss." you laugh as you toss your shirt back on. he rolls his eyes and smirks as he grabs a waterbottle next to him and hands it to you. as you drink it, your movements are halted by a few gentle knocks on the door. "daddy?" a small voice is said from behind the door. you and matt look at each other as he tosses his shirt back on and cover the two of you with the blanket.

"yes, lia? you can come in baby." he says, rubbing his face. the door opens and a small figure walks in with her holding her stuffed bear and her hair going in every direction. "are you guys okay? i woke up from banging on the wall and i heard bee screaming." his face drops as he realizes he actually woke his daughter up. "yes, we're okay baby. 'm sorry we woke you up, c'mere." he gestures for her to get closer to the bed as her feet patter against the ground and reach the bed.

he kisses her forehead and rubs her head as he whispers reassuring words into her ears. he looks over at you for your response as her big eyes look over. "yes, lia. i promise i'm okay. im sorry we woke you up also." she smiles softly. "it's okay." matt gives her one last kiss on the forehead before she walks out and closes the door.

he huffs and falls back on the bed. "sorry i woke her up." you mutter softly and he looks over, his face softening. "don't worry about it. we both did, actually. and she falls asleep fast, i guarantee you she won't remember in the morning." you nod as you take a deep breath.

"y'alright though?" you nod again to his question. "jus' tired." he nods. "me too. let's get some sleep." he kisses your lips one last time before you rest your head on his chest and fall asleep.

this took WAY longer than it needed to. started writing at 8:30pm, it's currently 2:18am. so if this is horrible i apologize.

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[littlefankingdom]

"Batman is a bad person for not killing the Joker at this point."

I'm going to throw you off a roof. Like, you realize he is JUST a guy, right??? A single guy cannot decide that someone should die and kill them, that's not how it works. Weren't we all against cops killing people instead of arresting them, wtf do you think a random (rich and white) guy should be able to do that???

Also, it's a FUCKING COMICS. Like, the Joker will be revived as easily as the batkids are lately. And the writers have no interest in applying rehabilitation, it would not sell if all the famous rogues stopped doing crimes and Gotham got better. And they are USAmericans, half of them probably cannot understand the concept of "rehabilitation > punishment".

Btw, COUNTRIES WITHOUT THE DEATH PENALTY OR EVEN LIFE SENTENCES EXIST! Denmark, for example, doesn’t do life sentences and they are very good at rehabitation. You kind of sound stupid when you argue that something cannot be done while other countries are doing it (very usamerican of y'all) So, accept that you do not know shit about the human's mind and possibility for better, and stop with your usamerican "killing everyone I don't like is good" propaganda.

[karmaajr]

chat gonna rant abt smth my mum said DONT MIND THIS FRFR >:3

okay so basically we're leaving this resort to stay at a relatives for a while, you get me? so I gotta go pack my stuff up again and usually, im like.. so fucking shit when it comes to doing literally like, anything productive- 💀

very much so pisses off everybody the way I procasinate and take a billion breaks/get distracted by smth else lmao :3

and so today was like.. just as bad ig but mum wasn't really paying attention after yelling at me AGAIN lol (it's fine dw, im just a bad kid and was being irritating/pisstaking (she had a headache) by not shutting up again LMAO 😭😭)

but like, I did manage to finish my packing up so yay!!! win!! ^^ (it was fucking exhausting.)

sister didn't do jackshit though (and mum was tired because of us so she didnt rlly do much), so room still looked a fucking train wreck but my stuff was all done, u get me?

anyways, ENOUGH CONTEXT!!!! like 20 minutes ago, mum gets off her phone then up from the chair she's sitting on and goes to plug her phone in my charger BUT GUESS WHAT YALL?? HOMEGIRL PACKED THAT SHIT UP FRFR ✌️😙

and so in jokey way, she's like "damn really? of all the things you could've packed, the only thing you packed was the charger? typical *irl name*, always tryna ruin my day"

and shes saying this while shaking her head and trying to find the charger she nicked off my dad (while murming some random curses*)

*curses not in the sense of swearing but in the sense of GENUINLEY cursing somebody?? like wishing bad upon somebody ykwim? :D

and I go along with bit (ofcofc) and go "ACTUALLY, I'll have you know that I packed everything!!" and saying it slightly proudly because lol, again, that shit was exhaustingg :3

also I'm just really bad at everything so the fact that I did something somewhat uccessfully was literally GREAT??? 😭😭

and she kisses her teeth, shakes her head and says "yeah sure, I know you"

...

oh so, you "know" me huh?

what's my favourite colour?

my favourite drink?

my favourite subject?

why don't you name a few of my friends? or maybe a song I like? (oh wait, you can't because you don't even know I listen to music)

you know what? ik you can't answer any of those questions but guess what? ima do things that I know for sure I've told you, quick fire innit? you should be able to? I'm your child right.. you listen to what i tell you right? amma you care about what I have to say right???? right???

fuck

describe to me the hallucinations I had last year

nothing hard, i know I told you about them, I've tried to at least several times. I still remember the way you rolled your eyes and mouthed "crazy" while still looking at that fucking phone screen oh my god

amma can't I just be important to you? please? ik works important and ik you do a lot for us but please??? you said be a good girl and you won't kill yourself, and i tried okay??? im a bad child and I'm sorry and I'm sorry and I'm sorry please amma just dont leave me, don't stop being my mother

don't leave me with him

amma please

amma???? amma please

[itzmasic]

Me when the worms in my head ask for more Skizz

(Small rant about the one and only Skizz)

But fr tho

I think I’m in the point of the hyper fixation timeline of subsection hyper fixation.

Hyper fixation is Hermitcraft the subsection of it (that I’m hyper fixated on) is Skizzleman. I am just constantly looking for more content about him!

I’m watching/listening to the Imp&Skizz Podcast (new episode tomorrow YIPPEEEE), I’m watching stream clips, rewatching videos and ones I haven’t seen yet, and (once I find out when it is) I’m going to find out when he streams and I’ll watch a stream!

But to calm the worms I am reading fanfics about him and I am starting to realize that I need to calm down.

I mean I’m not the most hyperactive Skizzleman enjoyer and I’m not obsessed with him. But I want to see more content from him and be excited to see more of him but I also need to make sure I’m not developing a parasocial relationship.

Well no matter what we all have parasocial relationships but I don’t want this one to shimmer (omg Arcane) into something unhealthy.

I’m still making art with his character and who knows I might make a portrait of him but I know I’m going to touch grass (ayyyyy) and make sure my mental health is okay!

Sorry if this seems confusing but like a lot of posts I make on this app it’s late and I’m just trying to put out my thoughts :)

In short I love Skizzleman’s content and the people he makes content with! I’m really excited for the next imp&skizz podcast episode and I’m really excited for his next episode on the Hermitcraft server!

Basically my mind is the audio of this <- the stay in the box no audio

[bubblexkitty]

My shy boy- m.s

Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: shy!matt X Fem!reader

~-~-𐮙𒀮🥥𒀮𐮙~-~ -

🤎Sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: while exchanging storys about your days matt gets extremely distracted and nervous when it was your turn to talk

🤎Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none i think. Pet names?

N͟O͟T͟ p̲r͟o͟o͟f͟ r͟e͟a͟d͟!̲!̲

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑇 𝑆𝐴𝑇 𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝐷𝐺𝐸 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐵𝐸𝐷，awkwardly playing with his hands as he rambled on about something Nick and Chris did earlier that day that had angered him. His hands waved animatedly as he spoke, clearly upset, his voice a steady mix of confidence and amusement.

You were sitting cross-legged, leaning against the headboard, pillows pressed comfortably against your back, and a soft blanket draped over your legs. You nodded along to Matt’s words, letting him vent as the golden glow of the fairy lights wrapped around your room cast a warm light over both of you. He seemed perfectly at ease—until he looked up and caught you watching him.

“What?” he asked softly, his hands freezing mid-gesture as his voice faltered.

You shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chin and resting your head on them. “Nothing… Keep going, baby, I’m listening.”

Your words threw him off for a moment, but he quickly cleared his throat and recovered, picking up where he left off. “Oh, uh—right. So, then Nick thought it’d be a good idea to prank Chris by—”

He trailed off again, his confidence visibly crumbling when he caught you smiling. The slight twitch of your lips seemed way too sweet for his sanity.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?” he muttered, his voice shaky.

“Like what?” you asked, your soft smile fading slightly as you furrowed your brows and tilted your head.

“Like…” He waved his hands vaguely in the air, struggling to describe it before slumping back onto the bed with a defeated sigh. “Never mind.”

At his dramatic response, you giggled, clearly amused. “Okay, okay, Matt. Keep going.”

He nodded and tried his best (keyword: tried), but your giggles and the lingering smile on your face completely threw him off track. He stuttered and stumbled through the rest of his story, desperately avoiding eye contact. By the time he finished, he let out a relieved sigh, slumping back onto the bed.

“Wow, Matt,” you teased, raising your brows in surprise at his rant. “You really hate Nick sometimes, huh?”

Matt chuckled nervously, still not meeting your gaze. “No… I-I don’t hate him. I just…” He sighed. “He’s just Nick.”

You stifled a giggle. “Fair,” you replied with a smile. “Anyway, something funny happened to me today too—”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked quickly, his hands already fiddling with the sleeves of his “𝐹𝑅𝐸𝑆𝐻 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸” hoodie. “W-What happened?”

You launched into your story, your voice light and feminine, and Matt immediately knew he was in trouble.

He tried to listen—he really did—but every single word made his chest tighten. He was hyper-aware of everything about you: the way your voice softened ever so slightly, the way you glanced at him with those stunning eyes to gauge his reaction, the way your smile lingered just a little too long. It was all so overwhelming.

By the time you finished, Matt wasn’t even sure what you had been talking about. You raised a brow, leaning forward slightly as you waited for his response. “Well…? What do you think, Matt?”

His brain blanked entirely. “Uh—I—uhm…” He swallowed hard, his face heating up so fast he thought he might spontaneously combust. “Sorry—what was the question again?”

“Matt,” you said, amusement and disbelief mixing in your tone. “Babe, were you even listening?”

“What? Y-Yeah, totally!” he lied, his voice cracking painfully on the last word.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Jesus Christ, you’re such a bad liar.”

“I’m not lying!” he protested, his voice an octave higher than usual.

Your laughter filled the room, making his stomach flip. “You’re impossible,” you teased, watching as his face turned an even deeper shade of red.

You smiled, admiring him—the soft blush on his cheeks, the way his curly brown hair framed his face perfectly. He was so… majestic.

“Why are you so shy all of a sudden, huh?” you teased, your smile never faltering.

“I’m not shy,” he muttered defensively, though the way he avoided your gaze and tugged on his hoodie sleeve said otherwise.

“Matt, you’re literally blushing, baby,” you said, leaning in slightly.

“I’m not!” he blurted, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him.

You smiled again, reaching out to gently tug at the sleeve he was fidgeting with. “You’re so adorable… You know that?”

His breath hitched, and for a moment, he stared at you, completely frozen. Then, with a groan, he covered his face with his hands. “Stop. Please stop. I can’t do this.”

Your laughter filled the room, warm and carefree, as Matt sank further into himself, mumbling incoherently behind his hands.

“Matt,” you said softly, noticing the soft sniffles coming from him. Your smirk dropped, instantly replaced with concern. “Hey, Matt… What’s going on, baby?” you asked, grabbing his forearm and rubbing it comfortingly.

He whined softly into his hands before wiping his eyes. At your touch, he softened slightly, his voice breaking as he mumbled, “Jus’… This is so embarrassing. I look weak.”

You pouted, your heart breaking a little at his confession. “Matt,” you said gently, leaning in closer. “You don’t look weak. You’re amazing, okay? And you never have to try so hard with me. I love you just the way you are.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, his eyes glossy and cheeks still burning. “You mean it?” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” you said firmly, smiling as you placed your hand on his arm. “And I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

For a moment, he stared at you, his mouth slightly open as if searching for words. Then, with a soft groan, he rolled onto his side, burying his face in your shoulder

“Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice muffled.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Anytime.”

ᴀ/ɴ: i have a love hate relatuonship with this fic lol. Lmk what uguys think🤎

[hederasgarden]

i think venus/roman standards of beauty barely classify as mid size but would Lucius like a wide hip and thick thighs?

From a quick Google (which, you know, is totally reliable), it looks like Romans liked a soft tummy, wide hips, and narrow waist. So perhaps more of an hourglass figure?

When it comes to Lucius though, I get the sense that he’s the kind of man who values the person more than their body. He’s not the type to be swayed by superficial appearances, and I think he’s far more likely to fall for someone’s heart, mind, and soul than anything else. But Lucius has also lived a hard, difficult life. He’s been through so much that I honestly believe that, deep down, he’d long for someone who embodies softness and warmth—a person who feels like a refuge.

So to answer your question yes, he'd cherish a plus size woman and love to have her thick thighs wrapped around his waist and the feel of her heavy breasts in his hands. Sinking into that softness would feel like a revelation every time. Plus, I think he'd love to rest his head on her soft belly.

If you want to know a real secret, I've always imagined the Fisherman's Wife reader as plus size. I don't always get a sense of my readers looks/shape in my other stories but for this one I have always written her in my minds eyes as a curvy woman.

Sorry, I went on a mini rant there!

[ask-mactavish]

right, so

i'm an artist myself — all of the art i post on this account is my own. i haven't reblogged/reposted any art that doesn't belong to me. HOWEVER ! my art has been reblogged in the past my roleplay accounts (different fandom!) from my main account.

me, personally, i don't mind. i think its silly. most of the friends i have that art artists feel the same. sure, sometimes its cringe, but who cares as long as nobody is getting hurt?

now, if it had been art getting reposted w/o credit, i'd be right pissed. but i haven't seen that happen, and i don't think it will with the circle that has been curated. if any artist does have a specific warning on their profile to avoid reblogs from roleplay accounts/blogs, then i imagine that would be respected.

but to be completely honest — if a post is big enough (i.e., over a thousand notes) most artists/posters will turn notifications off. they dont even SEE the reblogs. so they more than likely do not care.

ok rant over have a good day fellas ily

— edit: sorry, let me add: if anyone was shitting on art, or plans to, you can block me right now i dont want to be around you. if i catch someone doing that, ill be blocking. but i haven't, nor do i think i will.

I dunno I just think you guys should leave creators out of it :/ seems like a fuck ass thing to do when role playing the character and seemingly shitting on the creator :/ you guys can hate all you want but if I was the creator and people roleplaying the characters shared my content and dogged on it like that I’d be pissed. Like y’all the “roleplayers” knew immediately how people would react to these accounts. Seems like you genuinely made them to make fun of COD creators just like everyone else does.

Again. role play. role. play. ITS FAKE. We dont hate on the creators, im pretty sure we all have main accounts that make similar content. (god knows i do) We are simply taking things that are public on tumblr and using that.

The whole point of this role play is that its Call Of Duty characters introduced to tumblr. The media is there for everyone to see and use. if anything we are boostinf the content by reblogging. Politely piss off, anon.

anything to add @ghost-askblog @ask-phillip-graves @ask-gaz @ask-mactavish @ask-soapmactavish ??

[bbyboybucket]

So we all hate how the MCU has been lazy with their movies lately and seems to be relying on introducing new faces and having cameos to make something “good” and “popular”. But the thing is, if that’s what they really want to do, they could at least do it well. Because it is possible and Civil War is the prime example.

Now I will say that CW felt more like Avengers 2.5 than a Cap movie, but that criticism aside, it was done exceptionally. Especially in how they flawlessly introduced T’Challa and Peter Parker. That movie proves you can bring in new characters, and give them a true introduction, start to flesh them out and seamlessly integrate them into the plot while also building their future. As soon as we meet both T’Challa and Peter in CW, we start to like and care about their characters because they are given depth, they are given personality, and they actually are written to matter to the plot and the cinematic universe as a whole, even if it’s just the very beginning.

Recently, these new characters are so surface level (I’m not talking about the ones who get their own individual projects) that it’s hard to really engage. Sure, they’re likable, but in the way that your basic side character-good guy is. They get nothing except a “hey here’s my powers” and a “quirky” line or two. It’s to the point where their presence in the movie doesn’t change anything plot wise and it’s just like adding an extra body to a scene. These new characters aren’t being portrayed to their potential and it doesn’t take a whole lot of screen time for that to happen. A character can have minimal exposure but still be utilized properly.

And it’s not just the new ones, but other characters who make appearances as well. Back to civil war, there were tons of characters in that movie who were all used to their full potential no matter how little screen time they had. They were all in character and all had something that pushed their overall arc forward.

Look at Rhodey for example, he one of the “side characters” but in every scene, he has relevance, had personality, and even though something bad happened to him, it still effected both his character arc and the overall movie plot. Hell, even Sharon, who was particularly a minor role, held significant importance and years later in TFATWS we see the pay off of what happened to her character. Every single person in CW, no matter how small their part seemed, was given dimension and connection to the overall MCU.

Which makes things even more disappointing when you look at the recent MCU movies, because you know there is potential for that. Just like Hope in Quantumania. She was done so dirty, she was the titular character yet was given so little screen time and wasn’t utilized at all except the final fight. Her character, which has always been such a great and interesting one in the previous movies, was reduced to someone who drops a short line here and there. They had her do practically nothing except ask a question that could have been said by any other character in that entire movie. She was given no personality, no anything and it’s sad because like I said, she’s a titular character and there was potential.

That’s just one example out of so many. And I know a ton of people hated TLAT but honestly, I think one of the reasons I don’t is because something was actually done with almost every character. They were all expanded on, just like Valkyrie finally bringing her backstory to light, her potential as a ruler was shown and it was a huge growth since her first appearance as an alcoholic. She was even given depth in that she talked about how dying in battle is her goal because she wants to earn her spot in Valhalla. Hell, even Korg got an arc pay off and that speaks volumes when you see how the heroes and villains in other movies are being done. Wakanda forever and NWH are truly the only movies on par with the past MCU.

Because right now, I’m not even speaking of the shitty and bland story telling, the overuse of CGI, the badly written scripts. I’m only diving into the utilization of cameos and new characters, and that downgrade alone tells you that the MCU has stopped giving a shit about quality.

[justafriend-ql]

reminder to all gifmakers that your work is always a unique, valuable contribution to the community. even if someone has already giffed that scene. even if you're not 100% happy with the coloring. even if it doesn't get many notes because sometimes people only look at the 'top' posts in the tags (which are usually just the first posts on the scene after an episode drops).

frankly, the culture of expecting gifs to be made within 15 minutes of an episode airing and only reblogging posts made within that timeframe is stressful and unsustainable for creators, and it prevents people from discovering and appreciating the wonderful diversity and abundance of work that can be found here.

follow your favorite gifmakers, reblog generously, and have some compassion for people that devote their time to making beautiful things <3

[adragonthatwrites]

I feel like we don't give Binghe enough credit, at least in regards to squaring him up against Bingge.

It seems like people will see that Binghe is more open with his emotions (being willing to cry, pout, smile, laugh etc.) and call him 'soft' or even 'weak' in comparison to Bingge.

It's like people forget; Binghe was actually formally trained by his Shizun and peak, something Bingge wasn't. He also went through the same challenges in the endless abyss, but overcame them much faster; years faster in fact! And he possesses the same level of strength and skill.

Remember, when they met in the extra, they were perfectly matched; neither able to beat the other. And the moment Shen Qingqiu stepped in; the instant even a little bit of outside interference got involved in Binghe's favor, he won.

It didn't take much for Binghe to ultimately win that fight; just one extra person to tip the scales in his favor, and he had Bingge beat.

He's as strong, capable and deadly as Bingge, and I'd even argue he's stronger; not physically, but simply because he has a lot more worth fighting for.

You fight harder, more viciously, and for longer when you have something worth fighting for, and because of that I honestly think Binghe would ultimately win in a one-on-one against his counterpart. He's not weak because he cries; I'd even say he's stronger because of it.

[nanstar200]

Hi gueys 🧍 (run away again)

[anime-potato-san]

I SEE ONE MORE FIC OR BLURB OR WHATEVER DEPECTING ARKHAM JASON AS MEAN, ABUSIVE, OR PRACTICALLY ASSULTING THE READER, I'M GOING TO FUCKING SNAP!

MY MAN IS NOT LIKE THAT.

He is traumatized and not going through a good time, but he is shown to actually care about his men, even when he's harsh on them. And do people forget how he treated Barbara? Think about it: after everything Jason went through, would he really treat the person he loves like shit and abuse them?

NO, HE WOULD NOT.

[salmoninzeeweed]

I'm sorry but I absolutely fucking hate sheith (shiro x keith) like wtf NO...

Shiro knew keith since he was a CHILD, HE BASICALLY RAISED HIM, AND PEOPLE SHIP THEM??????

Keith literally called shiro his BROTHER, HE SEES SHIRO AS HIS BROTHER! CAN PEOPLE STOP BEING FUCKASS WEIRDOS AND STOP SHIPPING TWO PEOPLE WHO CANONICALLY AND VERY CLEARLY SEE EACH OTHER AS BROTHERS PLEASE???

All hate to sheith shippers I'm not even gonna sugar coat that, please stop writing and making art of them being "in love" idc if you think "oH bUT ThEir CheMistrY-" STFUUUUUUU STFU NO HELL NO

Anyway klance forever!!!