#still since this worked and looks good. i wanna try

[bogboy420]

fr im legit considering getting a typewriter

tbh w all the algorithms and ads and subscription fees and ai bullshit i genuinely find myself abandoning newer forms of technology more and more in favour of smth more analogue, like not entirely, i'll still use newer tech when it's useful 4 me especially w my disabilities but tbh i feel like the internet as it is rn is genuinely so inaccessible already and becoming moreso as companies carve out features 2 make us pay more money 4 them

on top of that the fact that my brain has no attention span which is not the fault of technology im just neurodivergent but damn does modern tech love 2 prey on that shit, like more and more im finding that this idea of "everything on 1 device" that these companies use as a selling point is honestly more of a hindrance bc of my low attention span, i just end up spending hours on my tablet and then not getting anything done bc everything is on there but nothing is on there in a way where i can rly focus on it, idk sometimes i wonder how much of that was intentional? like if the point was 2 get ppl hooked on smart phones and tablets while feeling like they r not getting anything done, thus making them sad and spending more time scrolling,,,

ik this isn't every1's experience but 4 me it's enough that im genuinely trying 2 make some changes 2 how i approach new tech and again 2 b clear im not saying all new tech bad and all old tech good, it's not that simple but 4 me i find that especially having smth like that right up near my face is rly bad 4 that bc it makes me pay less attention 2 my surroundings so im not looking at all the stuff around me, this has in my life at least lead 2 my surroundings gradually getting more cluttered ect but also i find having a smart tv helpful bc while yes it has a bunch of stuff on it it's all just watching tv stuff, it's not trying 2 b literally everything at once, and it's not right in my face it's across the room from me so i can still very clearly c my surroundings, i use consoles exclusively 4 video games now instead of pc like i used 2 use bc i don't like the stress of troubleshooting pcs but also bc w a pc it's more in ur face? even when i tried hooking up my pc 2 a tv it didn't rly work as well since i still needed 2 use a mouse and keyboard and that doesn't rly work very well w how my hands r especially when im trying 2 relax

4 music im trying out switching over 2 cassette tapes since i can record stuff onto them if i figure out how 2 do it right and then i don't need 2 hav a bright screen in my face when i wanna listen 2 music i can just switch out the cassette, thinking of mayb doing that 4 audio books as well

4 writing i am genuinely considering getting a typewriter since it would mean smth that isn't a bright screen and i could set it up on a desk in a specific corner of the house that could b just 4 my writing

4 having video games on the go atm im using a tamagotchi uni but i basically only use it when ik im gonna hav a doctors appointment and im gonna b stuck in a waiting room, i then just play the mini games on that and i find that they r good since they r low stakes so i don't feel stressed abt putting it down when the appointment starts

and like, idk while ik op was joking and it was very funny 4 me at least it can b helpful 2 know that there's a way of trying 2 cut out some of the more harmful parts of technology w/out abandoning technology completely, i think it's nice how embracing older technology is becoming more normalised and also how it's becoming more normalised 2 cut out technology that is harmful 4 u as an individual while still using technology that is helpful 4 u as an individual,,, even tho tech companies try rly hard 2 bury any alternatives 2 the tech they want u 2 buy

idk late night disabled ranting from me ig

"We have a new AI feature!" "With the power of AI..." "Our AI..."

I am going to abandon technology and start only inscribing things on clay tablets

[thoughtsforsoob]

how he begs you not to leave in the morning - txt

note: they would for sure never want you to leave bed in the morning :( cut these cuties some slack. Please enjoy!!

yeonjun

tries to be sexy, using sex as a tactic to get you back in bed. you’ll be changing in front of him and he’s whistling at you suggestively. “Damn girl, you look fine as hell. Come back in bed and I’ll show you how good I think you look. Only if you can handle it, of course.” You turn around at glare at him but he doesn’t stop trying. “Come on baby, quiet fighting it. You know you want this dick.” You do in fact go back to bed 8/10 times.

soobin

tries to be cute!! he’ll curl up all adorably in your sheets and whine, “but babe, don’t I look so adorable? I don’t make you want to come back to bed? do you not love me anymore?” Lowkey a little manipulator but he doesn’t care. You always go back to bed to assure him and he’s cute and that you do in fact still love him. It works every single time.

Beomgyu

will throw shit at you from the bed to annoy you into coming back. will also manipulate you emotionally, just like soobin. he’ll start throwing pillows, then a plush you sleep with, and then the manipulation. “Fine, since you don’t want to cuddle with me anymore, I’m evicting you from this bed! You’ll sleep on the couch now.” If that doesn’t work, he gets up and hugs you, begging you to come back. He can only be silly for so long before he gets desperate.

taehyun

always tries to be nonchalant but there are a couple times where he was just upfront about it. He’ll ask you to stay for ‘5 more minutes’ which always ends up being an hour or all day. “My dear, can you come back to bed a little longer? Today is different. I just wanna show my appreciation for you and love on you. You’ll let me, won’t you?”

huening kai

I know people are like, “he doesn’t sleep with plushies anymore!” I simply don’t believe it (aka: refuse to accept it if it is true). He will convince you to come back to bed by saying your favorite plushie is sad! “But baby, you’re going to make Miffy sad if you leave. Right Miffy? If your mom leaves right now, you’re going to cry? It doesn’t seem like she cares very much about your feelings.” He’ll keep going until you sit with him/lay down next to him for a little longer.

[nephilimeq]

Accidentally in Love

Prompt: Didn't Realize They Were Dating

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161775760

Buck stared at the calendar that he and Tommy left on the front of their fridge, checking to see when they were next going to the farmer’s market, as they were getting low on a few things that he needed for his next dinner dish that he wanted to try out.

He heard Tommy come in from the garage and called out over his shoulder, “Hey, babe, you need more organic apples for your smoothies?”

“Nope, switching over to blueberries,” his boyfriend replied.

Buck smiled at that, loving the fact that Tommy constantly switched between fruits every few weeks. He’d go on a kick for about a month at a time, all depending on whatever suited his mood, nothing to do with what was in season, and then would use only that fruit and talk obsessively about it during that time, going on deep dives in the same way that Buck usually did with his own interests. It was one of those things that he’d found out about him after they had started dating a second time, his obsession at the time being pears.

He made a note on their shopping list and then looked at when their next time having the kids over was supposed to be. After their weekend with all five of them, they had found that they wanted to do it again and so had made the arrangements…and from the look of things, it was still another three weeks until the sleepover.

Buck then sighed as he noted the lack of date nights on their calendar.

In fact, it had been a while since they’d gone a date, now that he thought of it.

They’d had their beach weekend, as well as their date two months ago for Valentine’s Day, but since then they hadn’t gone out for another date. Had they become complacent? He hated to think that after just a few months of living together, they had already fallen into a rut.

Feeling a bit unsettled, he looked at the rest of their calendar.

Under Thursday it said, 2pm p/u new gym equipment. Tommy had found a better lateral lift set up than the one he had and had made a deal with the guy online to trade it for some free car maintenance, and then they would be loading it into the back of his truck and bringing it home. Friday had a small note scrawled in red pen, Muay Thai practice w/ Evan, and on Saturday it said, farmers market, 11am, and as much as he enjoyed doing both of those things with him, he couldn’t help but feel like they had become a habit.

“Hey, uh…we should do something Saturday night,” he suggested as Tommy walked into the kitchen, wiping himself down with his workout towel.

His boyfriend gave him a look.

“Yeah, sure, I guess if you really wanna go out,” he said, opening the fridge and giving the shelves a once over. “But we have that amazing new recipe we were gonna try and I was finally going to get you to watch Serendipity with me—but if you want to, we can find something else to do…”

Buck shook his head.

“No, not…I mean, like…like a date. I thought we could go on a date,” he said, somehow feeling as flustered as he’d been when Tommy had first asked him out, and his boyfriend looked up from where he was seemingly debating whether or not their cheese was still good and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Evan, are you asking me out?” he said with a flirtatious smirk, popping out his hip, and he huffed out a laugh and shook his head a second time and said, “Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, c’mon, Tommy. Between the trips to the farmer’s market and the Muay Thai and the-the random trips to trade either my baked goods or your car maintenance skill for some new thing for the garage or the home gym, we don’t…we’ve not exactly been doing all that much,” he finished, feeling a bit put on the spot.

Tommys brow furrowed, and he gave Buck a look…

…and then he said, “Evan, we go out all the time. Do you not remember that cupcake place we went to yesterday?”

Buck shuffled his feet and replied, “Well, yeah, but that’s because you were searching for a new place that had some decent gluten free options after your doctor told you that you had a sensitivity,” and grabbed at the towel over his shoulder, needing something in his hands.

His boyfriend raised an eyebrow.

“Two weeks ago, we had lunch at the new place that Hen’s been telling you about for the past month, and just last week we went to the private tour that I gifted you for Valentine’s Day,” he added, and Buck nodded.

“Yeah, but that lunch was because neither of us had time to go home to pick up the leftovers that we were supposed to have,” the younger firefighter explained away a second time, still not sure why his boyfriend kept on giving him a look. “And-and the tour was a gift, and you’re not really a fan of that sort of thing, so it doesn’t count…”

His voice trailed off and he stared at Tommy, trying to figure out what was going on…

And then the older man started laughing, his eyes crinkling up in the corners as he shook his head and said, “Oh, god, you are so cute…”

Buck felt off-footed at his boyfriend’s amusement and stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a dish towel in his hands feeling like he had missed some part of their conversation—and then Tommy moved towards him and said, “Babe, we go out on dates all the time. Did someone tell you that a date had to have dinner or sex to make it a date?” he asked jokingly, and Buck flushed, not wanting to admit that he had thought it had to have some sort of romantic component to make it a date.

“Uh, I…uh I thought that one of us had to at least ask the other person out,” he hesitantly said, and Tommy grinned and replied, “I mean, yeah, sure, that’s always nice, but every single time we go out, just the two of us, and it doesn’t involve groceries,” he amended, “Then…yeah. I think of it as a date…”

Buck raised an eyebrow.

“You do?”

Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, I do love our nicer dates, for sure, but I’ve been trying to make sure that we do things together every week so that neither of us feels neglected,” he explained, moving in closer than before and hooking a finger through one of firefighter’s belt loops. “If you want something nicer, though, to be reminded that you’re still being romanced, we can do that, too. I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting you…”

Buck felt his heart swell in his chest at his boyfriend’s sweet words and he tilted his head and regarded him softly, and then said, “You’re not neglecting me.”

“…But you’d like something fancy once in a while?”

He licked his lips. Nodded.

Tommy gave him one of those crinkly smiles that he loved so much and said, “I can do that. Hell, I love seeing you dressed up in a suit, so I’m not complaining. How about this, then.” He wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist. “Once a month I take us out someplace where we have to dress up. Doesn’t have to be expensive, but it does have to be an excuse where we get to see each other all fancy, and we can end the night with hot and sweaty sex every time. Does that sound good?” he asked, squeezing his waist…

…and Buck nodded a second time and said a bit emphatically, “Hell, yes. Besides, this means I get to see you in a suit, and that’s always a good thing, too,” and they grinned…and then leaned in at the same time and kissed, and Buck melted into the heat of it, never getting tired of feeling Tommy’s lips on his own.

Just as things started to heat up, however, his boyfriend’s phone suddenly went off.

“Mmf, have to get that,” he said, pulling away from the kiss to answer it.

He briefly glanced at the screen—and then Buck stared as the airman coldly and abruptly walked away from him as he took the call, catching a few words from the other end of the line that didn’t quite make sense, but he knew it was a man’s voice, and Tommy looked far too serious as he mouthed to him, ‘I’ll take it in the garage’, and then disappeared back where he had come from.

Okay, so they had some more dates planned—but what the hell had just happened?

Seconds ago they had been well on their way to nice, hot makeout session…but then with one phone call it had stopped?

Usually if someone called while they were making out, Tommy would let Buck go to town on his neck and jawline while he took the call and tried to make them finish it up as quickly as possible without them being any the wiser that anything was going on. It was a sort of game for the two of them to see how long the airman could keep quiet as Buck did his best to make him lose it enough to hangup on the person on the other end.

Instead, he was being given the cold shoulder.

Confused by the mixed signals, he went back to cleaning up the kitchen...and then less than a couple minutes later, his boyfriend was back, plastering himself to his back, saying into his ear, “Sorry about that, it was a work call. Looks like I’m gonna have to switch shifts with Lucy next week. I’ll be working Tuesday and Wednesday, instead of Wednesday and Thursday. You okay with that?”

Buck did his best to act unaffected, nodding and saying, “Yeah, that’s fine,” but fully knowing that it hadn’t been Lucy on the line.

It had been a man.

…why was his boyfriend lying to him?

But before he could think on it for too long, two warm hands slid down under the front of his sweatpants and a hot, wet mouth was on his ear, and everything was forgotten, especially when gentle teeth began to tug at his earlobe, short circuiting his brain in the best way possible, erasing any questions he had in his mind.

“So, I was thinking,” Tommy panted into his neck. “Saturday night, we skip the stay at home date and instead I take you out to this little place I know that has a dress code. How does that sound?”

He stared for a moment—and then nodded.

“Yeah, that-that sounds great,” he replied as his boyfriend’s hands dipped down even further and teased at his hips, fingers going dangerously close to where he really wanted them, his mouth now firmly attached to the back of neck where it felt like he was about to leave a very nicely sized bite mark. Buck let out a soft whine and panted as Tommy finally put his hand on his rising erection at the same time he bit sharply against his skin.

“Da…daddy,” he gasped out and he could feel Tommy grin against his neck as he said, “Yeah, I got you, baby boy…wanna take this upstairs?” and he nodded, soon all thoughts of the odd phone call erased from his mind as his boyfriend hauled them both upstairs to their bedroom.

It could wait.

[humanmorph]

Fero / Panther

i made this as a sort of test to try out if the guide i found actually worked (it does!). pretty happy with the result, so i may just make another one.

(i also took some still pictures of the drawings)

[llitchilitchi]

I get hating certain political systems and trying to abolish totalitarian regimes but at the same time many of them are so interwoven with our history and society they have become tropes and when I consume media with a setting where the monarchy is absolute and revered then I am playing my part and sucking that princeling off

[vampstel]

I love making custom decals for RH <3

[arolesbianism]

I wanna take a crack at making some fake screenshot graphics for my Sif Odile duo loopers au but I do not feel confident enough in my ability to mimic isat's art style and I also have a crippling fear of drawing backgrounds

[itsalwaysdark]

and when i live on my own ill be able to decorate like real life decorate ive never gotten to do that in real life b4

[monkee-mobile]

my headcanons… oughh… most of my monkees headcanons are just about them being domestic and snuggling and stuff and that’s too much for tumblr i fear… they’re a family… and they love each other very much…. and take care of each other…… oughhhh monkees….

[piratebay]

my therapist asking if i'd tried anything other than meds drugs and/or alcohol to sleep before. like bruh. the list is long. the nighttime ritual i had as a child worked most of the time but since then nothing really has been that effective. also probably because i haven't been able to form any routine on my own without outside reinforcement. ever. much less one that works in the long term. :smiles beautifully:

[phagodyke]

weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<

[vynegar]

14% of the way through....

[skrunksthatwunk]

been cleaning my dorm for like 4 hours and it somehow does not feel like it has amounted to anything

[seilon]

really evil that the universe decided I wouldn’t like eating fish of all things. there’s so few big categories of food i dislike and im like. why did it have to be that one. why couldn’t i just not like. idk. celery or something. it’s so unfair

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Watch my 9mm go BANG!

Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, gun play, dead dove, caleb is a walking red flag in this one, the gun goes WHERE???

An: So um… I’m obsessed with him, and I sincerely apologize for writing this.

No, you’re absolutely right. Sylus would never fuck you with his gun. He cherishes you, worships your body as if you’re a goddess who fell into his lap. He’s too weary of accidentally hurting you. He couldn’t fathom shoving an object of war inside your pretty little pussy, the most safest of places that he knows. It’s a blasphemous thought really.

but you know who would do that…

“C-caleb, th-that… oh my god… what are you doing-? Mmph! Shit,” you gasp and pant, looking down between your legs to marvel at the black weapon adorned with silver attachments sliding through your slick folds.

Caleb’s lilac eyes are on you, watching you from between your knees, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the confusion, fear, and arousal take precedent on your face.

This type of debauchery is only something you could take part in with someone you trust with your whole life. Caleb already knows all your secrets… What’s one more sick kink to add to his arsenal of blackmail?

“What’s the matter, pipsqueak? This is only such a small step up from my hand.” He taunts, raising his robotic arm up to give you a teasing wave.

His other hand is carefully dragging the handgun up and down, watching as you coat his gun in the most beautiful of shine. Truthfully, he’s considering doing this with all of his guns. He needs his pretty girl to christen all of his weapons. You know… for luck.

“Ah-!” you gasp and tense as you feel him aim the weapon right at your small bundle of nerves, applying a small amount of pressure before he skillfully maneuvers the gun in small circles.

Your hands are fisting at the sheets, slightly pulling at them as you try to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. He’s using a gun to bring you to the edge, and the worst part was you’ve never been this close to finishing so quickly before.

Your stomach tightens, and you’re on the cusp. Your legs try to clamp around Caleb’s arm and the gun, but his other hand presses to your knee and forces you to keep your legs open.

“Tsk. Come on. Let me see~ I wanna see you unravel on my gun,” his eyes are glimmering with mischief and perversion as he applies more pressure, and he flicks his wrist in tighter circles, pinpointing your pleasure center down with such ease.

“Fuck-! Caleb… I-“ you can’t even get the words out before you feel your body snap like a bowstring. Your pleasure ripples through your body in waves as your walls clench around nothing.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmurs proudly as he finally relieves some of the pressure. “I wanna see it happen again,” he proclaims, sliding the gun further down towards your entrance.

“Wait- You can’t be serious, C-caleb,” you choke out, squirming backwards on the bed away from the handgun being pointed towards your very core.

“Dead serious, pipsqueak,” he affirms as he gives you that cold gaze he’s mastered since becoming a colonel. “What? Don’t you trust me?”

He flips the gun upside down, tilting the handle towards your clit as the muzzle plugs your entrance.

Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you find yourself stilling for him. Some deep depraved part of you is just as enticed as it is repulsed.

“Look at you being such a good girl,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee before he slides the barrel of the gun inside you.

“O-oh!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed as you squeeze your eyes closed. The metal isn’t very cold anymore, and it’s adequately lubed with your arousal from earlier.

“Shh, shh.” he whispers as his hands slowly work the gun further inside you. His eyes are enamored with the sight of your puffy folds, happily swallowing his gun like the needy slut you are. “Feels good to let go, don’t it?”

You’re too focused on the feeling of his gun slowly sliding in and out of you. Your warm walls hug around the barrel. You’re completely baffled at how you’re getting so turned on from this. You should be scared out of your mind, but instead, your hips are rolling, trying to seek out more stimulation from the weapon.

“Sooo eager. God, you’re so beautiful,” his voice is husky as he whispers. He can feel the strain in his pants from his erection, but he’s not looking to relieve himself. This is all about you.

He tilts the handle of the gun upwards, pressing the butt of the handle against your small bundle of nerves. The angle of the gun making it possible to stimulate twice as much.

“Oh my— shit, Caleb!” you’re stumbling over words as your cunt flutters around the gun. You’re already close again.

“That’s right, pretty. Cum on my fucking gun. Come on. Give it to me,” he demands, gripping the gun tightly with one hand as he’s pumping it in and out quicker. The sound of metal clicking and squelching echoes in the room.

His face is twisted in pure concentration, and his muscles flex with each time he moves the gun inside you. His chain bouncing around his neck as he works you down.

Your body goes taut, and you lift your hips up off the bed. Your slick is gathered beneath you onto the sheets. You’re dripping.

Your ears begin to ring, and you shout his name as you squeeze around his gun. His hands become more methodical, pumping the gun leisurely with his hand.

You can hear him let out a low growl as he watches your pussy constrict. You’re such a pitiful thing — trying to milk his gun as if it could even give you anything.

You’re gasping for air as he slowly pulls the gun out of you. Its shiny metal was glistening in your slick. Caleb smirks to himself, knowing that every time he cleans it, he’s going to have to plunge it into you again.

“Messy girl,” he grins as he admires his weapon. He then slowly brings it up to his lips before his tongue lulls out, and he licks your juices straight off of his gun, savoring your taste.

“You’re sick,” you pant, unable to tear your eyes away from the downright pornographic sight.

“Says the one who just came on my gun like a psychopath.”