#teach me your ways

[laughtalelogs]

I love that robin has no thoughts the entire time, just smiling and enjoying tea. she is the master of keeping her peace

they don't make this kind of thing anymore 😔

[applebees4prez]

peak lou wilson committing to the bit this episode. my king saw that he failed and was IMMEDIATELY team baron. he really did the most against the weakest character, my dude was fully ready to straight up kill adaine. no remorse whatsoever. lou wilson i love you forever never change.

[theeretblr]

we win theeeeeese!

I forgot things could "trend" on Tumblr

Is the trending page important on here? Either way, being up there is pretty cool! Thank you for the love!

I want to get into using Tumblr again. Is there anything I should know about that most Tumblr users just take for granted? :o

[pucksandpower]

Anxiously watching the race through my fingers while trying to convince myself that it’s just a sport and the outcome doesn’t actually matter

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

WAKE UP EVERYBODY newest episode of the REAL pjotv just dropped !!!

idk why but nancy is annoying of course but the way you write her and percy's dynamic makes it so endearing it's kind of....funny?? like watching two little kids bickering (probably when you read it from outside percy's pov where he wanna murders everyone its kinda sillier? idk) but it's interesting

and i kind of like how some dialogues are copied and pasted from the book and some are new (like nancy's unexpectedly comment which like I remember it just being "he's naked" in the book but you took it a step further?) it's like the right balance of new and old

also I love how you describe percy zoning out because as someone who zones out way too much it's really relatable and if I was a director the way you describe it would make it really easy to visualise how the scene would be shot

HES TALKING TO THE CAMERA!!!

oh i LOVEEE the statue "coming to life while percy is narrating" it's CINEMA

Okay that's it hehe 10/10 as usual? (but do I have to specify anymore everytime? I don't think so)

*drops this here then goes the f to sleep*

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[lesbianoms]

I can never really get behind fatal vore worldbuilding. Maybe I shouldn’t try to think about it that hard, but my strange relationship with all facets of this kink have made me deeply empathetic towards one-off prey who aren’t even real.

I guess I’m saying this because I just read an original vore fic. Extremely well-written with dynamic characters, but there’s always the hanging discussion of morality and human worth in a lot of those stories. Sometimes they address it, sometimes they don’t. But I’m like…always thinking about it. And I wish I didn’t.

There are moments where I’m able to bypass this. Normally because I’m imagining scenarios or writing drabbles where my favorite characters are the ones doing the devouring, and then it doesn’t seem so bad, because my brain doesn’t have to fill in the gaps of if the prey could have been them, or me, or anyone that I love in real life. Intrusive thoughts are a bitch.

And it’s also probably because I have control of what I write. Can’t really explain it, but that helps a ton.

Agh. It’s a hard position to be in sometime. Good thing is, I finally told my therapist about my vore kink, and I’m actually seeing her today. Trauma is definitely at the center of these responses to those kinds of fatal stories— which isn’t any of your guys’s problem, so I won’t go into it any more than I already have on this blog. But I just wish I could separate my “normal” fiction morals from the kinky vore ones. Maybe one day.

[happy-and-gay-tortoise]

I'm low-key scared by people that plan their patch jackets and make all the patches before patching them, yall are like the people that keep their rooms clean constantly. Respect but like, how?

[cawcawbeech]

Will Graham is for the WLWs. He is for the lesbians.

Yes, I did just call Hannibal Lecter a soft butch. Eat me.

[elsi-bee]

Based on the following prompt: Omega Harry is the newly appointed sex ed teacher and uptight Alpha Louis does not approve of his very open methods. A rivalry ensues until Harry unravels him behind closed doors.

A 34k Hate-to-Love Fic written for the @1daboficfest

Read now on AO3

[waterwindow]

Need me a medic main who loves playing medic as much as I love playing soldier

[zehrbear]

how do you guys title your fics? 😫

[glauces-notebooks]

rewatching night at the museum for the first time in a while and wow. i missed this film.

[carta-velina]

First Alan now Tommy, everybody sees this man and gets the urge to buy him new clothes, howww

[balkanradfem]

Your story about that man attempting to groom you was so sad, and I know it doesn't work like this, but you really shouldn't blame yourself. Predators are predators because they're good at hunting.

As a slightly cheering story, I wanted to share my exact opposite experience as a young woman that a man attempted to groom. It's extremely long, so start at your own risk.

When I was eight, my family moved out to a remote farm. And on one hand, it was awesome, because I got to spend years wandering forests and fields so remote that I only saw other humans a few times each year.

On the other hand, I was (and still am, lol) an pretty autistic woman who was receiving zero social feedback during critical formulative learning years. And my mother, who was a lesbian who had married a man because it was expected of her, was really my only major human contact since my father was always at work.

So when I went to college at eighteen, I was very feral and had zero respect for men as a sex, thinking of them as mainly bumbling idiots that you only interacted with if you wanted babies.

Shortly after I started living in the dorms at college, an old man (60s) came up to me in the library and started talking to me. And he was actually pretty fascinating, mainly because he owned a fox and my immediate plan was to befriend him in order to pet his fox. So we exchanged numbers and he immediately he starts calling me every day and would drone on for hours about his life. And I could not care less, so I would let him blabber on in the background while I played video games and ignored him. He started calling so often, that I actually unplugged my phone and then plugged it back in a few days later only for him to call at 3 AM. And when I picked up the phone, he identified himself, and I told it was 3 AM and demanded to know why he was calling at such an hour. He said he just wanted to hear my voice, so I replied "Well you have." and then hung up.

Days later, he calls again and asks if I would like to go out for food and shopping. I respond with deadpan no, and tell him I have no money. He responds he'll pay for everything. And it never occurs to me that there will be expectations from him, because that was just never anything that had occurred in my life. The only adults I knew often bought me food and clothing for no discernable reason.

So we go out, and right away he gives me a ring with a gemstone in it. He blathers on and on about how expensive it was (like $90?) and tells me he knows it's too soon but that I deserve it. And I'm nodding along because this is all true and correct, I am amazing, I am incredible, and people should give me tribute for no reason. (Growing up feral, your ego will never be checked once, so you grow up with iron self esteem.)

We go out to eat, he only talks about himself some more, I eat a delicious chicken plate and then he drives me to some mall. He then tells me to get whatever I want.

And in his head, I imagine he thought that the social expectations would have been set up, that I would pick something cute and made for his gaze, because I'm spending his money and he already paid for my dinner.

But instead, I beeline to the thickest working man's jeans, grab six pairs, and then go straight to the dressing room before slamming the door into his following face. I then try on all six by myself, before coming out and announcing them all adequate and that I will take them all.

He's completely crestfallen and tries to stear me towards the underwear before holding up a thin gauzy thong and recommending them. And I look at him with such distain, like he is the world's stupidest fucking idiot that just fell off of the slow truck, before responding, "Stop being stupid, those will be uncomfortable." I then demand he buys me a six pack of durable cotton granny panties.

After he purchasing everything, we drive back to my dorm and I hop out with my bags. But for some reason, he gets out too. So I turn and face him and just stare at him, waiting for him to explain himself. And he kinda falters and stammers that he thought I was going to invite him up. I inquire why in a severe tone, starting to suspect that I have befriended the village idiot.

He responds that he thought the date was going well so he wanted to come up and see my dorm. And my look of distain, disbelief, and disgust is so severe, that he looks shocked before I even respond: "Why would you think this was a date? You are so old. Older than my father. And ugly. And fat. And I am so young. Why would you ever think this was a date?" And my outrage is so strong that I stride away towards the lobby door without waiting for an answer. He shouts "I want my fucking ring back." and I tell him no, you can't take a gift back, before walking through the door and locking it after me.

I never saw him again and I disconnected my phone, but he did send me an increasingly deranged series of emails where first he attempted to blackmail me into returning the ring by threatening to tell my college that I was defrauding innocent men and get me expelled, and then eventually started writing fan fiction erotica about me and exactly what I did when I had sex with them. But none of it bothered me because you can't taunt or hurt someone with something that isn't true, so I continued to ignore them and eventually he stopped.

So I hope that experience made him too wary to try grooming any other women in the great that he would encounter another autistic farm girl.

By the way, I never got to pet that fox, and that's the real tragedy of this story, that I listened to his annoying voice for so long and didn't even get to touch it.

Noo you didn't get to pet the fox!! Do you think the fox was real, did you see pictures? Maybe it was fake, because that is a perfect pull. If someone came up to me with the information that he has a fox, that would also work on me, I would want to pet that fox so badly.

Other than that, you are incredible, I wish we could all download your mindset and live like this. Amazing, unstoppable, unbothered, cannot be guilted, unafraid, will look a m*n in the face and tell him exactly whats up.

The funny thing is that I thought the same about my creep! I thought he was so old and ugly and boring and stupid and how could he in any realm of possibility even attempt to think he could date me? It was so inappropriate to even imagine that! I just couldn't say that, it would seem unforgivable for me to hurt his feelings by speaking my mind on the issue.

Anon I admire you so much, I can't believe you weren't bothered by all of the insane things he did (calling, trying to blackmail you, writing erotica about you) because I would be at the end of my nerves, changing my name and address, living in hiding for 20 years.

You did the completely right thing by ignoring him, wait if he knew where your dorm was, would he ever wait for you or try to physically assault you? That would be my first fear. You must be so strong to be this brave. I can't even imagine.

[licnheartedd]

exploding my pc with my brain. also here’s an unedited snippet from the jegulus raising harry vigilante au

Pansy freezes and Harry’s stomach drops as they turn to face the source of the command. Up to this point, they’ve managed to avoid any run-ins with any heroes or police officers, and Harry had desperately wanted to keep it that way. He doesn’t want to find out the level of cruelty they are willing to inflict now that he is not one of them.

There’s a team of six running down the street, four of them heading towards the wreckage while the other two come straight for Harry and Pansy. Pansy takes off running, and Harry knows he should follow her—knows it’s his best shot at getting out of here unscathed—but his body is moving in the other direction before he can stop to think about what he’s doing.

Within seconds, he’s back in front of the little boy, shielding him from these “heroes” with his own body. He survived them once. He can survive them again.

[hell-is-a-teenage-girl101]

I CAN'T DRAW GREGORY HOUSE FROM HOUSE MD AND ITS KILLING ME. I DONT KNOW HOW TO DRAW MEN EVEN LESS OLD MEN BUT HE IS AMAZING AND PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER SO IF ANYONE HAS A SHORT TUTORIAL ON HOW TO DOODLE/DRAW HIM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TEACH ME HOW.