#thanks all of y’all

[waiting-to-be-lost-at-sea]

Getting to know you better game

Last song you listened to - i destroy myself for you - Montell Fish

Current Obsessions: Thiam, researching 50s - 60s pop music & grilled cheese toasties. (I had to add what I’m in the middle of doing while updating a chapter of my slow burn thiam fic 😂😂😂)

Currently reading: “HOW TO LOITER IN A TURF WAR” by Coco Solid.

Currently watching: Bob’s Burgers (my comfort show), The Bear (bcuz it’s freaking amazing) and Last Holiday (because I love Queen Latifah).

I was tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves ty u for adding me to this game 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

I’ll be tagging @spookyblazecoffee @luckyvd @azraphels @thiamsxbitch

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[otp-more-like-killmeplease]

Oldies Station got me in my feels again

[koolaid-girl23]

When your senpai finally acknowledges you and it feels so cool 😭💕

[i-like-forcefem]

You wake up due to a an odd discomfort around your groin, you feel around and touch something soft and plastic?

You turn on the lights and find yourself lock in a small, pink chastity cage

You panic a little, you’ve never done this before, you try to pull it off and it won’t budge and you notice just how little you can touch your member now

You get hard

It hurts

You look around the room and see an envelope next to a small pile of clothes and some odd plastic?

You open the envelope

My dearest love,

You wronged me, the fact you wouldn’t know who I am makes it that much worse

So I thought it’d only be right if I punished you

As you might’ve found out already I’ve securely locked you up and only I have the key

If you ever want it back you’ll need to do some things for me first

Mod course you won’t be allowed to touch your memeber until I release you

Next you will need to wear the clothes, and insert the remote anal vibrator I provided to you

You will then need to watch any porngraphic content I send you over the course of the next 2 weeks, dressed up and wearing the plug

I’ve made a separate number where we can chat

I expect you to use the proper respect when talking to me

I expect you to thank me for teaching you how to be a good girl

And I expect you to drop whatever you’re doing whenever I send you a message, and if I so ask you’ll put on the shuttle clothes I gave you, put in the plug, and watch whatever degrading smut I sent you while I control your ass

Do this like a good girl for 2 weeks and I’ll take off the cage

Mess up once, and I’ll flush the key down the drain

Oh and don’t think to get it removed or anything, I got that onto you without you noticing once, and if you get it off I’ll know that means you’re ready for your second round!

And trust me you wouldn’t like the second round, something tells me that you’d hate losing your freedom of movement

So now be a good girl and dress yourself up already love~

I’m waiting

Oh! And one more thing!

I can and will change the rules at any time, for example one I thought of right now: the two weeks only count down if you spent the whole day in cute woman’s clothing, so if you ever put on those nasty clothes you’re wearing right now, the day doesn’t count and you still have 2 weeks to go

Good luck cutie! Try to keep me happy~

[ownalternative]

Beatles Comments on different social platforms Simulator

YouTube: Great music by some great boys. I remember watching them for the first time on Ed Sullivan. I have grandchildren now and I still make time to listen to these boys!

Reddit: No no your personal opinion is wrong. John is the superior Beatle and you’re honestly childish for having Paul as a favorite. And Blackbird as your favorite song? Gross. I don’t care that your grandma sang that to you before she died. Here’s why Revolution 9 is a hidden masterpiece by the way-

Twitter: Did you know that John Lennon beat his wife to a bloody pulp and killed a man for being gay and threw his son down the stairs and set a puppy on fire and-

Tumblr: …And that’s how I think Paul McCartney’s pregnancy would impact his music career.

[iggyshippingcorner]

big stobotnik doodle dump from the last few days! i almost never get big sketch pages and so it was such a delight to zone back into my body to find I had filled the canvas…

enjoy my fiddling with cybernetic designs and badnik styles! take a peek at image alt for more info :)

[crazy-fangirl2524]

My biggest flex will always be how I knew Neil was the more feral and dangerous one than Andrew this whole time even before tsc and seeing the entire fandom freaked out makes me want to kiss and hug Nora and just thank her for finally finally showing everyone and I’m not just crazy

[alabasterpickles]

I am no stranger to making oc’s for the fandoms I engage in and most of them I rarely talk about so let me give y’all a quick breakdown of one of the gals I’ve been playing around with the the last few months

I was talking with my sister about how strange (and sad!) it is that Sidon and Mipha’s mother is mentioned maybe *once* in passing and how funny it is that neither of them look remotely like their dad, so naturally this sparked a desire to explore what she may have been like/looked like!

I’m going to guess she was close to Yona’s size (she’s my main canon adult Zora woman reference point) which still makes her itty bitty compared to Dorephan. And also I headcanon that both kids take after her — which is why they both had special “Sage” abilities and Dorephan does not, it’s all on mom’s side of the family! The second drawing was me trying to figure out their approximate size difference (which would’ve been comically large anyway), featuring young Dorephan!

I know the “dead mom” trope is a major plot device in this particular series, but it’s nice to think about all the pre-tragedy family stuff.

Anyway! Her name is Sola!

Enjoy these little doodles!!

ALSO for the record, Sidon inherited his winning shark smile from mom in my mind

[swords-and-chaos]

I really haven’t listened to much music by The Crane Wives, but I do like the song Turn Out the Lights. They were really like “Bitch, it’s not worth having an anxiety attack over this at this unholy hour. Go the fuck to bed.”

[dipperscavern]

millions must know what you’re currently cooking in the drafts…

HEARD!

jon snow & cockwarming

jon snow & a fellow nights watch reader breaking the nights watch no kissy oorah rule (curtesy of spirit airlines anon)

jon during his wife’s pregnancy/taking care of his child after it’s born

a jon snow fic (no i will not be elaborating) 🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️ (curtesy of aristotle anon)

thoughts on how the stark men would eat you out [posted]

how i think cregan would be on your wedding night as he takes your maidenhood

flirting with cregan stark

deepthroating cregan stark (curtesy of cheeky anon)

cregan stark eating you out in the godswood/under the weirwood tree

cregan stark cockwarming (curtesy of reverse elsa anon)

enough father cregan stark thoughts to make the labrant family’s breeding kink look tame

i’ll expand on specifics w the father cregan stark thoughts because i’m soooooo kind and generous and merciful. consider these your winter rations

cregan being there for you during the birth/helping you through it (curtesy of reverse elsa anon) [posted]

how he’d react to you interacting with rickon, his one year old son from his late wife (curtesy of witchy anon)

just father cregan thoughts all around. raising them, training them, telling them stories of the north, playing with them etc (same ask as cregan being there during the birth. reverse elsa anon was having thoughts) [same first link]

a lord or lady visiting winterfell & seeing the wolf pack you and cregan have

some will probably be out tongiht during thought sharing time & others will take longer because of my long ass response LOL

[korvidking]

the knowledge that he’s an annoying moth guy plagues me

[traumawhomst]

So Vampires, I won’t lie I love a platonic yandere vampire sire so much.

(1,250 words)

He sees you at your minimum wage job and at first just brushes you off as just another boring human. Then he notices the colors on your bracelet, school colors for a very expensive and exclusive school, a few (human) businesses partners he knew sent their children to that school and none of them worked for minimum wage on their free time. Between the bracelet, the callouses on your hands, and the way your eyes seemed dark and sunken, he knew everything. He left without much thought, telling himself that he didn’t care about some random human and their poor tragic life.

He told himself it was just curiosity when he looked up the current class list, (you can find anything with enough time and money) and found your name. Even in just the school photos you stuck out like a sore thumb, a wildflower in an otherwise perfectly manicured garden. A little further digging revealed you were an amazing student, even if your grades weren’t always perfect. You clearly had talent and a strong work ethic.

It’s just curiosity that makes him dig further, finding your admissions essay, in his office, finding himself smiling at some points, quietly charmed by your choice of words and styling of your essay. It had been a risk that had clearly paid off. He liked those willing to take risks, reminded him of himself when he was younger.

He might as well look further, finding your freelance writing which he poured over in chronological order a growing sense of pride in your progress over the years. Finding your work made him stumble upon your personal life.

Family, but not close, which seemed to be the theme for everyone in it. Did they know about your accomplishments? Did they even care?

He’s not very surprised when he follows you home and sees you living in a studio in an apartment with paper walls, living on a diet of instant noodles and whatever soda was cheapest for that week. How could you study living like this? You seemed to only ever work or study, taking every shift you could just to make enough to afford something a little filling than instant noodles. Surely you’re not at your best, he can’t help but wonder what you could produce given proper resources.

His colleagues laugh when he defends it all as just curiosity, and he decides to approach you in person to finally get over this little, inquiry to rest.

But you look so tired when you smile at him, you’re trying so hard to maintain the smile and he’s wondering when the last time you smiled and he realizes then, as he nods along to your explanation about whatever item he picked up, that he hadn’t seen you smile once in a week of watching you.

He could smell your blood and did his best to hide the scrunching of his nose. Wildly anemic and deficient in every vitamin and mineral that a human needed to stay upright. It set him on edge, wondering about the strain on your body it must have. Humans were so fragile already, how long could you live like this?

The thought of you dying sent a bolt of panic through him. You were young, talented, and hardworking you deserved time to flourish and grow.

It would take a few months for all the necessary paperwork to be complete and in that time he slowly builds a sort of friendship with you.

On your end an older man, (whose eye color you could never remember) started to come in at least once a week. He was sweet in a way you hadn’t expected, happy to talk about any book he or you had brought. That’s when you really noticed him, when he came in holding your favorite book. He hadn’t read it yet, and was happy to hear your small preview and talk about the major themes in it. He always managed to come in when it was slow and for some reason no one ever approached you when you two talked.

He’d said he owned a bookstore, (more than one you imagined from the amount of first editions he causally walked around with) but was visiting here for business. He told you that when you refused to take one of his very expensive first edition he tried to give you. He only relented when you explained that your apartment was rather damp and you knew that it would only degrade the book over time. Next week he showed up with the newest edition, and refused to leave with it. Really you’re doing him a favor, he’d love to hear your thoughts on it.

He wasn’t scary either, he always had this air about him that was calming. Something that made you relax and trust him, and in the few months you met him he’d never done anything make you doubt your trust in him.

He’d brought you a book to read with an immortal character in it, and asked what you’d ever take the chance if offered. The thought of being stuck in your life forever or any life really made you sick to your stomach. No you’d rather accept that your life would be finite and told him you thought life would be meaningless if you were immortal.

And for the first time, something new quickly twitch across his face. Anger? Disappointment? After months of friendly banter and discussion it was almost a slap in the face of the reality of it all. You didn’t know him, or his motives. The look only lasts a moment, before shifting to his pleasant neutral again, but you still saw it. You pretended for the rest of the conversation until he leaves. You request to a new work schedule when you finished for the day.

He on the other hand was practically spinning about it. He should have been ready for this sort of answer, but he wasn’t. He’d had the conversation played a million times in his head, and you always agreed on it being a gift. He rationalized that you simply couldn’t understand it, given time you could be persuaded to see differently.

He showed up, ready to talk with you only to find out (through a heavy layer of compulsion) that you’d changed your hours to avoid Him. Time to move forward with the plan it seemed.

He found you one late night as you walked to your apartment and something about him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand-up.

He offered to walk you home, and you finally put your foot down and told him to leave you alone, as politely as you could muster. But you couldn’t seem to actually speak any of the words. What were you trying to say again?

He happily chatters on about how excited he is to show you your home, one arm around you steering you to some place you didn’t recognize. But every time you tried to say something you’d forget a little more of what was going on.

He didn’t really want it to do it this way, he told himself as he guides you in the deep state of compulsion you’re in. He wanted to win you over with the idea, to gladly accept his offer, to see it as the gift it was. But he could also admit to himself watching you try and fight the compulsion and fail, it was adorable to see the stubbornness that you had, it’d serve you well in your new life.

[obikinetic]

Missing your obikin art hours pls come back to us 💓💓

Anon you are so sweet and I made this just for you 🥺💖

[renonv]

Continuing from previous Brain rot comic. Antonio being difficult, and Francis wants to rip his hair out

[multiheadcanons]

I TELEPATHICALLY CHANNEL ALL OF MY PERIOD PAINS AND TRANSFER IT TO THE MERCS AND DONT CHANGE THE PRONOUNS.

scout: scout is god’s favorite. he exercises so often that he doesn’t really experience cramps, and though his cycle is heavy it only lasts a few days. serious mood swings too. don’t show him any sad shit because it will profoundly affect him and he will cry. and then he’ll get mad at you because he’s crying. then you have to go make amends. and you better do it right or you’ll piss him off more. tries not to jump as often because he hates the feeling of it when he’s on his period.

soldier: no noticeable change but the cravings go crazy. literally posted in the kitchen at all times, if not cooking something staring intently at the microwave, honestly he’s probably doing both. likes the heat of the oven on his stomach. someone get him a rice sock to put in the microwave— actually maybe don’t. that’s a weapon. you just gave him a weapon. he’ll actually fight you with it if he gets pissed off enough. please don’t get hit by soldier’s rice sock.

pyro: posted in the shower, and it’s like a sauna in there. the heat relaxes their muscles; and they feel a little closer to normal. on the field, they do their best to not let it affect them, but sometimes the blood pooling in the suit makes them want to throw up. can’t handle the smell of it as they literally bake in their suit. they’re in the shower if they’re not on the field. and they’ve never been more grateful for their bed being so soft.

demo: cramping, bleeding, and pissy. will take a page out of scout’s book and switch out his grenade launcher for his sword and run more often to alleviate the cramps. can’t take any medication for any of the pains because he drinks too much, so he doubles the dose when he takes aspirins for the hangovers and calls it a day. also is in bed if he isn’t on the field. and unnecessarily touchy. the pressure of a hug feels good on his back. just starts draping himself across anyone who’s unfortunate enough to sit in the same room as him, and closes his eyes and tries to sleep. the team has learned it’s because he wants some pressure placed on his stomach. they’ll generally oblige for him. it’s not too much to ask for a belly rub here and there.

heavy: the cramps don’t bother him. the mood swings he can handle… mainly. it’s the cravings. the cravings kill him. there is no reason he should want a deep fried pickle encrusted in a fruity pebble beer batter and garnished with cilantro and lime, but dammit does he so bad. that’s when he starts making scooby-doo level sandwiches. and he’s so sentimental. it doesn’t seem so, but the random “i value you as a member of the team” from heavy goes so far for the team’s morale. dont cry about it, because he will tear up and reaffirm that you are loved and he loves you. and don’t let him and scout sync up or they’re both going to watch sad movies and cry on each other’s shoulders. what saps.

engineer: god’s favorite… kinda. generally light cycles, no cramps, but they last like a week and a half and his body in general just aches. back hurts, legs hurt, arms hurt, shoulders hurt, major headaches. he’s pounding ibuprofen like it’s going out of style. he could really use a massage, but he feels awkward complaining. so he grits his teeth and gets to work. more sour than normal, but it’s not mood swings. he is in physical pain. it’s like he can feel every bone in his body, and he’s feeling them age in real time. sometimes, if the doctor catches him eating ibuprofen, engie can get a quick massage out of him. enough to give temporary relief from the aches. obviously not enough to give real relief, but enough that whichever body part isn’t working works… a little more. the first time engie got a massage, the doctor just started firmly knocking on his tibia, and engie’s eyes were opened to what it could potentially feel like to have a bolt screwed into his body. his legs felt like jelly, and he had never felt better for battle!

medic: dead in the infirmary. leave him alone. bad cramps, thick clots in his cycles. luckily they only last about five days but he is in pain pretty much every day of it. it pisses him off. it’s exhausting, he’s exhausted, and he wears way too much white and cream to be bleeding the way he does. takes it out on the field. he’ll fistfight you if you get close enough for his arms to reach. fuck the bonesaw, these hands got guaranteed crits. prefers cold compresses over warm ones, though he knows they’re less effective. warming devices overheat him too quickly to use them often, and he prefers to be cold. the ubers help a lot, but once the charge is over the pain returns. at that point he’s taking the whole uterus out. fuck the dumb shit. normally asleep on the operating table, and if you catch him slipping you’ll see blood on his pants. if you bring it up he’ll kill you.

sniper: dead in the van. leave him alone. not as bad as it could be, in comparison to the other mercs, but the second the bleeding starts he is pissed off at worst and irrevocably annoyed at best. cramps hit him very specifically as he’s sitting. and he sits a lot on the job. but standing hurts his feet. he can’t win any way he slices it, and that pisses him off. he starts feeling some type of way about his job, which pisses him off, he’s just very pissy on his period. ultra mega major shit talker. and he will back it up if he has to, then be pissed he got himself in that position. jarate is shelved for the moment. he might be gross but he’s not a freak. the period cravings go crazy, hide the whole fridge. but if he goes in there and the fridge is empty, guess what? he’s gonna be pissed. he will beg someone to get in that kitchen and cook. he will pay for a hot meal. he’d pay ten times the market price for a bag of chips right now. he’s on the verge of tears from the hunger he’s feeling. then his stomach hurts because he’s eating like garbage. and guess what…. yeah you know, he’s gonna get pissed off.

spy: dead in the smoking room. leave him alone. god’s most hated. body aches, mood swings, migraines, cramps for a week. some of those cramps will drop him to the floor, and he hasn’t quite learned how to not react to the pain, so he stays in the smoking room for as long as he can. he’s on as much pain medication as he can be on without destroying his organs. cigarette consumption doubles. bags under his eyes from uncomfortable sleep. on the verge of tears pretty much at all times, and he never knows why. he’s just more distraught than usual. but if you actually piss him off he’ll just shoot you in the foot.