#that casual anon

[nottsangel]

bsf theo who once fingered you while watching a movie and you didn’t seem to care now every time you guys watch movies be fingers you but then you guys act like it never happened

yup nothing weird about that. you’re just his personal fidget toy ! he gets to keep his hands busy and you get to cum. it’s just two best friends helping each other out 😇

[arkarti]

Ngl. Peepaw trolling Henry with his "eggplant". "I'm coming over and bringing *it* and then it's just his eggplant.

yeah, he can offer his 🍆 to Henry :3

LATER:

wow! growing his own vegetables? a man of many talents~

[hellscap3]

Well drawing I was thinking of his first time playing vs his 100th. You may notice in the top left one of these bullets is not like the other..

[beescake]

Did you used to draw Gorillaz fanart? Your style reeks of it

o i JUMPED

[slutforpringles]

what are your top daniel suit moments? 🤍🖤

Oooooh what a question!!!

Ok so my all time favourite is 1000% the green suit moment from Daniel's appearance on Stephen Colbert (especially in the photos from before his hair cut 🤤🤤)

I think next would be this absolutely unhinged levels of hot look from the Las Vegas GP last year 🥵😵‍💫

His Wimbledon outfit from 2021 is a top tier Daniel look and will forever be one of my faves (he just screams hot-and-I-know it cunty AF Daniel which in the context of the 2021 season was just *perfect* too)

And finally honorable mentions to both his Met Gala look and this Hugo suit moment from Silverstone this year

Ahhh this was such a fun ask thank you @powerful-owl 💞🫶🏻

[genericpuff]

so, was kore born from Demeter's grief and Zeus' wrath? she appears from the asphodel's cooing and reaching for Demeter after an obviously detrimental event. we know Zeus played a role in Kore's "creation." are we to understand that Kore is a manifestation of Demeter's vitality and bounty and Zeus' impulsivity and destruction? is this why Kore's nature is dualistic? she is literally born into a bed of flowers that are associated with the life cycle and also remembrance. her existence commemorates a terrible event and also the beginning of some sort of cycle towards healing and growth. idk. i like your interpretations of things, i like the way you write and how you incorporate everything into the story. you breathe realism into this retelling and i really appreciate your perspective and creativity. i hope you continue to hone your writing and art--you have great skill ♥️

[patolemus]

Just Stiles casually being obsessed with Derek's hands and one night when they're in bed Stiles sleepily runs his finger tips over the back of Derek's hand and fingers. An equally sleepy Derek asked why he was doing that and Stiles doesn't reply with nothing but a mumbled 'beautiful' and casually falls asleep while leaving Derek a blushing confused mess, end tweet :>

YESSSSSS YES YES YES YES TO ALL OF THAT

Sorry if I'm overstepping dear anon but this came out of nowhere so here you have a small snippet??

Stiles has a certain appreciation for Derek's hands. They're big, veiny and bigger than Stiles'. Where he has slender fingers, Derek's are bigger, no callouses on the pads because he's a werewolf and werewolves don't get callouses despite all the hard work Derek does with his hands. His nails are trimmed short, and Stiles knows Derek trims and buffs them every day because they grow back a little every time Derek uses his claws and Derek doesn't like it.

Stiles likes Derek's hands. He likes Derek's fingers, too. He likes them when they're spread across his back, or holding his waist, or grabbing his own hand, or slipping in an out of him when they're having sex. Derek's hands are beautiful, a work of art, really, just like the rest of him. And Stiles loves to hold Derek's hands, loves it when they're walking around town with their fingers laced together, or when they're sitting on the couch and Derek lets Stiles play with his hands. He loves it when they're in bed together and Derek sneaks an arm around him to hold him close and Stiles gets to trace paths on his free hand as he doses off.

"What are you doing?" Derek asks in that infinitely fond voice of his that is reserved only for Stiles. It's clear out, sunlight filtering through the curtains, but they're both on the verge of falling asleep. Stiles is tracing the bones in Derek's hands with his fingertip, touch featherlight as he makes his way across the index finger to the wrist.

"Hmm," Stiles merely hums, not really having a reason for doing this other than he likes it. His mind is numb with sleep, and he doesn't want to stop what he's doing. "Beautiful," he mumbles at last, a suitable explanation. He falls back asleep almost immediately after, hand on top of Derek's as Stiles snuggles deeper into the werewolf's embrace.

[claraoswalds]

BEN SHAKIR + being called "Benny"

+bonus

[nevvaraven]

If any of you ever end up becoming famous authors in the future and I somehow end up recognising your writing style I pinky promise I’ll take your secret to the grave, no one will know you used to write about fictional dudes deepthroating each other in coffee shop AU’s except you and me 🤝

[dipperscavern]

closer by nine inch nails came on the radio (am i 90?) and i almost crashed my car ITS SO CREGAN CODED sorrysorry

- 🕊️

oh FUCK IT IS. FUCKKKK

“i wanna fuck yoy like an animal”… cregan overstimulating u… leaving bite marks and hickeys and bruises and your lips are swollen and kiss bitten and it’s the fifth round and u dotn know where u are anymore what who said that

(and then he’s so sweetly bringing u bakc to reality like he didn’t just take away your ability to think)

“you get me closer to god” his faith in the gods increasing becaude of u,,… because he’s so in awe of what they created…. who said that

[mxtxfanatic]

Hi, I know you've talked about differences in MDZS translations before so I wanted to ask something. In the exr version of the Yunmeng/Dream Come True chapter, after Wei Wuxian admits that he just wanted to hang out with Lan Wangji back then, they translate one of the lines as "Be honest about whether or not you thought about me in the same way." In the 7s version, they translate it as "Tell me if you felt the same way." However, the exr line seems to have more romantic undertones than the 7s one (i.e. 'did you feel the same about me' vs. 'did you also want to hang out'). Do you possibly know which is more true to the original meaning of the text? Or am I just reading into it too much and there really is no difference between the two??

I can't tell you which translation is closer to the original wording of that section, because I can't understand the raws and there's no third translation to act as tie-breaker. I feel like they both say the same thing, though, it's just that the 7seas version reads weirder because it breaks the rhythm in wangxian's call-and-response by deleting the repetition, which also makes that bit of dialogue sound awkward and clunky.

He turned around to give him a hand, “And so, Lan Zhan, you’re gonna have to be honest too.” Lan WangJi also went back on the boat. He handed him a red ribbon, “Be honest about what?” Wei WuXian held the ribbon in between his lips, using both of his hands to retie the hair that had come loose underwater, “Be honest about whether or not you thought about me in the same way.”

—exr

vs.

“So tell me honestly, Lan Zhan.” Lan Wangji got on the boat and handed him a red cord. “Of what?” Wei Wuxian held the red cord with his mouth as he pulled back his hair, which had come loose in the water. “Tell me if you felt the same way,” he said solemnly.

—7seas

Idk why the 7seas translator went with that choice of diction, but this is why it's good to have a translator who is also a good creative writer translate creative writing.

[tentacleplains]

finished up the shirt cut meme ^^

eden requested by: @edenscompanion harper requested by: @pip-n-chips sydney requested by: @nightstag avery requested by: @wreckowafer black wolf requested by: anon!

requests for the hairstyle meme are still open!

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Poly!Marauders – Drink up

Anon: hi cutie, i love your writing <3 i was wondering if you could do casual dominance with poly!marauders? tysm

Yes omg I love casual dominance, I'm not super experienced so it didn't end up being very long, but I think it's something I might want to build on!!

Masterlist.

“Here you go, pup, drink up.”

You were handed a large glass of water and urged to drink it. This was normal for you, you had better listen to your daddies when they told you something, or else you’d be punished. Taking the glass, you drank all of it, before handing it back to Sirius. They wanted what was best for you, and always took care of you.

“Baby, come here,” James said, patting his knee. You stalked over, plopping down and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He was usually in charge of the cooking, and therefore got the benefits of helping you with breakfast. Cutting up the banana pancakes, he blew cold air on them before moving the fork up to your mouth. You could eat on your own, and you did, sometimes, like when there were others around or when you felt like it, though usually, you were at least partly fed all your meals. “Good girl, eating so well for us, love you.”

“I love you too, Jamie,” you said, giggling at him and his lovestruck face.

When it was time to leave for the day as you all had somewhere to be, work, uni or other, Sirius helped you pick out an outfit, which had to be approved by Remus, before he helped you with your makeup and James tied your laces. Most of the time it was lovely being spoiled like this, never having to make your own decisions.

Other times, it was really irritating. On Tuesdays, the gang gathered for tacos and tequilas, something everyone enjoyed. When the group made its way to the third bar, however, you were handed a bottle of water and told to drink as “we don’t want you having any headaches tomorrow.” There was one issue, though.

“But, daddy, I’ve gotta… go,” you squirmed, trying to avoid the bottle in Remus’ hand, as well as his gaze. When going out, they’d always order for you, pay for you, and make sure you were very comfortable – except they still had their dominance over you, as their little girl, you had no say.

Chuckling, Remus wrapped his arms around your waist, and squeezed. It almost hurt, your bladder so full it might explode, but having an accident in the line for the bar was too embarrassing to handle. “Daddy, please stop,” you begged, quietly, not wanting anyone else to hear. He only chuckled at you, holding you close.

“Five more minutes, dove, and half the bottle, then you can go,” he said, mockingly.

[bixels]

So i have a small nicpic i wanted to share with you about your interpretation of spike in the au and i want to make two things clear before i talk

1) i havent watch the series for a little while as of now so i might be misnterpreting a aspect of this chatacter that might have never been there and only apeared in fan content and personal interpretation (since that whats been keeping me on the fandom)

2) this is not a big problem about the au i matured enough to not get angry at a interpretation of a fictional charater

Now here i go

I feel spike being the same race as the rest of his familie makes him lose a part of his character that might have not been central but was still something interesting about him and is the idea of not mayhering how diferent he looked from his adoptive family (and his cominty as a whole) he was he was still seen as part of it

Again this isnt a big problem with the au as a whole its just a small nicpic that i have about the au and its not going to make me hate the au

This was just my opinion that i wanted to share and im interested to know your opinion about what i said

I understand this criticism and agree that having Simon/Spike be a different race than Thea could speak to their relationship in the original show.

My reasoning for designing them both to be African American is this. I believe Simon's adoption is enough to explore the feelings of separation and exclusion he may have with Thea and her family. The original show doesn't bring up Twilight and Spike's racial differences much because they originally didn't consider Spike to be a part of Twilight's family. As far as I know, there's no moment where someone says, "Wow! You're telling me you're related to Twilight Sparkle? But you look nothing alike!" because Spike was more so Twilights... familiar than anything.

Later episodes that explore their familial dynamic poses the conflict through Spike's adoption. There's one episode where Spike's "biological father" returns, and Spike accuses Twilight of not being his real family, which breaks her heart. There's another that delves deep into Spike's feelings of exclusion from Twilight and Shining Armor's siblinghood. Basically, in discussions of family dynamics, the show places more emphasis on Spike's identity as an adopted sibling rather than a dragon.

I really do believe a multiracial family would be good representation, but the racial dynamics would not be something I'd be interested in getting into. That's not to say I find real multiracial families problematic or uninteresting or unappealing or unimportant. I just wouldn't be interested in having to explain in-text that Simon (non-black) and Thea (black) are related over and over; it would grow tedious. It adds an extra level of writing complication and opens up racial discourse (discourse that I feel is unrelated to their relationship in the original show) that I don't want to concern myself with, especially because I have no experience in navigating such discourse.

[fireflyinks]

hi🥰 can u write something about hamzah taking readers weed virginity and she greens out/passes out and hamzah takes care of her?

dream blunt rotation

stoner!hamzah x reader

a/n : WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE OMG OKAY, excuse this if it’s like not accurate to what weed is like, IM TRYING MY BEST. also this is NOT PROOF READ because i am LAZY so please don’t flame me

contains : use of weed, very brief vomitting (WARNING FOR EMETOPHOBIA), fluff, cuteness, lowkey casual dominance, munchies 😛😛😛

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I watched as Hamzah brought his blunt back and fourth from his lips and back. Laying in his arms, I tried not to scrunch my nose at the smell. I had never tried weed, and though Hamzah and I had been dating for a while now, I was not anything close to a fan of the smell. I could tell Hamzah was accustomed to it.

He must’ve noticed that I was staring at him, since he raised his eyebrows curiously at me, and I quickly focused my gaze at the ceiling fan.

“What are (water) you looking at, baby?” He questioned with a grin on his face.

I shook my head, he knew what I was looking at. I was sure Hamzah could tell I was curious about trying weed, but I was far too scared to ask or toy with it without any help.

“Do you wanna try?” He added, moving the blunt towards me.

I paused for a moment, trying to decide if I was really about to do this. I hadn’t done anything like this before. Hell, I’d barely ever gotten drunk. My whole I’d been told that drugs and alcohol was bad, and yet my boyfriend was dangling a blunt in front of my face.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I can tell your curious though.”

Hamzah was somewhat different when he was high. It made him calmer, less on edge, and not so socially awkward. It was nice seeing him in such a relaxed state, and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would make me act.

I finally grabbed the blunt from him gently. Staring at it for a few moments, I fumbled with it between my fingers. I could say all day that I was going to get high, the problem was acting doing it.

“Can you help me?” I asked shyly, my cheeks heating. Hamzah nodded, taking the blunt back and carefully moving them towards my lips.

“It might hurt at first, that’s just because you’re not used to it. Just suck it in, hold it for a couple seconds, and then breathe it out.”

I nodded, and I watched as he moved it closer to me. It was such an intimate feeling, laying on him as he placed something so tainted, something I’d been warned about my entire life, between my lips.

I did as he had instructed me, sucking it in, holding it, and breathing out, but I managed to sneak a coughing fit in towards the end. Hamzah rubbed my back as a sat up, and after a few moments, I leaned back again.

“How do you feel?” He asked, taking a hit of the blunt.

I thought for a moment. It was a lot different than I had expected, but I was willing to try the foreign feeling again.

“I wanna try again.” I stated, and he moved the joint towards me once again.

This time I just barely coughed, and I smiled triumphantly afterwards.

“There you go.” Hamzah encouraged, waiting a few moments until I nodded and he put the blunt between my lips once more.

I didn’t cough at all this time. Looking up at Hamzah, I watched as he smiled down at me.

“See, it’s not too bad, right?”

I nodded, “It doesn’t hurt as bad now.”

“If you start feeling sick, tell me, okay?”

I hummed in agreement. Hamzah took another hit, and then let me take another as well. The feeling was foreign, almost like I was floating, almost like I weighed nothing, but it was a good feeling. I giggled at every stupid joke Hamzah would make, which wasn’t too different than how I was sober.

I was glad that out of all people I could’ve experienced this with, it was Hamzah. He’d run his fingers through my hair as I rambled on about anything and everything that came to mind. Hamzah was extra silly too, joking that this was his “dream blunt rotation”.

These good feelings only lasted a couple minutes, until my sixth hit, in which I began to feel extremely nauseous.

I tried to sit up, but the floaty feeling was still there. “Hamzah?” I said, trying not to panic.

“Hm?” He said. I could tell he was out of it.

“I feel really sick,”

Hamzah immediately stood up, guiding me to the bathroom. I was glad he held my arm as we walked, because the floaty feeling didn’t go away as I moved, matter of fact, it got worse.

Once we’d reached the small bathroom, I kneeled in front of the toilet, and immediately started vomitting. Hamzah held my hair back,

My cheeked flushed as I realized he was seeing me in such a vulnerable state. Hamzah and I had been dating for a while now, but I’d never been sick in front of him. He didn’t seem to mind though, and if he did I couldn’t have noticed since I was a bit preoccupied.

Once I was done, he helped me up slowly and lead me back to the bed.

“D’you feel better?” He asked, placing me on his lap and stroking my hair.

“Yeah, I’m sorry-“

Hamzah shook his head, kissing my lips gently. “You have nothing to be sorry for, I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have let you do that much on your first time.”

I shrugged, “It’s okay, I promise.”

Hamzah was always very comforting towards me, but this was a new side of him I hadn’t seen yet. Almost protective, and I couldn’t say I didn’t like it.

“Are you hungry?”

I thought for a moment. Now that I was thinking about it, I was extremely hungry. I had always heard of the cravings that came with smoking weed, but I hadn’t expected it to be this intense.

Nodding, I watched as Hamzah picked up his phone.

“I’ll order something, what do you want?”

“Everything?”

Hamzah laughed, continuing to play with my hair with one hand while typing on his phone with another.

“What about pizza?”

I nodded vigorously, “Pizza sounds so good.”

Hamzah smiled at me, stroking my cheek.

The room fell silent for a moment, as he typed away ordering the pizza and spent a moment admiring him.

Hamzah set his phone down, “It’s ordered.”

I smiled, “Thank you, Hamzah.”

He shrugged, “It’s just pizza, baby-“

“No, I mean for taking care of me, and letting me try this.”

“Oh,” he looked down, avoiding my eyes. Hamzah enjoyed praise, but always became flustered when it was given to him, “it’s no problem, the least I could do.”

I smiled, kissing him softly. His thumb continued to stroke my cheek, while his other explored my thigh. He touched me with so much fragility, as if I was made of glass and could shatter at any amount of pressure.

My eyes began to grow heavy after I pulled away. I knew I probably shouldn’t fall asleep now, since it was only 6:27 pm and if I wanted any chance of falling asleep tonight, I needed to stay up.

“Are you sleepy?” Hamzah asked, looking at me with so much affection, my heart felt as if it might burst.

“Yeah,” I fought a yawn.

Hamzah guided me to lay on his chest, “I’ll wake you up when the food gets here.”

I slowly nodded, closing my eyes. Hamzah’s careful fingers ran through my hair, soothing me to sleep.

[naughtynoodle056]

Not to be controversial but the way some feeders expect feedees to eat is nothing short of unhinged and I don't mean that positively lol. Maybe I'm just too soft but why do some feeders think it's genuinely sustainable for the average feedee to eat like 10,000 calories a damn day EVERY day? To eat literally Everything in their house regardless of grocery funds or other people living with them? To order out Every Single Fucking Day like that shit isn't crazy expensive? Think it's genuinely sustainable to be stuffed to the point of pain at Every meal ever?? Idk man sometimes I feel like some feeders get so horny they forget to think with their brains and acknowledge that most people don't have the resources, funds, or physical capability to perform some of the things the hard-core gainers in this scene do and it's really irritating to navigate around lol