#that's refreshing atp

[cemeterym]

even the accessibility person at my school said my doctor's full of shit

[amandayetagain]

Why must October be marred with a week of exams the week of Halloween

[cruelsister-moved2]

[lionblaze03-2]

You folks that say wof is badly written clearly have no experience with warrior cats

[miiyochi]

i wanna try rewriting or expanding on some of the obm!nb lessons w/ solomon tbh... i love him too much to let him be confined to 3 minute interactions

[sar3nka]

Another thing is my bf's father asked me when am I gonna grow up and take out my piercings and dye my hair a natural color and I just. Stared. However I decide not to think too much about a bald man's opinion.

[ouranoa]

<3

ੈ‧₊˚ PLEASE ME ALL YOU WANT.

— featuring . wanderer / scaramouche x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . HERES A LIL THIRST BC I HAVE NO IDEAS 4 REAL DRABBLES! IDKDK!! UHH bath sex, vaginal sex, a lil dirty talk, slight choking, mentions of squirting MAYBE??, overall suggestive content please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n . whoopsie it’s kinda a lil rushed because i want to sleep and rest waaahhh sososos sorry but i finally wrote something after so many days! woo! SORRY THAT ITS RUSHED! sososos sorry it’s a thirst anyways it’s fine!!!! || reblogs appreciated also ^-^

ੈ‧₊˚ “i’m not stopping you.”

✦ WANDERER . SCARAMOUCHE

“s—scara! hah!” you managed to muffle out, scaramouche’s hand lightly squeezing your throat, forcing moans out your throat, taking his cock so well like the good girl you are. “fuck.. you feel so good.” he muttered, your eyes sealing shut as he kept a quick pace. “look at you.. so fucking pathetic and desperate for my cock.” he grabbed your hips, pounding into your aching cunt until the tip of his dick reached and brushed against your deepest areas, feeling your walls clench around him each time he fucked you on his cock. scaramouche couldn’t help it. spreading your legs as far as they could before ramming into you once more as you whined at his harsh thrusts. he licked his lips, hands pinning your wrists above your head on top of the tub as his other squeezed your throat, applying enough pressure to force a choked moan out of your lips.

archons.. scaramouche lost track of time. he was lost in thought, his face was getting red again. he was so embarrassed, but he did what you said, bathe with you. but he didn’t expect himself to show you a part of himself that he had never showed anyone else. his eyes went wide as he reached a spot inside of you he thought he couldn’t. you saw his whole body shake at the feeling of how hard you clenched around his cock. his heart started to beat rapidly, he was going too far, far inside of your soaked pussy, he wanted nothing but more and more of you. he couldn't believe what his life had come to, he was slowly but surely losing control over himself. he fucked you with no mercy, refusing to slow down his thrusts. “yeah? you like this don’t you?”

he grabbed your hips gently, lips curving into a smirk before angling your body a certain way, making his cock brush up against your sweetest spot. “scaramouche!” your back arched, your moans only grew louder by the second. “you like it when i fuck your pussy like this, [name]? fuck it until you can’t even keep track of time anymore? naughty slut. you always wanted me to pound this pussy until you cant cum no more, right? is that what you always wanted me to do? fucking slut.” you moaned at his words, orgasm built up quickly inside of you, your body shock as you came, squirting on his dick. “fuck..” you used all strength left in your body to interlock your lips with his. scaramouche felt his heart skip a beat. he never thought he would know what it would be like to be kissed by you, it seems to him you had just put the final nail in his coffin, you were driving him absolutely crazy. the young man let himself be kissed by you, returning the favour as he pinched your nipple with his fingers.

“tell me, do you want me to fuck you until you can’t handle it anymore, hm?”

“h—hah.. you can please me all you want, i’m not stopping you.”

[tiniinbookland]

my internet is literally pristine and yet my twitch keeps buffering, CAN'T I ENJOY SOME SAM AWESAMDUDE CONTENT IN PEACE

[radioactivedishsoap]

Me when I see someone talk about a really heavy emotional situation I relate to in an easy manner and make jokes ab it that don't invalidate the struggle or turn it into some edgelord thing-y : !!!!!!!!!!

[earthytzipi]

bro this is KILLING. ME.

[cashmakozume]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IWA AND DAICHI ARE TIED?????? PLSSSSSS i'm going to CRY HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THIS

i'm back with another vote harhar

[dollishbabess]

MY ONLY LOVE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- DOLLISH

── .✦

(Song ── .✦ here)

A/n: literally I’M BACKKK (let’s knock on wood now..) but omg college got so busy atp that I disappeared from here oml but I can’t wait for xmas break but also I wanted to say that sadly romance-tober has been canceled until further notice and the amount of dms I got asking for the romance-tober posts are so much omg tyy but a lot of people are demanding a spin off but I’ll see if it fits my schedule tbh but I can’t wait!, but you guys my birthday is in like December 7th so only a month left so we’ll get a series but not romance-tober (maybe 2025??) but a birthday series in December will be going up till the 7th of December and I’ll list a q&a for that too.

Tags: jason todd x fem!reader

The sun was starting its slow descent, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and lavender, the kind of colors that only showed up during those fleeting moments before dusk. There was a chill in the autumn air, gentle enough to be refreshing but sharp enough to remind you that fall was nearly over was here, with its promise of longer nights and cooler days. The park was nearly empty, just a few distant figures walking their dogs, and a breeze rustling through the trees.

You had spent the afternoon setting up a small picnic, knowing that Jason would appreciate the gesture even if he pretended otherwise (he has a fear of gun shots going off at the park randomly.) The plaid blanket was laid out on the grass, anchored at the corners with smooth stones. A few candles, placed carefully in glass jars, flickered with warm light, casting a soft glow over the spread you had prepared. You had brought everything he liked simple sandwiches, fresh fruit, a thermos of hot cocoa. There was even a little bouquet of wildflowers, arranged haphazardly but with care, because you knew he’d like that kind of thoughtful imperfection.

Jason arrived quietly, as he often did, a shadow that melted into your line of sight as if he’d always been there. You saw the flicker of a smile when he spotted you, his eyes lighting up in that way that made your heart feel warm and full. He walked over, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, looking like he belonged somewhere between a dream and reality, with the way the dimming light hit his features.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and familiar, as he sat down next to you on the blanket. “This is nice.”

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I thought you’d like it. Figured you could use a break.”

He nodded, a little stiffly, but there was a softness in his gaze that he didn’t bother hiding. “You thought right.”

For a while, the two of you just sat there, sharing quiet conversation and comfortable silence, with only the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional distant bark of a dog breaking the stillness. He leaned back on his hands, his posture relaxed, and you couldn’t help but watch him. The way the fading light caught in his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead he looked at peace.

“I always forget how pretty it is out here,” Jason said, breaking the silence, his eyes fixed on the sky, which had deepened to a rich indigo. “Gotham doesn’t look like this.”

“Gotham doesn’t get to see you like this,” you replied softly, your voice almost swallowed by the night. He turned to you, a little surprised by the quiet honesty in your tone. “Calm, not on edge. Just… here.”

He chuckled, but it was a gentle sound, devoid of the usual sarcasm. “I guess you bring out the best in me.”

You reached over, grabbing the thermos, and poured him a cup of hot cocoa, the steam curling up between you. “I just want you to have moments like this,” you said, handing him the cup. “You deserve them.”

Jason took the cup, but his attention was on you, his gaze lingering, as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory. “You know, I don’t think I ever really thanked you,” he said, his voice a little rough, like he was trying to find the right words. “For all of this. For… you.”

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to thank me, Jason.”

But he shook his head, more insistent. “No, I do. You make everything feel less… heavy. Like there’s more to life than just fighting and surviving. And I know I’m not the easiest person to care about, but… I’m glad you do.”

The words hung between you, heavy and light at the same time, as if they carried a weight but also set something free. You didn’t know what to say, so you leaned in closer, closing the distance between you. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and you nestled into his warmth, breathing in the familiar scent of his jacket.

The stars were starting to come out, tiny pinpricks of light scattered across the sky. You looked up at them, feeling the world slow down around you, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, suspended in this soft, glowing bubble of time.

“Stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Just like this.”

He tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head. “I’m not going anywhere babe.”

The world could be cruel and chaotic, but here, under the stars with Jason’s arm around you and the scent of wildflowers mingling with the crisp night air, everything felt achingly beautiful, like a song that played softly in the background, lulling you into a moment you wished could last forever.

@dollishbabess work not yours, do not repost or copy or translate.

Divider: @cafekitsune

[druidesscelaeno]

Alright, is it just me or has tumblr just gotten super dry lately? I follow a bunch of fucking tags and I feel like before this year or last year, tags used to get content uploaded and pushed a lot.

My fucking tags page has been stuck with the same post, no matter how many times I close the app and refresh the page… OR even when the whole app gets an update. And that’s another thing.

I don’t know if it’s just people deleting their accounts, or simply all the fandoms I’ve been in are simply just dry, but doesn’t feel like tags were updated every week or so with new content?? Is the app just dying or am I just going crazy atp. 😭💀

[arachnoia]

gone ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o'hara x fem! reader

a/n: i think that atp, im just a miguel o’hara writer (not that im complaining but gimmie requests pls !! theyre open on my acc !!) this is also a drabble ive been wanting to write because i’ve always wanted to write angst (well tbh idk what this is?) but wasn’t sure how to? lowkey i want this to be a story that isn’t just a one shot but lmk if you guys want more of this? im just trying stuff out!

pt2 - ‘holy shock’ pt 3- ‘finally’

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Breathe in, breathe out...”

The beautiful city stunned you as you stood on top of a random building, breathing in its modern, refreshing look.

It kind of took your breath away, contradictory to what you just told yourself a few seconds ago.

You barely finished another mission as your universe’s one and only Spider-Silk. Was it tiring? Hell yes, no doubt. But you never took a moment to actually admire Earth-928’s Nueva York, where Spider Society headquarters was located. Nueva York was also the place where you were if it wasn’t fighting crime and going to grad school in your own universe’s New York.

You usually swing to the top of a business building, a little bit far from Spider Society headquarters. It was quiet and peaceful. It was your thinking place where you could release any emotions you wanted to spill when you couldn’t anywhere else since you can’t really spill your emotions if you were to be taken seriously.

Plus, the one person who you expressed your deepest emotions, is gone.

As you simply stared into space while remembering the feeling you felt this morning.

You noticed some tears gathering at the outside corners of your eyes. Your eyelids began to droop, and you began to sob quietly as your chest hurt from, what some call “heartbreak”.

To be completely honest though, it was just melancholy and depression from what happened hours prior.

You couldn’t say that the emotion you felt for him or what you feel is loving him because it wasn’t love.

It felt like something stronger. But you knew it wasn’t reciprocated back.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“So why don’t you just kick your professor’s ass?” Miguel joked. His laugh made you feel warm inside. It was a cute laugh in your opinion.

The two of you were sitting down, at the building you like to think at, munching on sweet, baked, fig empanadas from a lady's restaurant in your universe. Doña Rosa? She was a nice lady and safe to say, Miguel would definitely come back for the empanadas.

“Please, O’Hara. I’d get simply kicked out and would have to never show my face ever again…But the bastard deserves it for ripping apart my paper on exploring different dimensions with colliders!”

He chuckled. “Right, because you have experience. Do you not? Y/l/n?”

“EXACTLY. BUT NOT EVEN GRAMMARLY HELPED ME NOT GO THROUGH HIS REIGN OF TERROR!” You felt pissed, but Miguel found it absolutely hilarious to see you worked up as you angrily took a bite out of your empanada. It was cute.

“Swear to god, that bitch is scarier than most of the stupid anomalies we fight,” You pouted and glanced at him. He looked like he was trying to not start laughing even harder than he was before. “Y/l/n. Just calm down it doesn’t matter. Plus didn’t you mention it was like 10% of your grade? You’ll be fine it’s not that bad.”

You smirked at him. “Oh, so you’re trying to say it’s still bad?”

“No…but look at me.” You turned to his direction as he placed his empanada on a napkin next to the rest of the lot and he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Breathe in. Breathe out.” You chuckled at his direction.

“Miguel, you sound like a yoga instructor."

“No no, I’m being serious here! No dejas que esa mierda te moleste, okay?”

You raised your eyebrow and smiled playfully. “Alright, like you’re the calmest person on this Earth,” He laughed. “I’m not but you’re not like me. I don’t want that to affect you, especially because it doesn’t matter.”

“Now. Breathe in…”

You softly smiled at him, to which he returned, “And breathe out.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“It's pleasant, isn't it?” Peter replied as he began to go in your direction, breaking up your train of thought. He and Mayday gave you a sad look as they walked over to hug your shaky form.

“How-?”

“Y/n, I saw you swinging here after barely teleporting here. What’s wrong?”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt a metaphoric weight on your shoulders as you struggled to tell Peter.

“Was it perhaps…Miguel?” You felt like laughing. Here you were, crying while Peter was acting full-on dad and Mayday was playing with her Spider-Man beanie. It would be a very unusual sight to someone who was just viewing you three at a distance.

“I’m just going to take that as a yes,” Peter said as he sat down on the roof and patted to the space next to him. “Take a seat, Y/l/n.”

You followed his directions and sat down.

It was quiet and a bit windy. It gave you a sad memory and you felt like you were drowning in it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You felt a rush of anxiety and couldn’t breathe.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T DO IT, O’HARA," you screeched, scratching Miguel's arm in excruciating pain.

“YES YOU CAN, Y/L/N!! CALM DOWN!”

The two of you were in a mission to stop an anomaly. You were one of the first to start attacking…and one of the first to be badly injured. Your right thigh was impaled with several medium sized pieces of glass from being thrown to a glass building and you ran out of webs to shoot. You froze and wanted to cry, feeling vulnerable.

Miguel went over to try to help you as the other Spiders went to attack said anomaly. You knew each other as friends since you were one of the first Spiders ever to be recruited to the Spider Society so you knew each other pretty well. When he saw you injured, he quickly saved some civilians and rushed to your direction.

“Yes, you can Y/l/n. Look at me. Breathe in.” Your eyes widened as you saw him grab the largest piece of glass. He had 2 pieces of cloth with him. “No, stop looking at them and look at me. Breathe in, goddamn it.”

You stared at him and he gave you a piece to bite down. You tried to calm down as he took the piece out and screamed into the cloth. “I’m going to wrap it up, okay?” He said, earning a nod from you. “Good girl. Now breathe in…”

“…Breathe out.” You said.

“That’s my girl,” He said as he smiled at you and carried you with the rest of the civilians.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Breathe in, breathe out,” You whispered. Saying that phrase now just made your tongue feel bitter. Like eating a sour candy except it doesn’t turn out sweet at the end, but just making you frown.

Peter smiled and turned to you, “Now tell me what happened, kid. People don’t just run away before saying hi to their favorite person, therefore being me? !”

You scoffed, “Peter, no offense but why does it matter to you? You should be focusing on other things other than my well-being.”

Peter raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes. “Listen, kid. You and the other Spiders like Gwen or Miles, matter to me.”

He covered Mayday’s ears. “Shit, even Miguel. If I see you mopey and sad and what not, of course, I’m going to be worried!”

“Really?” You were shocked. No one really has given you that fatherly attention like Peter has.

The only one who would really listen to you, was Miguel. But you can’t really rely on him now, can you?

“Yup. Now tell me what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Your breath hitched and you froze.

You then took a deep breath, sighed, and smiled bitterly.

“Miguel, he told me he wants me gone from his life,” you said as you felt a sudden pang in your chest.

Just feeling those words leave your lips made the melancholy come back even stronger.

And it hurt like fucking hell.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

another rarepair fan, yay!! i LOVE rarepairs (gax intrigue me very much, i went back to the politics au idea about three times lol). the hungary gp was literally my first live race so i'm still figuring out who goes where, etc, but at the moment i adore landoscar, they just give off very warm friends-to-lovers kind of vibes :) also shoutout to charlos and whatever they have going on, and golden retriever/black cat-coded bearnelli. equal opportunity multishipper all the way lol

do you have any fic recs? (for any ship) - @monegasquess

i rly need tsulaw to happen @monegasquess ... and i'd love an ANZ rivals narrative with oscar/jack doohan/liam lawson too even tho that's the whitest bread to ever white but there you go. also i think about jack doohan's slightly dumb jock cartwheel video whenever his name comes up, he's so funny to me.

"charlos and whatever they have going on" is so real lmao

bearnelli have potential!! they're just so babie to me so i feel like i'm cheering on nice but slightly bonkers highschool kids. it'll be cool to look back on this by 2028/29 🥲

like, wdym they're being set up as the next great generational rivalry when they act like THIS:

(it would be so refreshing for them to stay this way tbh even if it very likely won't)

p.s. thank you for going back to the gax political au kljfakldflksd it is very dear to me even if idk that i'd ever write it...

p.p.s. my first race was like, vegas last year so you're not alone in being new even if it feels like half a season is 7 lifetimes atp

[infernothechaosgod]

I geniuenly think we should see mickey fail more often, i dont mean a little fail like not be good at baking a pie then getting a pet on the back

I mean like fail fail let someone get away with something they shoudnt then feel guilty and bad about this, then just think alot, slow things down DONT resolve this by catching the criminal or jerk just let him sit in his home for a story, think alot, be upset, eat sleep talk a bit then over time get over it by accepting we make mistakes and shoudnt dwell on them especially if there not even our responsybility

I honestly think theres alot of mouseverse comics that shoudnt end as conflict free as they did with the character turning around and suddently becoming the biggest person in the room and out of character apologizing or instantly letting go of a slip up, I know some mouseverse comics are written more with younger people in mind but I think slowing things down would be just a good thing for everyone, let us sit with them just doing things in their homes for a moment

Let them make mistakes then fail to fix them because honestly I think a slow "damn i messed up...we gotta go bald" comic would be more refreshing and fun atp

Just my thoughts, i like seeing them on adventures but I think a slow peace comic where there just them at their home would be nice