#the Chad Tumblr post !

[troythecatfish]

[shinydreamtacoprune-blog]

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𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟭𝟯𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 💞

𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸/𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 ✨🎀💜

𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘃𝗶𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁 🤪

♡♡♡

𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗰 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗸𝘂𝗯𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 🤍🤎 (𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝘂𝗯𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿)

𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗼) 💙💛🔘🗝️🐈‍⬛☽✯♥︎<3

𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘇𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 💜🖤🍞 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆

𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 🥯🥖

𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗶𝗴𝗴𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀 🌈🌨

𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝟯 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹 📒📰⚠️💛🖤 (𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲)

𝗶, 𝘂𝗺, 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸 (𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲) >.<🏳️‍🌈🌸💘

𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗹𝘆𝗻, 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗲𝗿 🤪

[shadows-gone-crazy]

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[lefarte]

Hello, could you write about Samarie being afraid of thunderstorms and the reader comforting her during one?

Shout out to Samarie because I am also afraid of loud noises

GN reader, fluff and comfort

Since the morning, Samarie had been monitoring the weather channel obsessively. You were helpless to drag her away from the screen. It began with a light drizzle and heavy fog. Then an occasional deep growl, and sudden whips of light from outside.

Afternoon came and went, and a window had shattered from a stick being forced into the glass pane. By the time you sealed it, she had already gone into hiding.

The power had shut off through the whole block. Not only the lights had gone, but the heat and water too. You were left in a dead silent house with nothing but a flashlight and the rain drumming against the roof.

“Samarie, please come out.” You pleaded.

No response.

She had made many hiding spots throughout the house. You would find clothes, blankets and snacks mysteriously missing until they turned up in a closet, a shelf, or some other place. She was so tall, but she could contort herself in odd ways to shrink herself into a scared little ball. It was something very deeply instilled into her, almost an animal instinct.

You shivered and rubbed your arm. Goosebumps.

“You’re safe with me,” You cooed. “You know that.”

The lights flickered softly, before sputtering and dying out again. No answer.

“Samarie…”

Something wet seeped into your sock. You instinctively cursed and went to raise your leg to check. Before you could, something cold shot out behind you pressed against your back.

Her ice cold hands roughly clawed into your sides. She needily pressed herself up against you, clinging onto you painfully hard, grabbing at you like a child every time you squirmed. She was sobbing into your shoulder like a baby, her breath short and small and ragged. You dropped the flashlight.

“I’m sorry!” She sputtered into your hair. “I-I’m sorry, my love! I didn’t break it! It wasn’t me!”

She dug her nails into your hips, your stomach, anywhere she could find purchase, trying to press your body as close to hers as she could. Your own cheek was becoming slick with tears from how she was nuzzling into you. She clumsily wrapped her legs around yours, clambering all over you, hiding behind you desperately.

“Ow! Owowow! That hurts!”

“I-I’m so sorry! I’m sorry darling! I’m not trying to! I swear!”

A violent crack of lightning burst out, this one striking closer and heavier than before. She wailed loudly. You stumbled backwards under her weight, rolled your ankle on the flashlight, and fell right on your ass. She landed on top of you.

Samarie whined hoarsely, her voice too tense from apologizing to speak any more, and curled up against your chest.

“Oh, no….” You sighed and wrapped your arm around her back, watching her sniffling and hiding her face in shame. “Poor thing.”

“I didn’t do it…” She trembled, her eyes red.

“I know, I know.” You pulled her closer. “Come here.”

You hugged her weak, trembling figure, softly petting her hair. She whimpered affectionately and pressed her head against you. You kissed her forehead.

“Did the noise scare you?”

She nodded wordlessly, pressing her head against your lips again. You kissed her head twice, and then her wet cheeks, and then her chin. She made a strained noise of pleasure.

You felt around the floor. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up in it snugly. “There.” You patted her head

“I’m pathetic,” She muttered bitterly.

You wiped her eyes. “Don’t say that.”

You sat in silence for a bit, with her in your arms listening to the downpour. Brushing through her hair with your hands whenever thunder struck. The trembling eventually subsided, replaced by a soft tiredness around her eyes. The chill had passed. Your body heat together was enough to keep warm.

“Are you sleepy?” You propped your head up with your hand.

She hesitated. “Maybe.”

“Go to sleep. The storm will pass in the morning. We’ll figure out the window situation later.”

With a small defeated sigh, she tightened her grip around your waist. “Okay… I love you.”

You kissed her forehead one more time. “I love you too. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…”

[dorizardthewizard]

HSM (2006) rewatch pt 16 (final)

16: WHAT TEAM?

Yaaay champions! I like how he actually fakes right and breaks left in the game haha

We don’t get to see Gabriella winning though, but I imagine a scholastic decathlon win wouldn’t look so interesting

AND THE COCKBLOCK COUNTER STARTS NOW! : 1

This will be more relevant in the second movie

And yes I'm going to read too much into Chad breaking them up

Chad: So, you're going with me to the after-party, right? Taylor: Like on a date? Chad: Must be your lucky day!

Smooth, Chad, real smooth. Although I wish we could have gotten some moments of them actually becoming more close because it’s kind of out of nowhere? It's like they said, here’s the black best friend characters. Obviously we should just pair them up, no need to actually develop that everyone should get it.

^ For reference, it took like a few minutes of screentime for us to buy into Troy and Gabriella being into each other, so they really could have squeezed something in like, maybe during their talk when they realised they fucked up? They could have a genuine moment there.

Also quick fast forward but I read in an interview with Monique I think that she had the idea of giving Taylor a Britney-inspired outfit for the last scene, and yeah it's a pretty nice touch! A mix between preppy but also showing her letting loose.

I didn't clock that outfit at all at first though because I'm used to seeing school uniform in my country asdjhsf

Anyway yeah it’s too sudden for Sharpay to suddenly be cool with everyone now, but I don’t really care because they had no idea how big this movie would become and that they’d get sequels so I get why they wrapped that up quickly.

Awww Zeke! You gotta let it go man, there’s plenty of girls out there who will appreciate your cookies. Why does Sharpay reply “ew” to cookies what 😭😭 adding this to my lesbian Sharpay agenda

But Ryan picks them up at least and congratulates Zeke, he’s also wearing red so… supportive? Ok I see you Lucas I see what you were trying to do and I’m sorry Disney wouldn’t let you do it, but I do still find it hilarious how these little moments just get completely overshadowed by THAT scene in HSM2 LMAO

Aww Kelsi looking happy but awkward, same. Looks like everyone had an outfit change! She’s the playmaker! Troy’s like Kelsi fan number one and their friendship is so underrated honestly, he’s always lifting her up. Which must have been crazy for Kelsi, in the novelisation during their first interaction she’s like “THE Troy Bolton is being nice to me holy shit??”

Kelsi’s reaction is so funny though like, yeah I too would be like “Thanks!! Errr what do I do with this now I don’t know anything about basketball? Do I shoot it for fun? But I’ll probably flop and lose the ball, how long am I supposed to carry it for? Can I just… leave it to the side? Put it away I mean they’re gonna need it again? But I don’t want to look like I don’t appreciate it?????” This is what my brain is like during every single unscripted social interaction I engage in btw

Jason noticing her being a bit awkward and helping her shoot the ball is sweet, he’s just like that. Not a huge fan of taking her hat off though, I know it’s like this ooooh she’s letting loose moment but…. she had it on during Breaking Free when she’d just stood up to Sharpay and she was all energetic and confident during the performance, she’s all about her hats let her wear her hat! It comes off as the “oooooohhh this nerdy girl with questionable fashion sense is actually really beautiful if she just presents more conventionally!” trope

And now the final song! I've given up on making passable screencaps

I love watching the extras in this one because they’re obviously professional dancers and they just show everyone up, especially in that bit once the end credits start rolling. Ryan slays in this too, and happy to see Martha freely dancing there! As for the song itself, it’s iconic of course. For my personal listening tastes though, it's just a liiiittle too cheesy and for the kids. That’s what they were going for, with a pretty learnable choreography and all. Which is fine! It’s just not something I’d listen to much in my free time. I’m also haunted by another vine where these guys do a handshake or something and then break into this choreography idk, I can’t find it. Anyway B tier

WILDCATS EVERYWHERE! WAVE YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR! THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT LET'S GET TO IT COME ON EVERYONE!! 😭

Hahahaha this post-credits scene, what was Zeke even doing just wandering around there aimlessly. Thinking about his rejection? : ( But no one can resist his baking for long!

His smile at the camera is so funny, yeah they never really went anywhere with this Sharpay-Zeke thing in the series so it’s kind of weird they keep throwing in little hints and Zeke still has a crush on her every movie

Aaaaand that’s the movie! This commentary has clocked in at over 9000 words, this is insane.

[sp1rallingstars]

i think this is my magnum opus. my favourite thing i have ever made

[ya-bug-boy]

Can I request Ingo or Emmet being breed by wolfman reader?

Catboy Ingo x Wolfman Reader nsfw

"It won't fit," you once told Ingo when he asked as to why he never gets to tend to your sexual needs. Being an Apex Beastman, you're much larger than him, standing tall somewhere 7 to 8 feet. Your physical stature is simply much bigger than Ingo, who was a black cat type Beastman.

His eyes opened and he dropped his fork on the kitchen table. His ears tilting back momentarily before flicking back up as he went to pick it up and sitting back down. "It simply just doesn't seem all that fair that you're not being reciprocated... I implore you to at least try?"

You closed your eyes and let out a soft sigh, folding the newspaper. You prop your head on the kitchen table and lean forward. "Ingo, you're not listening. It, my dick, won't fit inside of you. It's too big." You gestured to your crotch when you paused mid-speech, giving him a look. "Mating with a canine type Beastman is different compared to other Beastmen out there, especially when you're a wolf. I just don't want to-" you let out another huff and glance away. "I don't want to end up breaking you, that's all. Besides, I get my satisfaction vicariously through you, I'm fine."

"Y-yes, I've heard you," he said, clearing his throat to speak. "But it doesn't seem...very nice that you have to take suppressants to deny your needs." You raised your coffee mug to your lips and take a sip as Ingo continues. "I've been wanting you for so long that I don't know how to eloquently word this, but please just fuck me." You keep a calm composure and set the mug down politely. Ingo looks so embarrassed and you can't help but to feel a bit guilty, he must be really pent up...

You let out a long sigh, "Wait here." You got up from your seat and went to your bedroom. Ingo sits there, feeling almost like a child waiting to be lectured until you place the biggest and thickest butt plug he's ever seen on the kitchen counter.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Ingo. But if you can fit this inside of you, then, and only then, will I fuck you."

"Why is it so big?" He manages to speak.

"Because you'll be taking my knot. Don't worry, it's never been used before." you yawn as you walk away to put your dishes in the sink. Ingo can't help but to sadly gaze at your backside as you left him, wondering how long you've had this in your possession. You were expecting Ingo to be afraid, be repulsed, to comment, "There's no way it could be that big!" because you've been down this path before. This is usually where the relationship breaks up because you couldn't fuck your partner. But Ingo? He stared at the plug, his gaze steady and focused.

You help clean up the table and give a kiss to Ingo before he leaves your place to go back to his, but you noticed that the plug was missing after he left.

For the next several days, Ingo had became... a bit distant with you. Though you half expected this to happen, it still hurt. People always fall in love with the Wolfman but those dreams are always a romanticized infatuation. You can't find anyone who can satisfy your sexual needs so you take a supplement to suppress them. You still had to take the morning train since you can't fit into a car, taking note that Ingo isn't around your usual stops.

You're sitting at home, just waiting for Ingo's apologetic break up text but instead he asks politely if he could come over. You agree. Sometimes people preferred to break up in person. He also had a small variety of his belongings here so maybe you needed to clean that up too. You find one of his unwashed shirts as you were cleaning the apartment and...you can't help but to press your face into it, taking a deep smell of Ingo's cologne and scent. Though the scent is no longer fresh, it still reminds you of him. You press your face against the fabric, wishing it was him instead, your tail wagging sadly. It's time like these you wish you were an ordinary Beastman, or even sometimes a human. But if you weren't, you wouldn't have met Ingo the way you did.

The way you met Ingo weren't under the best circumstances... Though Beastmen were generally accepted in modern day society, there are teams organized by humans who deny their right to exist. Team Plasma is what they're called. What started off as ordinary disturbances because a malicious intertwined web of organized crimes against Beastmen.

Ingo was nearly a victim to these crimes if it weren't for you. You saved him. You were a member of an international organization built to prevent these crimes from happening, to track and arrest the humans responsible for the heinous crimes against Beastmen. You are the division squad leader for Unova, taking home in Nimbasa City. Protecting people isn't just second nature to you, it is your duty and you live by a sacred code of honor.

What had happened was that Ingo initially mistook you as a criminal when you were apprehending a shady human. When Ingo's back was turned away from the criminal and focused on you, the criminal tried to attack Ingo with acid. Due to your keen sense of smell and higher instincts, you were able to protect Ingo, using your own body as a shield. The acid burned your furry upper arms and back and though you were greatly injured, you were able to apprehend and arrest the man responsible for hurting you.

When Ingo realizes what had happened to you, he's immensely remorseful, your scream haunting him ever since. Eventually the burns did heal, but the fur never returned to those scars. What started off as a loyal devotion towards his savior became complicated romantic feelings between the both of you. Which lead to where you were now.

Ingo came to your apartment approximately at 9 pm. When you open the door, you smell his intoxicated state, his body hot and needy. "Ingo?" The fur on your upper arms and back start to raise as you take in more details of his demeanor. His face is flushed red and he was sweaty to the touch, but this smell he had... it was full of lust.

Your eyes widened, "You didn't."

"I did," he said with a ragged tone of voice. "May I please come inside?"

You let him pass through the door, having turned your body halfway too close it behind you when you feel Ingo rest his body against yours. "Please," he whimpers. "I've had it inside of me all day, I need you.."

You were filled with the primal urge to tear apart his clothes and take him right then and there, but you take in a deep smell of your next meal standing in front of you. You raise your big hands to Ingo's face and he nuzzles against it sluggishly.

"My kitten," you said, growling with excitement. "Did you actually submit yourself to that torture all day?" he nods and you pick him up with both arms, taking him to the bedroom. You peel back the layers of his clothing and reveal his aching body to you, his cock pressed hard against his leg, his cute black tail swaying back and forth impatiently as you slowly undo the plug inside of him. It's the same plug you gave him. He whines as you ease it out, letting out a shaky relieved sigh when he's free from it.

"Good," you press kisses to Ingo's cock before taking the head and swirling your tongue, you love the way he tastes. He's so addicting. "You're so good to me. I think you're ready."

His eyes widen and he lifted his head, "Do you mean-"

"Shh," you hush Ingo pressing your clawed finger to his lips. "Just lay back. Relax. I'll take care of the rest." You grab a bottle of lube and lubricate your fingers before inserting them inside of Ingo, being impressed with how much he can take. You let out a whistle of approval.

Your breaths get faster and heavier, the air getting hotter as you start to strip, taking off everything for Ingo to finally see you naked. Your hot cock, swelling up into an erection is a sight for him to finally see. You lubricate yourself generously before taking Ingo gently by the knees and dragging him to the edge of the bed.

There was no going back now.

[feral-bunnie]

me hair purple :)

[corset]

I do love people who treat this website like a dating app and just put “taken” in their bios. Like it’s one thing to brag about your partner or link their blog but I love people who don’t even want to do that they just want to let tumblr know they’re off the dating market for some reason

[troythecatfish]

[cellulardreams]

Shiny Toy Guns by Jessica December 17, 2006

[shadows-gone-crazy]

UM.

why isn’t sonic trending here yet.

[thefaestolemyname]

When a post spits out of your queue, you see it first on your dash as a mutual reblogging it, forget you've ever seen in before, go "Wow, that's a cool post", so you throw their reblog back into your queue, and only then realize your mutual reblogged it from you and you have in fact seen that post before.

Tumblr is wild

You don't get this experience on Instagram.

10/10

[tunetowntourney]