#this is not a clubhouse

[ancient-depressed-druid]

It feels so weird that as a bisexual woman I experienced prejudice twice from inside the LGBT+ community.

The first time was bc I thought i was asexual bc i felt the same way towards men AND woman and it couldn't possibly be sexual attraction (talk about internalized homophobia). So many people told me to kms for "pretending to be queer". Many more told me they could "fix" my sexual orientation with sex.

The second time was when i realized i was bisexual and people in the community (mostly lesbians, unfortunately) invalidated my sexuality and i suddenly became a "sexual deviant", a "farce that pretended to be bisexual for male sexual gratification" and a "cheater". Again I was told to kms. Again people said they could "fix" me with sex.

So, in one expierence I was not sexual enough, the other i was overly sexual.

In one I could never be with someone, the other I could never be with "just one" person.

Did my behavior change? No.

Did my morals change? No.

Did i suddenly go from not fucking to having sex with each and every person i could find? No.

I just had a better understanding of my own sexual orientation and opted for a label that best reflected that understanding.

And yet, people still dont understand why so many bisexuals are ace inclusionists...

[bagelsforall]

Public Domain Expansion

[sacharinee]

pairing: bf!peter x reader

synopsis: peter likes having you close to him. all the time

wc: 630 ish

a/n: surprise! another one oops. im rlly bored can u tell? cuddling prompt with peter. reader is a cheeky and annoying lil shit. one office reference. i saw a tiktok about this a long time ago and thought this would be a cute idea to write about. also does anyone know how cuddling works tho?? if ur laying on ur side, do u just lay on top of the arm ur crushing on? under a pillow? idk lol. anyways i hope u like :D

there's an ache settling in your right side that wakes you up from your sweet slumber. your head lays atop peter’s soft chest, his steady heartbeat against your ears. it was what lulled you to sleep in the first place. but with peter’s body practically being your own personal heater, the warm air filling the room, and the prominent soreness resting on your side, you began to feel uncomfortable.

“pete,” you whisper.

peter is entirely unfazed. his hold on you is strong. his face is towards you, mouth slightly ajar, letting out the softest of snores and drool out the corner of his mouth. although you love your cuddles with peter, you think he could actually suffocate you in your sleep. the boy loved to sleep, especially on top of you.

your limbs are tangled together. your left leg slung around his waist, arms around his torso, while his buff arms embrace your shoulders protectively.

ever so slightly, you begin to move your leg, retreating it back to your side as you push against his body and establish a more comfortable position. you snuggle further into peter as sleep wins you over once again.

it only lasts for a second when you wake from your boyfriend’s murmurs, he seems to talk in his sleep when he whispers your name. he huffs loudly and smacks his lips a couple of times with his brows furrowed. you feel his warm hand reach for the back of your knee to bring it over his crotch.

a confused look paints your face as you gaze up toward him. he’s asleep as dead. did he really just do that? you almost laugh out loud. his quirky behavior never fails to amuse you and has your stomach going in flips. he just wants you close to him. :(

but you think you’re funny, so you test out that theory one more time, this time blatantly stripping your leg away from him.

this gets a reaction out of peter. he seems to wake when he gusts an impatient breath, “no” and grabs your knee again, forcefully holding it against him.

in disbelief, you’re unable to contain your burst of laughter as you hold yourself up with one arm and stare at him wide-eyed, “what is wrong with you?”

“ph’shhh” peter knits his brows together, his eyes shut tight with a cute pout, as he blindly brings a hand to your face and gently shoves your head back against your pillow.

“peter-” “shut up.” he feels you lick the palm of his hand, “yuck,” but he doesn’t care to move it away from you. it’s only when you swat his hand away and settle back down against him to give him peace of mind. only for a moment, though. you have fun annoying peter, almost like a hobby. he’s halfway asleep when he feels you aggressively snatch your leg away from his hold.

“y/n!” peter groans, “stop it.” this time, your boyfriend pushes you on top of him, your entire body weight lays over his while he keeps a tight grasp on you, making sure to keep your leg over his waist and your head upon his chest.

his irritation riles you up, and you’re giggling through it all.

peter’s not having it though, not at all. he heaves another deep breath through his mouth, with the same grumpy look on his face, “why are you the way you are?”

you gasp, “me?!” “yes, you.”

not done yet, you flick his forehead, “you know, you’re so annoying sometimes, pete.”

he scoffs, “oh yea?”

“yea. a total pain in the-”

peter shoves his hand against your face and into his chest one last time, “ass.”

you decided you’ve had your fun but you’re too delighted to go back to sleep. too delighted to know that the boy you love and cherish always wants to be impossibly close to you all the time, conscious or not.

[todayontumblr]

Wednesday, January 3.

Set sail for Freedom Island, baby.

Thomas, there's a mouse in the house. But don't worry, Thomas, this isn't a problem, as this isn't just any mouse. This little pal is more than welcome in our house, as it happens. That is because this here is Mickey Mouse, and our smiley rodent friend is here to stay. 

Copyright on the 1928 Disney short animation Steamboat Willie has expired and entered the public domain. Tumblr is being delightfully Tumblr about it. Welcome aboard. *whistles* 

@ifwebefriends

[mcelroyfamilystaff]

In the Clubhouse chat a week or two ago someone said "I want to believe" about Miggy's odds of surviving the intro that week, and McKay wasted no time in making this gem - and then quickly realized it needed one tiny modification.

[jasmine7031]

The margarita and clubhouse sandwich was a nice combination.

[goldenlittleroyal]

~ baby bear ~

[lucretiaadventurezone]

had to memorialize justin shaking ass in gif form forever

[hbmmaster]

playing balatro, I keep quoting "what if it IS the same suit?" from the intro cutscene for pig's tail in clubhouse games 51 worldwide classics to myself. it comes up surprisingly often

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

TV shows I recommend for your children because please avoid cocomelon

(most of these are from my childhood, some are recent)

BLUES CLUES DUH

Special Agent Oso (Teaches skills and has a super funny protagonist, also the protagonist is Sean Astin)

Sofia The First (Teaches kiddos how to be socially intelligent and have good morals and values)

Bluey (I didn’t grow up with it but I wish I did, it teaches morals and values and is good for the parents too)

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (I don’t remember what it teaches but I do remember little me having a blast with it)

Phineas and Ferb (Were there lessons? Not usually. Was it fun? Yeah.)

Jake and the Neverland Pirates (I used to get so excited about this show, it’s a crowd pleaser)

Chuggington (Like Thomas the Tank Engine but it didn’t scare me as a kid)

PJ Masks (Lessons galore :])

that might be it, feel free to add your own!

[cowardlykrow]

"That is where you are wrong, my boy!"

@ratb4stard3 and I deliver another Cowardlyghostbro's(™) collab ✨💛

[pigeonguy]

this is now a miggy mackerel stan account

i will not be explaining

[caramelkats]

>katsuki x reader, fluff, no warninggss

. . . ."suki?," you ask, drawing his attention away from the TV onto you. "Hm. .whadd'ya want?" Voice soft, hearing the tiredness in his voice. Debating, you thought for a minute, not wanting to disturb him from what seemed like his nap. After a minute of silence, watching his face more into a slight scowl. "What do you hate most about. . .me?" Your voice was meek, slightly curious as to what he'd say. ". . ." He stared at you, face blank, red eyes staring into yours. "Always asking stupid fuckin questions, thats what."

"No, I don't, I just get. . .curious, " Pouting, you throw him a playful glare as you start to get closer to him, "you wanna know what I love most about you?." Your tone was sickly sweet as you scanned his face, watching the pink of his cheeks darken. "I love the way you smell and how caring you are," smiling, you lean in, pecking him on his lips as he grins. Katsuki tugs your hair gently, pulling you back in for another kiss as you giggle. "Damn idiot— lucky I love ya." He says, pulling away, giving you a nudge as he turns to finish what he was watching, eyes droopy as he fights back sleep. He hadn't slept well last night. Out of reflex your hand reaches up to run through his hair, watching him start to succumb to fatigue— his head falls onto the top of yours, finally relaxing, and before you can move to turn the tv off the both of you are asleep.

copyright © 2024 caramelkats. Do not copy, remake, or edit any of my works. Please do not message me. If you need to say something, then inbox me. thank you.

[sacharinee]

hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD

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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)

you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  

when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 

“can’t you stay here with me?” 

“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”

“but i-”

“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”

you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.

“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”

“y/n!”

two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 

you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 

when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.

peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 

“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.

your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 

you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”

you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 

your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 

a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.

“so do we have sex?”

the awkward silence in the room kills you. 

your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”

“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”

“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”

the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”

the boy seriously has no filter.

as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”

you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 

you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”

he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”

you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”

you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”

“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”

“where we going?”

“home, sweetie.”

he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”

“oh my god.”

soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 

he’s extremely dramatic. 

he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.

“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.

“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.

“what? no,”

“why not?”

“because you’re too heavy.”

and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”

[tangramkey]

POV: You showed up to the TCOA uninvited.