#this is pure garbage

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

I have nothing to post so like, let's think about Mötley crüe YouTuber AU.

Tommy does dumb challenge video's that get an insane amount of views, but like not on his channel personally, people will re-upload the snippets in his videos where he gets hurt and put them in fail compilations that get millions of hits while his sub count sits at like 20k. Most people watch him cause he's hot and dumb hot guys getting hurt is the best entertainment available to humanity. He also plugs his only fans on the main.

Nikki either does these like pretentious art house short films that are like an hour long and in Italian that nobody understands or he films himself with his crapped phone camera at two am eating tidepods on his unmade bed. There is no in between.

Vince is a YouTuber who sits at like 19k and is honestly just there to look hot while talking about cars. He has a whole channel where he reviews all kinds of cars that he borrows (read: breaks into) and takes them out for a spin. He desperately wants to get sponsored by Ferrari or something but due to his unforseen (and obvious) crimal record they never do. He also plugs his only fans on the main.

Mick posts like twice a year and still somehow has pretty much the same amount of subscribers as the rest. He reviews music and albums and always has something insightful to say about music in general. He also does not show his face on YouTube, he wears a mask for when he's on camera and has an avatar for when he's not. He also sometimes streams on Twitch and then he just plays cod and just kinda fucks around.

Idk how they would meet and start making videos together though, like I said my brain in mush rn.

[carniceriatropical]

i have just watched the Innkeepers and good lord that was a fucking shitstorm

[syphaa]

tb to this absolutely amazing review

[burnt-milque-and-toast]

Appreciation post for people in the TMNT fandom, literally anyone

YOU!!

YES, YOU!!!

YOU'RE RAD AS HELL AND YOU MAKE THE SPACE BETTER!!

Doesn't matter if you make art, fics, are an rp account, a system, just here to hang out, or anything else i can't think of at the moment

YOU ARE THE COOLEST PEOPLE AND THIS FANDOM IS FANTASTIC AND I LOVE BEING HERE BECAUSE OF Y'ALL!!

aight I'm gonna go sleep b4 i get embarrassed and delete this. have a great day or night, wherever you are <3

[blueskittlesart]

at a certain point i think we need to acknowledge that art is very rarely created accidentally. if you can see a theme in a work than that theme was, more likely than not, at least somewhat intentional on behalf of the creator. you don't put a piece of yourself out into the world without thinking about what it means at least a little bit.

[lecoindecachou]

Idk I feel like if you need to deny historical facts to make your point, your point is probably shit.

If you're out there claiming that the Virgin Mary was Muslim (? Islam wouldn't even be a thing for another 6 centuries, it is the youngest of the Abrahamic religions, what do they even teach you at school) or that she was "Palestinian" (the name the Romans gave the region of Judea in the 2nd century as a "fuck you" to the Jews for their rebellion, it's related to the word Philistine), then it's going to be harder to take the otherwise good points you might be making about the war, Palestinian suffering and civilian casualties seriously. If you're out there taking easily disproved propaganda lies as fact because you hate Israel and Jewish people, you're actually completely invalidating your argument.

This is my entire issue with the so-called 'pro-Palestine' movement and why I had to stop attending peace rallies, like it is one thing to say that the Jewish immigration in the 19th and early 20th century displaced Muslims who had been living in the region for centuries and an another thing entirely to just fully outright deny the history of the region, the history of Jewish suffering and the Jewish connection to the land.

Tld,dr Mary couldn't be Muslim because Islam didn't exist yet, and she couldn't be Palestinian because the region wasn't called that yet either. Those are the facts. You can bitch and moan about it all you want, but feelings aren't facts, the facts are against you, and if you need to twist the facts to fit a narrative then it's time to take a huge fucking step back and wonder when you became the thing you claim to hate: a raging bigot who doesn't give two shits about historical truths and would rather put your fingers in your ears and close your eyes forever and believe ahistorical lies that confirm your biases rather than face the inconvenient truths.

[chalkscrub]

always forget i can drop off my messy wips and behind the scenes prep work on this blog right here.....until now

[conflipt]

ah those three mfs, those three mfs, are they m andms or just insane

bonus:

[pure-garbage]

It Helps Him Focus? Total Satisfaction!

Chapter Warnings: Smut! Oral, overstimulation, penetration, light choking. Minors DNI

Lana collapsed, completely unable to move, a long time ago. The relief she felt when Zoro finally gave out and fell alongside her couldn't be captured with words. She gave a loud groan, summoning every lingering ounce of energy at her disposal to lift her hand high enough to rip the bandana off his head. Unsurprisingly, it was soaked with his sweat.

"So, have you ever been so satisfied in your life?" he managed.

Lana tried to slap him with the bandana, but couldn't muster enough force to make the blow so much as smart. The wet smack of the fabric against his skin was weak at best.

"Idiot," she all but drooled, bordering on catatonic with exhaustion.

"I mean, I can go again if you're still not totally satisfied," Zoro threatened.

Lana giggled a little at his stubbornness. Tired as she was, it would have been a lie to claim she hadn't had a hell of a good time.

'It's such a stupid thing to even want... but I guess he's earned it,' she thought.

"No, Zoro," she sighed. "I have never, ever, in my entire life been so satisfied."

8 Hours Earlier

The straw hats all knew Sanji was working on something special for Luffy's birthday, but the extravagant meal he put together to mark the occasion surpassed all their highest expectations.

"Keep it coming, Sanji!" Luffy called jubilantly past a full mouth.

"It's all so amazing, I can't stop eating!" Chopper agreed.

"I've never tasted anything this good before! Not even from you, Sanji!" Usopp agreed.

Even Zoro was all smiles amidst of the ruckus at the table, chaotic revelry which Sanji both curated and basked in.

"So good!" Lana declared, joining the rest of the crew in praising their cook. "I don't think I've ever been so satisfied in my life!"

Sanji was delighted beyond compare at the high praise, but not everyone was as happy. Lana's choice of words stuck in Zoro's craw and left a sour taste in his mouth that he found himself unable to completely wash away with sake. His displeasure went unnoticed as the celebration wore on.

It wasn't long before the whole crew was laid out in an overstuffed stupor, scattered through the lounge that echoed with heavy snores and sleepy mumbles. The soft clinks and splashes of Sanji's cleanup effort drifted from the kitchen, beckoning Lana. She stirred with a sigh, leaning up from her lazy sprawl between Zoro's legs on the couch.

"I'm going to help him out. You coming?" she asked.

"He's fine."

Lana giggled as Zoro wrapped his legs around her, pulling her back down onto him.

"We made such a mess," she tsked.

"Curly brows knew what he was signing up for."

"But- mm..."

He caught her with a kiss to silence her, caught her off guard with his intensity. Lana didn't mind surrendering, shivering with delight as his hands swept greedily down her figure. She lost herself, letting the world fall away as her tongue tangled with his and she pressed her body enthusiastically into his eager touch. Passion was characteristic of the man she called hers, fully expected. Still, there was something especially assertive in the way he clutched her now, bringing her breath to a pant and her heartbeat to a pounding race.

Possessiveness overwhelmed Zoro, still seething secretly at the remark he knew Lana hadn't put any thought into. She hadn't meant anything by it, but it still bothered him.

'She's mine to satisfy,' he thought vehemently. He drank her soft, pleased moans as if they were the only antidote to the envious poison he couldn't help but fall prey to. 'Mine... NOT that damned cook's!'

Lana broke away gasping when his fingers started to creep under her clothes.

"Hey! Everyone's here!" she reminded him.

"They are," he growled, mouth wet and burning on the skin of her neck, undeterred by the interrupted kiss.

"Let's go to bed," she sighed, tugging his wrists to keep herself decent as he pushed and pulled at her hems.

Zoro only hummed his agreement, seeking her lips again as he sat up and urged her legs around his waist. Lana went pliantly, submitting to his strength as he carried her effortlessly through the ship to the tiny cabin they now shared. The room was pitch black, but that suited them both just fine.

Zoro deposited her on the bed, his body weighing hers down briefly before he left her. Eyes adjusting, Lana could just barely make out his silhouette as he shed clothes and she hurried to follow his example. He was done before she was, but waited patiently for her to finish, resisting his urge to interfere. When she did, he surged over her, pressing as much of their bare skin together as possible. She expected another kiss, but he refused her advance, teeth grazing her ear teasingly while she huffed lightly.

"I hope you're ready for this," he breathed, his tone matching the playfulness of his wandering caresses.

"Hm?"

Lana returned his touch in kind and waited for him to go on.

"By the time I'm through with you..."

His voice was low, brimming with lust that struck her through with burning, dizzying desire. She bit her lip, anticipation building deep in her gut as his hands sank to her thighs.

"... you'll be more satisfied than you've ever been in your life."

Devious fingers and the crush of his weight left her gasping, grasping at him as the heat of his breath brushed smolderingly over her ear.

"Even more satisfied than earlier.'

The ire that crept into his tone puzzled Lana, left shaking as Zoro's fingers probed deeper and his tongue busied itself against her quivering skin.

'Earlier?'

She wanted to ask what he was talking about, but lost the words somewhere between her tongue and his lips. She let him steal her breath gratefully, abandoning confusion and rolling her hips wantonly to meet the firm thrust of his long fingers.

"Mm! Mmm!"

She moaned and her legs fell open wide in desperate invitation, yearning for more than his fingers even as he settled into a steady pace. He chuckled happily at her ear, taking in her delirious expression as she arched and quaked under his attentions.

"That's it," he purred, wrist flexing as he all but fucked her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, soft and cruel at once while his free hand cradled the back of her neck. "Good girl... so hungry for it... such a good little slut for me!"

His words brought heat rushing up to her cheeks, brought a cascade of breathless, keening whimpers bubbling up from her gut. Shy, flattered butterflies chased the sounds away with fluttering wings, excited by his praise and riled up by his filth. He lapped the noises up like some rare delicacy, a treat only she could offer him. A balm for the bruises her careless words left on his ego.

He crooked his fingers inside her, inviting, urging her to call his name. She never failed to oblige and now was no exception. Zoro's breath caught deep in his throat as his gaze swept over her and he was left stricken by her sensual beauty. Trembling, hair wild, eyes lidded, lips parted and legs spread for him while she clenched and pulsed around his buried fingers...

'Delicious,' he thought, licking the smirk off his own lips at the sight.

He devoured a path from her throat to her thighs, leaving behind a trail of dark spots and wet marks as her fingers sank into his hair encouragingly. His tongue replaced his fingers while his hands locked her thighs apart.

Lana's ecstatic cries surrounded them, hands fisting in the sheets and his hair as he consumed her with abandon. Neither were keeping track of the time, but they lost an hour while Zoro let himself get drunk on Lana's pleasure.

By the time he decided he'd had his fill, she'd lost count of her orgasms. Overstimulation was starting to blur the line between build and climax, leaving her drifting through a hedonic haze, moored to reality only by her lover's touch. When he finally released her, she slumped bonelessly into tangled sheets, breath ragged and legs weak. Every muscle shook from the exertion of tensing and releasing at Zoro's command. Light-headedness settled over her now that her body had the chance to recover from the world-rending marathon of pleasures he'd just subjected it to.

Once her panting subsided, she whined his name.

"I didn't even get to touch you once," she complained.

"Oh, don't worry."

Zoro loomed between her legs in the darkness, arms high as he bore down over her. Lana raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he secured his trademark bandana onto his head.

"I haven't even started yet," he assured her.

"Started what?!" she demanded, mildly alarmed by the appearance of the item she associated solely with Zoro's most bloodthirsty rampages. "WHY are you putting that on?!"

"To help me focus," he said, tone implying this should have been obvious.

"Focus on what, exactly?"

Lana struggled up onto her elbows, only for Zoro to press her back down again.

"Not finishing too soon," he grinned, swiftly pushing her knees up to her shoulders. The position was familiar, but the suddenness left Lana reeling a little, moans gasped against Zoro's fervent lips as he bent over her for a sloppy kiss. She cupped his cheeks in her palms, heartbeat pounding as she tried to figure out why he would be worried about coming too fast.

'That's... never really been a problem for us before,' she thought, baffled.

Zoro sensed her confusion, felt it feeding hesitance and unease. Her discomfort was completely unacceptable to him.

"Relax," he urged, soothing. He coupled the word with a few tender strokes of his palms over her thighs. They trembled with fatigue while her wide eyes swam with questions. "Don't forget, I'll always stop if you tell me to."

"You can keep going, I just don't get... how long do you plan to keep this up tonight anyway?" she managed.

His smirk was full of mischief and confidence. It made her already uneven breath hike and raised bumps of excitement along her arms.

"As long as it takes."

Lana loosed a low, helpless moan as he slipped inside her with no further warning, surging forward to fill her completely.

"I told you already, didn't I?" he went on. He set a languid, easy tempo, leaning down again to fill her ear with gravelly, lusty words while his hips rocked into her. "I'm going to make sure you're satisfied tonight. More satisfied than you've ever been in your life."

This time, the phrase clicked with the memory of her compliment to the chef and Lana suddenly realized why Zoro was so worked up.

'This is about his stupid little rivalry with Sanji?!'

"Zoro!"

He chose that moment to lock their lips again, groaning his pleasure into her mouth as the slow drag of her arousal on his threatened to shatter his resolve. The insistent urges of carnality begged and demanded, tempting the swordsman to abandon discipline and chase the highest point of his own bliss. His lover was as generous as ever in voicing her satisfaction with his efforts, her moans and cries enticing, the heat of her body all-consuming.

Lana was utterly intoxicated, floating on a cloud condensed from the heavenly sensations of their lazy dance. She managed to wind her arms around his waist, dragging him even deeper as his low moans vibrated against her own. The taste of him was overwhelming, masked only slightly by the lingering taste of sake and her own essence.

Zoro didn't leave her with enough time or presence of mind to consider whether she should have chosen her words more carefully at dinner. She was too far lost in their lovemaking, too busy reveling in the slow, wild escalation of her ecstasy as Zoro gradually coaxed her back up to climax.

The rush when it came was blinding, devastating. Lana threw her head back, fighting for breath as Zoro relented momentarily, stilling within her to let her recover.

"There you go, that's my girl," he murmured, lips comforting over her racing pulse as she gasped and writhed beneath him. "Fuck, so good for me... squeezing me so tight... shit! Fuck, Lana, don't stop... keep doing that, stay just like that!"

His hands slid up to her ankles, forcing her legs even higher.

"Z-Zoro! Zoro!"

She screamed his name when he started moving again, adopting a harder pace this time. The steep fold of her body pulled him even deeper inside her as he poured curses and praise over the altar of her frantic, tensing form.

For two straight hours, Zoro fucked Lana, switching positions between orgasms. Sweat coated them, Zoro supporting Lana when her muscles went limp again and again, leaving her reliant on his arms to keep her from unravelling. The sex was mind-numbing, back-breaking, soul-crushing and too damn good for Lana to even entertain the idea of stopping.

Zoro didn't want to stop either, but Lana was driving him insane. The sensation of her gripping his length, her hips pushing mindlessly to meet his strokes while she moaned his name, begged him for more, directed his pace...

"Damn it! Lana, I have to... I can't... Nnng!"

She whined in protest when he pulled out of her.

"Gonna cum if I don't take a break," he panted. In his mind, Zoro was already planning ways to pass the time between his lover's legs until he could calm down enough to take her again.

"Oh, good!" Lana sighed, pushing him onto his back with a relieved smile. She didn't wait for his approval, taking him into her mouth eagerly.

"Ugh! Wait, La- Ah! Mmn!"

Lana took him deeply, greedily, savoring the trembling of his taut thighs and the guttural, strained moans he loosed for her. His tip bumped her throat, but she swallowed to keep herself from gagging and pressed on. Zoro pushed onto his elbows to watch, parted his legs and gave a little thrust, biting back a groan when she broke to breathe.

"Mm, I've never felt you this hard before," Lana gasped slyly, pumping his length in her fist while she held his rapt, lust-struck gaze. "So big for me... No wonder you felt so amazing, filling me up, fucking me so good..."

"Nng! Lana, I'm not done yet!" he growled. "Just... uhhh, just lemme take a break, I'll keep- oh fuck!"

Her tongue lathed over his leaking slit while she stroked him, steady and rhythmic. Sultry eyes burned into his, overflowing with desire and naughtiness that nudged experimentally at the fragile wall of his resolve.

"You already did so good though," she smirked, determined to push him through the barrier that she could tell was only paper-thin. "Mm, I must have cum on your cock a dozen times tonight... Ooh, and you feel like you're ready to burst... Come on, Zoro."

She squeezed him tighter, lowering her voice to a rasp as she held his dark, frenzied gaze.

"I wanna taste you," she went on, tongue darting out tantalizingly between sentences as she drew him closer to the place where she knew his impressive restraint always failed him. "Please? Just let go for me... you earned it..."

Zoro's resolve snapped under the pressure of her persistent, crafty encouragement.

"Fuck! Mm, Lana! Fuck, here... here it comes!" he groaned, giving in to what they both wanted.

His cursing intensified as his fingers wound through her hair, locking her in place while he spilled his seed down her throat. The eagerness with which she swallowed, wide, sparkling eyes holding his with voracious focus... her unmistakable enjoyment was almost enough to make him hard again. Enthralled, he held her down a little too long, earning a slap to the thigh as she demanded release. He complied, collapsing onto the mattress with a little bounce as Lana caught her breath and climbed up his body.

"Mm, you had a lot to give tonight," she teased, drawing a shuddering moan from him. He reached up to caress her throat, mesmerized by the sweat rolling down her chest. She reached for his bandana, but he caught her wrist before she could remove it.

"Told you, I'm not done yet," he grumbled.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Unless you can't handle any more?"

"You know, I thought I'd be tired by now, but..."

She dragged his hand down, pulling it between his stomach and her dripping, sensitive core.

"... I guess all that endurance training is good for more than just fighting," she chuckled.

Zoro grinned gleefully and locked his wrist in place so she could take her pleasure on his fingers. He still gripped her throat, feeling the harsh drag of her panted breaths punctuated with blissful moans as she arched and rocked over him. The sheen of sweat coating her skin left him entranced as he watched her move. His lips parted when her mouth fell open, teeth bared as she closed her fingers around his wrists. He went along as she pulled his right hand down to her breasts, guiding his touch, demanding his attention as she ground into his palms.

Her hands slid up his arms, indulging in a ravenous journey that filled her with joy and fed her desire as she felt every tense inch of flexing muscle on her way up. His grip tightened on her body in response, breath quickening despite the fact that, for the first time all night, Lana was the one doing all the work. The pair bathed in greed, basking hedonically in each other's beauty under the silky soft cover of darkness. Hungry hands look their fill, ever unsated as every indulgent caress only fed the lust consuming them.

Zoro grunted as Lana's movements became more urgent, her frustration growing as she pressed against him desperately. He was shocked to feel himself stiffening a little so soon after such an incredible climax.

'Guess I didn't need to focus so hard on lasting after all,' he thought with some amusement.

Lana didn't notice his slowly recovering erection, too busy chasing another gratuitous climb. The steps evaded her this time, leaving her all but growling with irritation at the paradise eluding her. Zoro's fingers felt good, standing perfectly at attention for her while she rode them, but after the indulgence she'd been steeped in all night, it wasn't enough. Not by a long shot.

"Zoro! Fuck!"

Lana fell onto his chest, heaving and squirming while his fingers chased her, rocking her body with the force of their squelching thrusts.

'So slippery... I don't think I've ever felt her this wet before!'

Zoro moaned while her fevered lips grazed over his chest, gasped when her teeth found a nipple.

"I need more!" she groaned, nails drawing dark trails over his ribs as she writhed against his body. "Need... need to feel you filling me again... need..."

Her words devolved into gasped, strained cries of protest as his fingers left her so he could take hold of her hips.

"Keep talking!" he urged. "Almost... I'm almost there!"

He pulled her down so she could feel his meaning, gradually rising against her thigh. She hummed delightedly, sliding his length through her slick folds and enjoying the moans he gave to reward her generosity.

"Already?" she grinned, dipping to scrape his neck with her teeth, devouring the deep vibrations as his grip tightened on her waist. "So much energy... I guess you're not one to stay down long, huh?"

She took him in half-hard, sighing at the strange sensation of his lax member resting inside her.

"Now touch me," she requested. 'I'll have him up the rest of the way in no time...'

Zoro's hands roamed reverently, obediently, while she licked her lips and ground onto his pelvis. She felt him harden further and clenched around him on purpose, bent on coaxing him back to full strength.

"Fuck, almost," she panted, biting back her desperation. She forced patience on herself as Zoro's hips jerked up to meet hers and his moans deepened. "Just. a little more... c'mon, Zoro... I wanna feel you stretching me again!"

The shark intake of his breath, the crush of his fingers on her skin, the blossoming heat at the site of their connection spurred Lana on. She leaned down to purr quietly in his ear, nails seeking his scalp while she riled him up again mercilessly.

"Mm, I can't wait to have you deep, can't wait to take that perfect cock... I'll be even better for you this time, I promise."

She lifted experimentally, bit her lip as he slid in and out slowly, growing with every careful stroke.

"This time, you're going to bend me over," she informed him, playing on what she knew he liked best to excite him faster.

"Yeah?" he replied. His eyes were sharp, shaded heavily by the bandana. He looked like a beast lying in wait beneath her, anticipating the right moment to strike. Lana shivered with anticipation and excitement of her own.

"Mm-hm," she went on. "I'll be such a good girl for you... I'll do anything you want as long as you fuck me just like I want..."

"Tell me how you want it!" he demanded, the words a growl as his hips slammed up into her. The rough thrust tore a cry from her at the impact. He didn't give even an inch inside her, forcing her tender cunt open again to show her he was ready.

"Hard!" she managed to gasp, bracing on his shoulders as he continued relentlessly. "Faster, Zoro, want... I want you to fuck me 'til I can't even move anymore!"

"Careful what you wish for!" he smirked, sharp teeth gleaming savagely. He gripped her bruisingly, rutting into her with brutal, breathtaking force that left her seeing stars as she moaned her approval.

Lana submitted to him completely, falling onto his chest while his arms caged her and his pelvis pounded into hers from below. She could only shake and cry out, locked tight in Zoro's embrace while he gave her everything she wanted, soothing her desperation with his own fervor. The bed creaked and rocked, protesting under the vigor of their impassioned activities as the night waxed long.

Time turned a blind eye to the lovers, hours rendered meaningless as they measured it's passing instead in heartbeats and kisses. Lana took everything Zoro had to give like the boldest thief, the most brazen bandit. He gave it to her like a hostage, enslaved to the challenge he'd created for himself. He'd never backed down from a challenge in his life and he didn't intend to let even this petty, self-inflicted hurdle defeat him.

Gratitude overwhelmed Zoro when Lana broke before he did. He met her request dutifully, fucked her until she couldn't even scream anymore, until her limbs gave out competely and she collapsed to the mattress in a quivering, breathless heap. He followed her down, hips still stuttering wearily into hers as her soft sighs filled the air around them.

"Done?" he asked for what felt like the tenth time. At last, she nodded, eyes closed while she caught her breath.

"You?" she managed.

"Almost."

Zoro had been holding out against his impending orgasm for uncounted hours. Now, he let go with immense relief, burying himself in Lana's body as he shook and spasmed over her. She mustered the last of her strength, clutching him as he groaned between her breasts and pulsed between her legs.

They crashed together, but Zoro was still only interested in knowing one thing. After Lana assured him of her satisfaction, she had one final demand.

"What about you?" she asked, tossing his bandana blindly through the dark cabin. "Have you ever been so satisfied in your life?"

"Oh yeah," he replied lazily.

"What? You jerk, when?" she scowled.

"Mm..."

Zoro rose just enough to throw his body over hers, pinning her securely against the bed. His leg draped over her hip and his hand captured hers, clasping their fingers tight.

"I feel this satisfied every time you touch me," he purred, nipping her ear playfully as she adjusted to bear his weight.

"Hmph... alright, fine. That was a really good answer," she admitted.

They passed out together and lost a day napping to recover from their antics.

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[superm4ks]

I hope I am not bothering you, but is Brazil 2024 going into the Verstappie rewatches?? Personally, I was so euphoric after that race that the Belgium 2022 race kinda got replaced as my favorite comeback drive

Love your posts!!

- :)

I appreciate u and ly sm u will never bother me but I need u to lock in rn. Hold my cold anemic hand. Is Brazil 2024 gonna be in the verstappie rewatch is BRAZIL .. ur question shud be 'how can we as a community stop u from writing about Brazil 2024. What more cud u possibly have to say about Brazil 2024 can u please shut the fuck up about Brazil 2024

[monti-moth]

Ganlink is an endlessly funny ship to me because it’s like “we’re mortal enemies trapped in a cycle of destruction, death and regeneration. We are destined to destroy each other with the world as colateral” but also “you are however looking fine af in that skirt Link is that Gucci please let me hit”

[spooky-activity]

Sorry Himeko, you really aren’t great at single target damage and Kafka is an actual assassin

[bohemian-nights]

your attitude towards Black queer women is nasty and there's nothing stereotypical about a Black (possibly) lesbian character. on top of that, yall was on here the other day talm bout some "taking stuff from black men" but who woulda been seated for a yet another Black man chasing after a yt woman anyway and tryna use sex to control her??? franchaela are going to have a happy ending even if a little bit unconventional (we literally don't know how bridgerton's societal landscape will change by then) but what's the difference between them already living out quiet lives away from the ton and.....continuing to do that? it wouldn't be out of shame but out of what they want while it just so happens to protect them? what exactly would be different than what benophie woulda had to do??? who also had to go to the country to limit the risk of folks inquiring about sophie. it's the same thing and yet your issue seems to be that it's not a Black woman with a white man who harassed her to be his mistress and refused to see her as anything but that. i have no doubt the show will change that part of their dynamic but that seems to be something you want to stay in tact and you need to unpack that cause it's pathetic. you should want better.

They aren’t going to change shit because their MO isn’t to uplift Black women of any kind. So what you really want me to do is cheer on what will be a promiscuous Black woman chasing after or romancing a married white woman(her cousin-in-law) who will have to end up hiding out in the country for the rest of her life to escape persecution. You want me to pretend like it’s somehow the same/a better story than a Black woman being chased after, who gets the marriage, the adoring spouse, the children, doesn’t have to live in hiding or else she’ll be jailed, etc.

You don't care that they also ruined a Black man’s image too? Fine, but this isn't being done for us. We keep getting handed the “unconventional” which is why our image is always a fucking mess in the media.

If you want to play stupid play stupid, but I'm not playing dumb with you.

I’m not happy that they made Marina half-Black when they know she has to die to give Eloise a happily ever after. I’m not happy that they had Lady Danbury get raped every five seconds in Queen Charlotte and tried to play it off for laughs. Or that she remained alone with her children hating her. I wont even mention Guinevere, who is only there either to be a sexual experimentation or a side kick to the non-Blacks. Not to mention she like Lady Danbury is just another iteration of the strong independent woman who doesn’t need a man.

Alice is another side character so I'm not happy that the best we’ll get in terms of a Black-ish main character is Queen Charlotte who unlike the Bridgertons doesn't exactly have a fully functioning marriage. Lastly I’m not happy that they pulled this stunt after pulling the other fifty eleven stunts when it comes to their Blackish female characters. They do the bar minimum and give us the worst shit so no I’m not going to pretend like it’s all hunky dory.

I’m absolutely disgusted by the treatment we have received by this show. I’m tired of the disrespect. It’s one thing to add drama it’s another to add unnecessary trauma which is all they have given us.

I’m sorry, but it should tell you everything that they refuse to show a Black woman in a loving relationship with a man where shes desired and wanted. Every woman is afforded that but us? No ma’am I’m not falling for this bs.

Sophie should've been Black and this character they've created should’ve stayed in the rough drafts. No ifs ands or buts about it.

Actually read the books and pay attention to this show rather than listening to a bunch of psychotic racist ass non-Black women who are trying to sell you shit on a platter cause they don’t really give a damn since they have and will continue to get theirs.

[welldigger62]

My morning view -

FOG, and more fog. No pretty sunrise for you guys 🤣 😂

Oh yeah, it’s garbage day too, I bet you figured that one out too 😃

Yup, we got a pretty smart crowd here on tumblr.

Happy Monday y’all 😍

[d3sertdream3r]

Twitter is the worst.

I should really just stop checking that app completely. I love the interesting threads people do, but the fandom reaction to the finale has gotten out of hand imo.

I totally understand having critiques about the finale, but the amount of people getting pissed over the fact that they didn’t get exactly what they wanted and throwing a tantrum over it is honestly pretty upsetting.

I love Sauron and Galadriel’s dynamic, and I would’ve liked more of it this season. But I find it really annoying how many Haladriel Twitter accounts are accusing the showrunners of misogyny and caving to far-right agendas just because they didn’t have Galadriel’s personal arc revolving around her interactions with Sauron. Giving her an arc away from him is literally the exact OPPOSITE of misogyny!

I know shippers are used to lots of other stories caving to far-right hatred, but I think it’s incredibly unfair to be so mean-spirited towards McPayne after everything they’ve done with this show. It may not be going exactly how you wanted, but that doesn’t make them evil.

And it’s especially infuriating to see vicious comments and mockery towards their respective religions. Attacking the lifestyle and beliefs of ANYBODY regardless of whether you personally agree with it or not over a goddamn TELEVISION SHOW is absolutely disgusting and immature. The showrunners haven’t gone out of their way to be harmful, they’ve been kind and respectful the whole time.

I always hope fandom will do better, and it always lets me down. At least the majority of the fans on here seem to be a lot more mature and have actual critiques instead of childish tantrums, because my god is it a cesspool on that bird app.

[lavendarlily]

ectoberhaunt day 10: occultism @ectoberhaunt

mccultism

words: 1698

read it on ao3

cw: death but it's funny

*THIS IS CRACK. like i lost braincells writing this. enjoy.

it's just an innocent summoning ritual.

Sam pulled up in front of Danny’s place, honking her horn twice to let them know she’d arrived. He and Tucker, with Cujo swaddled under Danny’s arm, emerged from the front door, and rushed down to the street. 

With her sunglasses lowered, Sam rolled down the window so her friends could hear her. “Get in the car bitches. We’re going culting.”

Danny scoffed at her poor joke and climbed into the front seat, Cujo on his lap, with Tucker sliding into the back. 

“Hey!” Sam protested. “Cujo goes in the back - I don’t want him jumping on the steering wheel.”

“That was one time! And I made us intangible before we hit the grocery store!” Regardless, he tossed Cujo towards Tucker, who yelped as the pup assaulted him with slobbery licks.

Turning his attention back to Sam, Danny lowered his voice. “Do you have the goods?” 

Sam wiggled her eyebrows and motioned towards the empty seat in the rear. On it sat multiple fast food bags stained with grease.

“Where’s my milkshake?” Tucker complained.

“Ice cream machine was broken.”

Tucker growled in dissatisfaction. 

Sam began driving the familiar route towards the Nasty Burger, Danny raising his eyebrows in confusion.

“What are we doing here? We already have the food.”

“Alright! I can get my milkshake!” Tucker yelled from the backseat. 

“We’re picking up Valerie from work,” Sam answered, then turned to Tucker, “and you stay in the car. We’re not staying long.”

Pouting, Tucker closed the car door and replaced his seatbelt. 

The other passenger door opened and Valerie appeared. She scooched the fast food towards the middle and slid in. 

“Hey guys,” she greeted. “Thanks for picking me up, Sam.”

“Any time, although I’m surprised you wanted to come.”

Valerie shrugged. “Nothing better to do, honestly.”

“Fair enough.” 

Cujo jumped into Valerie’s lap excitedly, Danny watching through the rearview. He blushed when their eyes met in the mirror and quickly looked away. If anyone else in the car noticed, they didn’t say anything. They were good friends like that. 

The drive was fairly long - the spot was a good forty-five minutes out of town. Sam passed the aux cord to Valerie, to Danny’s displeasure (he’d been banned from dj-ing road trips). The car was alive with chatter between the four friends, making the drive fly by. 

They eventually pulled up to an empty park. It’d been abandoned by the nearby town after a fire had ravaged it, and the town didn’t have the money to rebuild. It had since become a spot for hookups or drug deals, or in this case, a summoning ritual. 

The four headed towards a dilapidated bridge that hung over a dried creek. Walking under it, there was an entrance in the walls to an underground cave system. Danny transformed and went first to scope it out, making sure it was safe for the others. Upon returning he phased his friends down one at a time so as to avoid the dangerous descent. 

While Danny could see just fine, the others were lost in the total darkness. Tucker fumbled around until he found his friend’s arm, then broke it in half with a loud crack.

“YOW! What the fuck Tucker?” he yelled, a bright green glow simultaneously radiating from the wound and promptly lighting the cave. 

“Chill, you’ll heal in like two minutes. We need light.”

Danny grunted. “It still hurts,” he grumbled.

Ignoring the boys, Sam set down her backpack and began pulling out chalk and candles. 

“Light these,” she ordered Valerie, who was currently trying her best to wrangle Cujo in her arms, handing her a box of matches. She passed the dog off to Tucker and started on her task. Meanwhile, Sam used the chalk to draw a near perfect circle complete with a large “M” in the middle. 

Danny sat sulking in the corner, rubbing his broken arm. Cujo leapt out of Tucker’s grasp and bounced over to his beloved ghost boy, excited by the sight of the bone sticking out of Danny’s arm. 

“ Don’t bite that oOowowwWWw!!!! ”

Tucker shrugged and started helping with placing the candles. Each point where the “M” touched the circle was decorated with 1-2 candles and a variety of french fries, nuggets, and cheeseburgers. 

“Tucker! Don’t eat those!” Sam yelled at the boy, who had several fries sticking out from his mouth.

“I’m hungry. Can’t be doing cult shit on an empty stomach.”

“You’re always hungry.”

Tucker glared and swiped a nuggie. 

“Danny! Get over here. We’re about to start,” Sam yelled across the cave. Cujo let out a yarf! at her voice and bounded over, jumping up excitedly at her legs. At her look of disgust, Valerie reclaimed the pup in her grasp.

“One sec- I just gotta- OOF! There we go.” Danny had successfully repositioned the bone, skin immediately regenerating and healing the wound, and rejoined the group. He examined the summoning circle before them.

“Looks good. Just one last thing.”

Danny took Cujo from Valerie’s arms and placed him in the middle of the circle.

“Danny!! What-”

Cujo lifted his leg. 

Danny clapped his hands together. “Now it’s ready.”

They sat around the circle in a seated position, hands joined. Sam had an open book in front of her, and began rehearsing the lines. 

Magic forces

Yellow and red

We reach out to you

Beyond the dead

We call upon you

Ronaldus McDonaldai

To hear our voices

And cross the divide

Your loyal followers

McCultists for life

Summon you now

With our lasting cry! 

At this point, all four voices came together.

Ronaldus McDonaldai, Ronaldus McDonaldai, RONALDUS MCDONALDAI!

With the final cry, their voices echoed around the chamber.

And nothing happened.

The four all exchanged looks. “Did we…do something wrong?” Valerie questioned.

“I followed the instructions so carefully!” Sam whined, then glared at Tucker. “Maybe it’s because someone-”

A giant WHOOSH cut Sam off, as green fire and the smell of burning fast food engulfed the cave. 

The group screamed.

In the middle of the circle was a friendly looking clown in red and yellow garb. He blinked once, then twice, taking in his surroundings. 

Sam leapt up and bowed. “Oh Great One. Thank you for answering our call. We are the McCultists. Please bless us with your wisdom.”

The remaining teens echoed Sam. “Please bless us with your wisdom,” they repeated in unison.

The clown stared straight ahead. “Burgir.”

Sam cocked her head in confusion. “Burgir?”

“Magdonal. Burgir,” the clown recited. 

Sam looked at her circle of friends, eyes wide. They all had blank expressions on their faces, also unsure of what to make of their idol’s words.

“Great Ronaldus McDonaldai. We do not understand. What do you need of us?” she tried again.

The clown’s eyes narrowed and his mouth scrunched into a scowl.

“Burgir.”

“We don’t-”

“Burgir,” he repeated, and began violently shaking. “Burgir. Burgir. Burgir .”

The clown’s scalp split like a caterpillar in metamorphosis. The outer layer of the being peeled away slowly, revealing a featureless black body, only a mouth visible. Its limbs were disproportionately long, its lengthy fingers resulting in the hands to resemble forks. 

“B̶̔͊ͅͅu̷̧̐͐̈́̍͛r̴̗̅̕ģ̶̟͍̓̈ì̴̡̧̮̥̞͍r̵̡̞̟̗̒̌.” it hissed, then lunged at the teens.

They all screamed, and ran off in separate directions. All except for Cujo, who ran right up to the demon, wagging his tail. The demon grunted, picking up the dog and placing him on its shoulders, then ran after the teens.

It caught Tucker first - clearly upset that the boy had eaten part of the offerings. The demon unhinged its jaw, mouth growing to the size of its body, and swallowed Tucker whole. The same fate was met for Valerie and Danny, who despite their best efforts and combined supernatural powers, could not destroy the demon. 

Sam had just made it to the crawl space that led to the exit. She’d squeezed most of her body into the crevice when she felt something grab at her ankle. She screamed as the demon pulled her out, the dirt scratching at her body as she slid. 

The demon dangled her in front of its face, analyzing the being responsible for its awakening. 

“Please,” she pleaded. “What have we done to upset you, my Lord?”

“B̷̢̨͍̣̘̤̝͎͓̠͓͔̰͇͚͎̫̭͓̝͓̰̈́̑̒̒̎̋͌̑͂͗̋̎̾̐͛̍́́̒͂̀͋̾̈́͘͘̕͝͝͝͝͝ǔ̷̧̝̦̫̳̥̮̖̱̙͓̠̪̖͓̱̗̟̳͉̠̦̰̝́̃̄̎̎̋͘͜͜ͅr̷̨̳̙̦̟̭̘͂̆̑̊̊͑̃̉̅͐͌̈̃̀͆̽͘g̸̨̯̣̞̤͚͍͍̘͓͙̮̰̾̌̀̀͜ĩ̵̡̛̛̦͚͍̩̠̦̥̲̖̪̤̯͇̍̈́̾̒̅̔͋́̾̌̇̀̋̊̚͝ȑ̶̢̧̨̩̳̜̹͚͇̭͎͙̠͙͔͇͙͙̪̈́̐̓͐̂̋̓̈́͗͜͝,” it said, then swallowed her whole.

“M̶̙̈́̊m̸̧̀̊m̶̧͚̖͆͆.̸̣̾ ̵̨̱̺́B̴̻̼̑͒̈͜é̸ͅe̷͈͗͛̓f̴̝̱̈́̍ͅy̴̺̕̕.”

———————

Sam rubbed her eyes, groaning at the hard surface she’d found herself on. She slowly opened them to see her friends all in the same state of confusion. 

“Where are we?” she asked, looking around.

“Hi! Welcome to Maccers Prison. How can I help you?” a cheery voice appeared. 

In front of the group floated a ghost in a black visor and apron with a yellow and red insignia threaded into the fabric. 

“Prison?” Valerie questioned.

“Maccers?” Danny echoed. 

A ruckus from behind startled the teens, and they turned towards the commotion. A rabid miniature poodle in a fedora was running around with nuggies flying from their grasp as a blob ghost chased them, screaming for them to release the nuggies. In the corner, a woman laughed maniacally as she typed away on her computer, while a small group around her begged through tears for her to stop, something about her Torturing the Boy. Across the room a pirate was sparring with another dog-like creature, characterized by an exceptionally blocky appearance. 

“Is this…Hell?” Tucker asked.

The ghost that had greeted them brought their fingers to their mouth and let out a loud whistle that caught the attention of the other inmates. Their heads all snapped up.

“Hey! We’ve got some fresh beef over here. Care to give them their orientation?” 

The collection of beings simultaneously grinned, and moved in on the newcomers. 

“Maccers. Maccers. Maccers. Maccers. Maccers. Maccers,” they chanted. 

The teens scrambled up and looked for an exit, any way out. There was no door to be seen. Cornered, Sam pounded on the walls, hoping that by some miracle there was someone on the other side who could save them. Danny attempted to wail, but instead of his deadly cry, he made a sound like that of a squeaky toy. 

Their screams for help slowly dissipated as they became unwilling members of the Maccers Jail for eternity.

**playlist credit to @hannahmanderr & @duchi-nesten