#this is still so embarrassing for me lmao. i.

[ddejavvu]

hmmm mean!logan who makes a GREAT brat tamer, who will give your ass a quick slap in public for embarrassing him or talking back to him and gets you over his lap the moment you’re alone to really let you have it

bro… I need a hard, firm hand to show me who’s boss lmao

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni, mean!logan, spanking, brat taming, don't like don't read.

"I want some." You appeal to Logan one day, glancing at the rather intimidating drink in his hand. It's straight liquor, no sweet syrups or even ice to tamp down the effects. He drinks hard, something he's built a tolerance to over his long life, aided by his remarkable healing abilities. What he drinks makes your eyes water and your throat itch, but today you're feeling brave- perhaps from the drink in your own hand.

"No." He says simply, raising his glass to his lips and taking a hefty swig. It lowers the volume of liquor in the glass substantially, but he swallows it like it's water. You watch as the muscles in his neck contract slightly with the motion of his throat, and perhaps they tense at the sharp taste, but he remains mostly reactionless to the drink he's downing. You, however, would be tipping over.

"Come on, please? Just a little bit? I just want to try." You plead, bracing your hands on his arm in hopes that he'll take pity on you. But he doesn't, and all that's sent your way is a warning glance.

"Nothing bad's gonna happen." You insist, "If I get all loopy you can just take me home."

"I said no." His voice is gruff, and something indignant sparks in your chest. Fine. You're a grown woman- you can order one yourself. You've seen Logan order it a thousand times, you know it by heart and you'll pay for it yourself. He can't stop you.

You spin with a huff towards the bar, stalking towards the bartender with determination that Logan should be afraid of. Seconds before you can reach the bar, your fingertips inches away from the smooth, albeit sticky surface, Logan's hand grips your arm tight, and you feel a sharp, stinging sensation against your skin as he lands a harsh smack on your ass.

The slap is rough, tough, and forceful, just the way Logan manhandles you into the dingy hallway that leads to the bathrooms. It's cut off from the crowd but you can still hear the patrons inside, mere feet away as Logan's scowl bores down on you.

"What did I fucking say?"

"You said no, like you control me," You scoff, "You're not my dad! I'm well over 21, Logan, I can drink whatever I want!"

"Not when I plan on fucking you into the mattress tonight, stupid." He snarls, and your stomach flips with an intensity you know you'll be feeling all night long, "You don't think there's a reason I'm trying to keep you sober? Those fruity little drinks don't do shit that water can't fix. If you downed one of these you'd be sick for a week.”

"I thought-" You start, but he plows on, undeterred.

"You think I care what you drink? Knock yourself out, cowgirl," He snickers, his irritation gone but not forgotten as he condescends, "If you wanna shoot shit that'll make your head spin, then do it. But not tonight. I want you to remember my name so you can scream it."

[tikkunolamresistance]

so i wanted to say i understand your pov on that post even if i disagree with it, but running an account like this one means you do need to be careful who you reblog from. and that means that yes, you do need to make a bit of an effort.

you could be reblogging nazis, or people who actively support hamas if you don't check who you reblog before you platform them on an account like this. it takes a minute to check out an account before you just hit reblog.

it's understandable to not do it on a personal account, but this is a public one that was supposed to be a place without propaganda. platforming people who post propaganda because you happen to agree with one post they made is still platforming people who post propaganda. there are many nazi and pro hamas accounts who have circulating posts.

"i'm sorry this bothered you." i'm not bothered lmao. i'm disappointed in an account that was supposed to be a place that didn't do what the previous account did.

i wish you luck, i just don't agree with running an account like this one and not checking who you reblog.

i would like to go over the series of events that prompted you to say this to me.

i reblog a post that i agree with. you reblog to disagree, derail the post by mentioning israel and accusing op of terrorist sympathizing, then tag me to call me out for not checking that every blog i reblog a post from meets your expected standards for my blog. my blog.

i am someone that you have spoken to personally on here and discord and now you have the audacity to try and call me out publicly? what’s with that? if you are concerned with who i’m reblogging from this was not the appropriate way to go about it and i am embarrassed that i even have to address this with you.

i was going to message you privately but fuck it. you made this public.

my personal account is also public. this blog isn’t a news source, i’m not a teacher, nor do i have the responsibility to check every blog i reblog from. i am a stranger on the internet cultivating a blog of topics i think my followers would like to look at/engage with/be interested in in any capacity.

i’m not living my life with hyper vigilance for fucking tumblr. the fringe website. i already think too much about the person sitting next to me on the bus let alone every. single. account that i reblog from.

take this ‘holier than thou’ attitude away from me i am absolutely sick of it.

if anyone else has any issues with the people i reblog from, that is entirely a you issue. unfollow me like she did.

[mik3stuff]

DC AU where everything is the same except it's in Brazil

okay okay that's a good one!

Gotham = Rio de Janeiro (RJ), Metropolis = Fortaleza (CE), Central City = Brasilia (DF), Star City = Salvador (BA), Bludhaven = São Gonçalo (RJ) i know looking at the images it doesn't make much sence but trust me

The Kents are from the backlands of Ceará, but Clark moved to Fortaleza in search of work years later as an adult.

The Waynes are subcelebrities and have CERTAINLY already had about 7 false exposures that gave them a headache to deny on our late Xwitter (X + Twitter, it's a meme)

Jason is definitely the kind of person who refuses to go to McDonald's, but instead, every weekend he and the Outlaws +Duke go to a favela diner owned by some old lady he met when he was homeless, and each of them eats, like, three Brazilian-style hot dogs.

Indigenous Wonderfam, Black/Mixed Batfam (yes even Bruce. the only exeption is Cass and Damian are still Asian/Arabian, just mixed) and Superfam and i don't know the others well enough to tell

memelord Steph but by accident she's just too silly

Tim had a YouTube gameplay channel as a kid, but he lost the password and so he created a new one to post his theories. Every couple of months Steph reminds him of this and he's two seconds away from deleting it by hacking YouTube out of embarrassment, but he knows she has the videos downloaded.

sorry this is mostly just batfam lmao it's the media i have more contact with but i'll try to remake this post in the future ^^

[angelliicc]

don't call me again

“to be honest, i don’t care anything about you

baby it’s true, we’re already done”

masterlist

a/n its 11:30 as i type this lmao. guys i used to hate this song 😓 don’t come for me. anyways ENJOY

warnings not proofread, ex-gf!ellie

ellie was your dream girl ever since you laid her eyes on her. you thought you’d be the luckiest person in the world to date her, unfortunately it wasn’t the case. your relationship with ellie was rocky. constant arguments over stupid shit, not responding or talking to each other for days and so much more. when you attempted to strike up a conversation, all she’d do was scroll on her phone and say “mhm” without eye contact. you couldn’t keep up with this, so you called it quits. she had no reaction and honestly could care less when you told her, which led you devastated.

it was 3 am. you couldn’t sleep because you had to finish homework. “ugh, why didn’t i skip conditioning today.” you said with regret. your phone rang as it said ellie williams. “didn’t i block her? how did she get my number?”

you answered. “hello?”

e: “missin u like crazy. need u.”

e: “ hello? you’re not gonna fucking answer?you still mad at me? get over that shit and lets restart. i still love u.”

your face turned bright red with embarrassment, r: “sorry, you were cutting out, im here.”

you thought of two things. 1: play with her feelings for a bit or 2: text her and block her. you decided to have a little bit of fun before you wanted to block her. ellie after a certain time was a different person.

r: “missing me that bad you had to call me?”

e: “yeahh”

r: “how bad do u fr miss me, be honest.”

e: “you all im thinking about all day at any time. i miss you so much baby.”

r: “how’d you even get my number?”

e: “i have my ways.”

r: “i bet you do.”

e: “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you smiled over the phone, “don’t worry about it.”

silence filled the call for a few seconds that felt like hours.

r: “don’t you have a girl?”

e: “yeah, but she don’t need to know about this. let this be our little secret.”

r: “should i take you back?”

e: “please.”

r: “nah, ive moved on. don’t call me again.”

you hung up and hit block quickly before she called you again. damn, that bitch was a home wrecker. and you didn’t want to be the cause of something. you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. you really fucking hated ellie williams.

“oh, there was a lot of talk and a lot of trouble

your story and mine are really over now”

[yandere-yearnings]

ultraviolence by LDL except it's sun ❤️

i KNOW he's meant to be a cute author yan but to me he is EVIL and i think about that one "don't wanna take ur eyes away" drabble u wrote a lot more than i should dar. u did this to me. 😓😓

my apologies genie😔💔 hope giving you this (non-canon) evil sun will make up for it🤧 i was gonna add some flower motifs and stuff bc yk,, ✨️ultraviolence✨️ but i've been distracted so it got lost on me lmao

putting this one under a cut bc it's vv heavy on the implied abuse and domestic violence + reader is some sort of emotionally manipulated w/ stockholm syndrome (??) also this is definitely my worst piece writing-wise and i'm embarrassed haha subby sun enjoyers pls look away he is not very bby boy in this

There was a place he would take you to. Blindfolded in the passenger seat of his car, windows rolled down so you could feel the breeze, warm like his hand on your thigh, like the laughter swapped in breaths between the two of you. You loved him so much, not once did you question his taking your vision from you, even if only momentarily.

He promised to show you only beautiful things. You believed him.

It was a garden. Basked in green lights and shimmering white. A place where daybreak seemed eternal, because Sun only brought you there on the brightest summer mornings. He’d lift the cloth from your eyes, and each time without fail, the ethereal world around you was lost to his radiant smile. Narrowed to brown irises brimming gold, you’d dance to unspoken vows, whispered to the winds on chaste kisses. All you wanted was to spend the rest of your life with him. For that, you’d given him everything.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

Running through this empty concert hall in the dead of night; an impulsive game of cat and mouse coordinated by slivers from the dying moon. Why was it that the more distance you put between you, the more you felt you were leaving yourself behind?

Open doors to the rain outside, and the coldness of it all should’ve woken you up. That scent of mud and dirt, the taste of iron at the back of your teeth, the way you felt your heart would burst from all that welled inside — yet for a minutes, you waited there. Minutes, wishing you could feel those hands on your swollen ankles. That Sun would drag you back to him before you could make the stupid decision to walk away again.

Discordant crashes and bangs and the sound of familiar footsteps. Your grip loosened on the handle. He didn’t even chase you anymore. Sun knew you, and you knew yourself, too. You were hopeless, even if it hurt. If he were to pin you down and break your legs like he always said he would, you would feign ignorance to it all. Staring into the endless blackness that vignetted from the four corners of this grand auditorium, you’d revisit the evening he’d invited you to the orchestra with him, and pretend you remained there. 

Blind-eyed, and finally, arms around your hips. You could hear the violins. “Should I bury you, baby?” fingers snaking up, prints in purple to the column of your throat, “is that what you want?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I don’t know what’ll fix me.”

“Nothing can.” Sun was the knife and needle all at once. Nails digging into your skin, twisting your head to meet his gaze. He’d snap your neck. You were sure of it. “But it’s okay,” a soft smile, your foreheads touched. “I’ve loved you ugly, haven’t I?”

He had. Sun loved you even when his name on your skin had scabbed into a disgusting cluster of blood and tissue. He loved you when you were beaten and broken. Touched you so tenderly afterwards, you could completely forget it was him that slammed your skull against the floorboards — so insistently to the point the wood was stained to its core. Maybe it all got skewed in your head then, but you didn’t care anymore. Nobody would understand what you felt with him. You’d no longer be able to imagine life if you were to take him out of yours.

“Your legs hurt, don’t they?” he cooed, moving to stand in front of you. His thumb brushed your cheek, and came away wet. “You’re crying.”

You sniffled, leaning in, nuzzling into his all-encompassing warmth. “I don’t mean to.” It was strange how all else became insignificant like this. “I’m not sad.”

“That’s good.” Sun glanced outside, and there were strings tugging your stomach to your lungs. You wanted his attention back on you. You wanted everything from him. His deepest desires unravelled in pillow talk alone, had become your own. Now, it made sense.

So you didn’t refuse when he ushered you to your knees. Sun's praise was sweet, tone dulcet and sombre and safe when he told you to follow him, to crawl — looking out for you as always because your knees were in better shape than your feet.

The rain in rivulets over him, shirt damp quick, and sticking to his skin. Sun showed you his backbone. The smile coming to your lips felt wiry. He must’ve trusted you as much as you did him. 

“Will you take me home?”

“No,” he muttered. “To the garden. We’ll dig your grave.”

[rifleonthewall]

happy valentines day ❤️

i’ll start by saying that 1) i know leon is a fictional character and not a real person and 2) that im not very good at words or making sappy things like this but ill try my best. this is also under a read more because its like, a lot of nonsense.

Valentines Day marks the day i first beat re2 remake back in 2019, and when i first officially fell in love with Leon. at that time i was heavily interested in other things and i was new to selfship as a whole, so he, along with resident evil, took a backseat. so much so that at one point i even considered dropping him from my f/o list in late 2019. But i couldn’t bring myself to.

and then 2020 hit, and while i was starting to get more interested in resident evil as a franchise, creating an entire fandom blog around RE and Leon, but i still considered him a lesser f/o to the ones i was more focused on at the time, he lingered in the background but i still felt such a strong comfort and connection to him. especially because i was headcanoning him as trans, much like myself. That alone brought me more comfort than hcing any other character as trans, it felt so real and true to me.

fast forward to mid 2021 where DBD, the game i had clocked around 1k hours in at this point announces that their newest chapter is Resident Evil, specifically Leon and Jill, at this point my attraction to him had come and gone in waves, some lasting hours, days, even weeks. But when this chapter got announced I think this is what really solidified him as my “soulmate” f/o. He practically took over all my thoughts, and i began to realize how much of comfort he brought me throughout the years and throughout some of the hardest parts of the last few years, he was always there like a safety net, someone i could fall into and he’d be there to catch me time and time again.

And now nearly a year and a half since that point Leon has become the most important fictional character to me. He makes my heart feel so whole. Resident Evil as well as become such a comfort media, i care about every aspect of these game but most importantly i care so deeply about Leon. Everyday i genuinely go through every emotion under the sun when i see him, regardless if i’ve seen the photo before or not.

And i know it isn't Great Coping but, the past few months to a year have been hard alright? i’ve genuinely used him as a coping mechanism and some days, one of the few reason i’m strong enough to hold on. I thank Leon for all hes done for me and for being one of the reasons i can wake up everyday. (this is not inclusive of the very real people and friends and partner i have that keep me going everyday, but for the sake of this post)

I struggle so hard to put thoughts onto a page because he genuinely means so much to me, and when i think about that i get embarrassed, and i worry others will make fun of me for how i feel about him. But i assure you my selfship with him has been the Most thought out selfship i’ve ever created. even if it only exists in my head. Beckett is my most planned self insert, down to how he’d fit into each game in a way that never felt Too self inserty. he started as an OC after all.

I love you so much Leon, happy 4th anniversary. Thank you for everything. I hope to celebrate many more years with you as an f/o, but even if that doesn’t happen, i cherish everything you’ve done for me.

- nick/seylan/beckett (whichever you want to apply to this)

[beif0ngs]

everyone on tumblr @Buggy the 🤡 right now 

[anonomi]

Everytime I see sniperspy, it's usually opposite teams, which is lovely but I also believe in same team sniperspy, because of this match I had while playing Sniper on Thunder Mountain. I was using the bullshit countries away sightline by the BLU spawn on the first stage, the one on the rocks. I can't see shit but I feel like every sniper needs to use a bullshit spot at least once in their life so I'm sticking to it. Though I can't hit shit. Anyway I hear a spy decloak behind me and I turn, ready to throw hands.

But the only spy there is my team's, and he's busy running to the fight. I feel like he glances at me a bit, but he's gone before I can think about it.

I feel silly but I figure he's just testing his cloak, because I don't hallucinate decloaks, not yet anyway. A few minutes later, and there it is again. Someone decloaks behind me. This time I turn and there is my spy, but he's acting very suspicious. Has a mask on and everything. I run over to rip him up, and he starts dancing around, dodging me and feinting. We're jumping around for at least a minute before I run right into and through him.

It's my fucking spy. I've been juggling around for the past minute with my own spy.

He realizes the jig is up and he looks at me for a long moment, probably laughing at me behind his impassive face, before he's running off to fight again.

I go back to sniping, feeling horribly embarrassed. I move around and eventually get caught by a scout. After coming out of spawn, I go to stand on the rocks again to check things out. Can you guess what happens next?

I hear a decloak behind me and I'm sure this time this is the enemy spy. It has to be. No way my spy would still be screwing with me this deep into the match. I turn, and yep, there's a spy, wearing a mask and everything. Knife at the ready, I take a few steps forward.. before I just stop.

I stare at this spy. He stares at me. I look at him for a looong moment before I grab my rifle back and turn around. He comes up to my side and I tense, because shit maybe it is actually the enemy spy, but the stab he hits to my side bounces right off.

My team's spy looks at me, opens up VC and chuckles, before telling me in this smooth, soft little voice, "Sniper you should move up. You're not gonna hit anybody from here."

And he runs off again. Bastard.

[crystallizsch]

despite twst being a "villain" game

i love it when i see how certain characters speak to certain people. like how people just relate to their struggles/personalities/etc.

there’s riddle coming to terms that not everything has to be perfect, unlearning from what he has been taught growing up that not everything has to be followed to the letter;

ace who is gungho and earnest about what he believes in and has the natural inclination to defend those he grows to genuinely care about;

deuce always striving to improve himself despite setbacks and being aware of his own shortcomings;

leona who acts like he’s given up from being cast aside his entire life and coming to terms to the fact that there are people that do look to him as a leader, as someone who’s worth something;

floyd who unapologetically just does what he wants, choosing to do things that interests him at the moment;

kalim choosing to be happy and kind always, living life everyday to the fullest knowing what he’s gone through;

jamil with the expectations and obligations to essentially "perform" and do things for others more than for himself, especially when he has the potential to shine by himself with his own abilities;

vil rejecting gender norms and restrictions, while still being confident in his own masculinity, and also wanting other people to bring out their best and truest potential even though he may be strict about it;

rook being able to pick out so meticulously the beauty in everything and everyone whenever no one else is able to;

idia with his introverted yet very passionate energy towards things he cares about;

silver with his love and dedication for those he considers his family;

malleus with his loneliness and bringing out his genuine self with someone he's able to consider a friend;

i know some of these sound pretty surface-level but these are the ones that just came to mind at the moment, these are not my full-on thoughts on each of them

my point overall is i just really love seeing when there’s a character that REALLY speaks to someone that doesn’t particularly speak to me because it gives me a whole new perspective on characters i initially didn’t care about or didn’t like and makes me appreciate them more

also it just shows how how these characters are different enough in that sense so that there are characters for everyone to love and relate to 🥺💕

i could gush more about relationship dynamics as well but this is getting long enough hfdsfjsljlks anyways i would love to see others’ own takes and why a particular character(s) relates to them or why they just like them in general 👉👈 i want to spread some good vibes 💖 but anyways idk these are just my thoughts 🤧

[totallyradicalmucky]

Nightmare

Aqua teen Hunger Force (fluff)

I never wrote a fic before. It was 2am last night and I was feeling sappy, so I decided to write this. Hopefully that comes across.

Blinking at the ceiling as he tries to make out what the two are talking about, half asleep and struggling to stay awake after another day long of whatever the hell goes on in their lives..

“No- you go in there cuz he’s gonna be cranky- and I’m not gonna be the one to deal with it.”

...

“Nuh uh. no way. Not doin’ it. You do it- cuz- cause you woke me up cuz-”

…

“I DID NOT. We- You had a nightmare. And well..we’ll do it together than. Big baby.”

The door creaked open, with Frylock glancing at the pair who still bickered over who apparently had the nightmare. He sighed, sitting up to squint at them through the darkness. Without having his contacts in made it even harder to see the pair, leaving him without the energy or the vision to be mad at the intruders, again..

He opted to speak up, sounding more irritated than he meant to initially.

“What two do you want right now, it’s..well I don’t know what time it is but it’s not the time okay?”

The room was quiet for a while before Shake and Meatwad whispered to each other again, this time quietly. Frylock couldn’t see their faces, but their tones were nervous sounding. Meatwad was the first to speak up, rolling to get closer to the bed while Shake suspiciously stayed near the door. Looking as if he’s clutching onto it. Frylock eyed him before giving the younger his full attention.

“We.. uh- we’re havin’ a hard time sleepin tonight. Or uh- or maybe just me I dunno. Something about nightmares or..well I didn’t have a night mare I just heard about it. So, yeah, uh.”

Frylock looks at Meatwad with a confused expression from his spot on the bed. Listening to Master Shake angrily whisper at the meatball as he grips the door harder. Making Meatwad remember what he was supposed to ask for, to which he does cutely.

“But- um. Frylock We wanna sleep in the big bed with youuu.”

Frylock glances back up at Shake, not being able to make out the cup’s entire face. He isn’t sure if this is a trick or not. FryLock raises an eyebrow, not buying into Shake’s part of the deal.

“Well, alright then. …Shake?”

Meatwad crawls up into the rocket ship themed bed, making himself comfortable next to Frylock. The grease from his body seeping into the sheets, but Frylock elects to ignore that for now. Choosing instead to look at Shake, the cup groaning as he’s been noticed. Walking slowly to the bed in an ashamed way, finally in visible sight for Frylock. Master Shake looks tired, eyes a bit baggy and pink for whatever reason the cup adamantly refuses to state. He rolls his eyes.

“I know you have something to say. What is it. What.”

Frylock softens his look, still squinting and letting a small sigh out at the disheveled sight of Shake.

“You had the nightmare, didn’t you Shake?”

“What. No? I don’t even dream. Everything I want.. simply comes to me, at my beck and call Fryl-“

The other man cuts him off, making Shake wince, strangely enough. Frylock points at Meatwad, who’s fast asleep and cuddled against his side. Shake frowns.

“Okay fine. Whatever. Maybe…Meatwad and I-“

“No. Don’t.”

“I hate you. So damn much.”

“No you don’t.”

“…”

“Do you..wanna talk about it or something? Your nightmare, I mean.”

“Scoot over. Not now.”

Frylock looks at Shake, the cup looking delicate for the first time in a long while. Eyes pricking with tears that won’t fall- the man lays down next to him in the one bed they have. Frylock exhales. Feeling a bit comforted knowing they’re, all here and in one piece. He wraps a fry around the both of them before closing his own eyes for the night, hearing Shake’s snoring as a good sign that he’s fallen asleep. Hopefully feeling better..It’ll be alright

[lunar-years]

When I was in DC visiting college friends who are all very smart people with very well-to-do jobs they started a conversation about ChatGPT and concluded it by agreeing in earnest that they think AI is actually really useful and a great tool for things such as WRITING ONE’S WEDDING VOWS because otherwise it’s “too hard to come up with what to say.” When I tell you I nearly keeled over on the spot…

[bowtiestash]

sleeping amongst the poppies

[p1x1x]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

hey do u guys wanna try a draw-this-in-your-style thing where we all finish the same sketch

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've always felt that it'd be Killua who initiates the first hug we see between him and Gon

[akimojo]

i just saw someone call ffxiii overrated like? what?? it's literally one of the most hated games in the franchise wym "overrated" 😭