#this is where i belong

[bbydollx36x]

We’re having a sleepover at work, and I have my bed set up in the dog cage💕

[justjudethoughts]

Okay, but a 7 part Lockwood fanfic in which each chapter/part is based on one of the Narnia books and follows what was happening in Lockwood's life when he reads them? Anyone? Too niche???

[ghosthuez]

My lovely home.

(My head blows up sometimes too, but it comes back.)

[amc-minx]

I need this on my page for reasons. 😏

[secret-unburnt-guitars]

CONCERT REPORT!!!!!

OOOOOOH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS. IT WAS AMAZINGGGGGG

IM GONNA TELL YOU ALL I CAN REMEMBER

so before i went in, i was dressed like this:

bonus points if you can guess what i’m dressed as (it’s a no brainer)

so i saw this guy and he looked familiar to me (and also he had an all access lanyard) so i went up to him, we started talking and TURNS OUT HE WAS ONE OF STYX’S MEDIA MANAGERS????? AND WE KNOW EACH OTHER NOWWW

he said that he saw me in the merch line and that he loved my outfit and i was like EHEHEHEGEEEE

so i got in, and everyone loved my outfit ESPECIALLY this one lady who fangirled over me and told me how much she loved JY and how she was as into dr. righteous as i was when she was my age!!!! we were like besties for the night!!!!

AND CHUCK WAS THERE!!!!

THATS THE FIRST TIME IVE EVER SEEN HIM

oh they also did this which i thought was COOOOL

it reminds me of the blue öyster cult poster on my wall!!

and also on top of that, they played QUEEN OF SPADES!!!!!!! that’s one of my favorite songs off of pieces of eight

HE SAID THE FUCKING LINE!!!!!!!!

OH YEAH THEY BROUGHT OUT THIS HUGE FUCKING PIANO FOR COME SAIL AWAY

lawrence said that this was liberace’s piano and OHHHH my god he looked so handsome with the coat on i almost fainted hdhhdbrheh

everyone’s been talking about how they did this and i CANT BELIEVE I SAW IT LIVE!!!! I WAS THERE!!!!!

everyone stood up and sung and it was amazing

AND THEN THEY PLAYED MR ROBOTO

I WAS ABLE TO GO TO THE FRONT I SAW IT ALL HAPPEN SO CLOSE AND I FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA EXPLODE

and then after they played renegade they did the bow and left and i managed to convince a guard to give me a pick!!!!

NEXT STOP:::::: TEMECULA NEXT MONTH!!!!!!!

[onlymood]

[eterniravioli]

lestappen podium and now i’m off to go read all of the girl charles fics this is what it means to be happy

[vryivs]

man I missed being in a seaside town the storms here are top tier

[the-earth-priestess]

alien stage music project genuinely rewired something in my brain. it's art that feels so real and beautiful and radiant and i'm obsessed and inspired to create something of my own, finally. i've been writing with a friend's encouragement too (which also really helps) and i'm so excited to nurture this little sprout into a whole forest.

[little-hermit-crab56]

Tumblr is so Me coded. Like every now and then I'll open Tumblr and see a post that is so Me, I truly feel at home here.

[t3d-the-not-a-robot]

Taking out the Garbage with T.3.D.

“Following WWII, Winnipeg inventor Harry Wasylyk was experimenting with a new waterproof, stretchy material called polyethylene. Wasylyk made the first plastic trash bag in his kitchen (…) He created this bag through a process called extrusion, which involved transforming tiny resin pellets into plastic bags. The pellets were heated and then pressurized to make them more pliable. Then this resin was blown into bags, which would be sealed at one end.” - AAApolymer.com

Citation: - art 1: There’s Nothing Trashy about the History of Trash Bags

[yappymcyapface]

*lying face down on the floor* you know? I could get used to this.

[brunetterightsactivist]

I take back what I said earlier I’ve made it to ghost adventures TikTok FINALLY

[montanabohemian]

if i see a single one of you pissed that your faves canceled an event or a con appearance because they're striking for fair wages then imma come for you in your sleep 🔪🔪🔪

(direct that fury where it belongs: AMPTP and the execs)

[sanatomis]

cw. female!reader, satoru who goes absolutely crazy each time you put it back in after it slips out.

the first time it happens is on accident. 

he’s too caught up in the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each deep thrust, too mesmerised in the feel of your soft skin between his fingertips as he gives one of your cheeks a firm squeeze. satoru’s lust-riddled brain simply didn’t take note of the way his hips started to move a little too fast, a little too quick. 

all he’s able to focus on as he takes you from behind is you, you, you—and certainly not the way his heavy cock suddenly slips out of your slippery cunt. a few drops of pre-cum dribble down the base as he involuntarily pulls out, some of it staining the back of your thighs. there’s not a lot of time to process the fact, as he’s back inside your dripping pussy almost instantly. 

your greedy hands reach for him immediately, securely wrapping around his base and slamming your hips back against his once he’s lined up again. there’s not even a chance for him to miss the warmth of your sweet pussy.

you wouldn’t even let him. 

satoru is pretty sure he’s going to cum on the spot at the realisation, and has to really, really fight himself not to finish prematurely. a deep groan rumbles from his chest, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, as he thinks about how quick, how disguistingly eager you were as you scrambled to put him back inside. 

as if that slutty hole of yours can’t even go a second without being filled by him. 

a string of curse words tumble past his lips, and he fucks you a little harder than usual that night. 

since then, satoru’s been subtly letting himself slip out of your cunt each time the two of you have sex. the physical aspect of it isn’t hard; you’re always so incredibly wet, he’s out in a second. mentally, he’s at war with himself—though, seeing you whine and whimper as you hastily reach for his cock again makes those few agonising seconds without your warmth all worth it. 

something about the gesture makes you look desperate, impatient, and it’s all for him. and fuck, did it turn him on. 

there’s one time where he briefly suspects you’re onto him and his antics, as you insist on riding him. on being in control. it’s not something you do often, though usually he fucking loves it when you do (he still does, admittedly)—but with you on top and holding the reigns, it removes his opportunity to see you scramble to put his fat cock back inside. 

but, he’s nothing if not an optimist, so, of course, he’ll make the best of the situation. 

with the way they bounce so prettily in front of him as you rock your hips back and forth, he’s almost incapable of not sucking on them. and so, he decides to stifle his previous complaints by taking a mouthful of your tits. there’s always next time, and as he sucks on your breasts and feels you move up-and-down, he completely forgets about his former plans. 

riding him was simply one of your whims, it turns out, and the next time the two of you have sex he’s back in his usual spot. and the time after that, and after that, and after that—and as long as he’s there, he’ll keep making you desperetaly stuff his cock back inside. 

satoru’s breathing heavily now, the mere thought of it (combined with your walls griping around him like a vice) almost enough to make him dizzy. with your legs over his shoulders and thighs pressed up against your chest, cheeks stained with dried tears and soft, high-pitched moans and hiccups leaving your lips—he can’t help but feel the familiar itch to ruin your fun.

even if it’s just for a little bit.

he does so at once. the mixed release of both you and him from previous rounds leak out of you as he does so, and your pussy twitches around absolutely nothing. 

immediately, you frown. it’s small, cute, almost, and then your hands search for his cock again. though, this time, the position he (very purposefully) put you in makes it difficult—satoru fights off a grin as you scrunch your nose in dissatisfaction. 

“. . .’toru,” you mumble, and attempt to grab him again. your voice is hoarse, broken from the sweet noises you’ve made for him so far. “wh—what’re you doing?”

“hm?” he hums. 

a little smile settles on his lips as he prods your entrance with his tip, smearing the cum—most of it his—along your puffy folds. he toys with your pussy, the squelching sounds as he moves his cock near your cunt (but never quite in it) feeling like absolute music to his ears.

he hears you sniff. “. . .’toru,” you mumble, voice a soft whine. you try moving closer to him, to push yourself down on him, but he simply pushes your thighs harder against your chest. “please, j—just. . .”

satoru fakes a dramatic sigh. “you’re so spoiled,” he comments, and relishes in the way your eyes roll back as he slides back in all at once. “so, incredibly spoiled.” he tuts, starting his thrusts again. he brings his face closer to yours, as if it’d make him hear all your pitiful sounds better. “can’t even go a second without my cock, can you? ‘t slips out for a second, and my pretty girl’s already whining.” 

he doesn’t get a proper response out of you, but that’s okay. he doesn’t need to. there’s no sweeter sound than your fucked-out babbles, anyway.

and they often sound even sweeter after he temporarily deprives you of his cock. 

satoru smirks as he looks down at you.

no, he’s definitely not stopping this any time soon.