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The worst trauma comes from those who you love
#gravity falls#book of bill#ford pines#stanford pines#bill cipher#billford#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle Stan#the pines twins#tw stan#genuially was hard drawing that last panel cause it kept freaking me out#ptsd guy meme#No ford did not jork it heâs just a nerd who gets nerd magazines#based off those pop teen magazines from the 2000s#sea grunkles#yeah this joke has been beat to death but idc#comic practice#I fucked up which hand was holding the box oops#uhhh ignore that#trigonometry is a ridiculously hard word to fit onto anything#âthatâs not a right angleâ YOUR MOMS NOT A RIGHT ANGLE#it was in fact NOT right for him#get it
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Armand orchestrated Madeleineâs death because she so easily outcunted him. Absolutely no effort just laughed him in the face at his questions âyeah I can live and be mentally stable for eternity. what, like itâs hard?â she said skill issue if you canât handle killing as a vampire. Every night Armand has seven different existential crisis and Madeleine sleeps soundly without a shred of guilt WHILE ALSO looking dead drop gorgeous and being funnier than everyone around her. Armand had to take her out early. He never stood a chance
#Armand would rather throw himself into the fire than not be the hottest c word in the room#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire armand#iwtv madeleine#madeleine eparvier#iwtv spoilers#my post#100*#500*#1000*#2000*#3000*#4000*#5000*#10000*
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Happy october 3rd!âš
#mean girls#lindsay lohan#movies#nostalgia#wholesome#funny#lol#haha#humor#meme#memes#words#quotes#vintage#retro#alternative#october 3rd#2000s
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Dreaming of College Roommate!Leon
college roommate!Leon who dorms with you because the two of you happened to have selected to be okay with co-ed dorming and the university wanted to test it out
college roommate!Leon who tries his best to stick to his own, polite nods sent in your direction as you send the same back, nodding back when you give him a little wave when you get home
college roommate!Leon who catches a glance at the upper skin of your thighs when you tiptoe to reach for something, flushing red immediately as he snaps his neck to turn the other way, trying his best to stay respectful of the shared space. He'd hate to ruin it for you
college roommate!Leon who is forced to pick you up at the strike of two because you got hammered at a party â stealing you away from whatever fratboy was about to get his hands on you
college roommate!Leon who would rather die than admit that the warmth of your skin and breath was enough to have him lose his mind and flush red
college roommate!Leon who holds both of your wrists with a hand as you reach to pull him in, certain that you should be sober to do anything with him even if you were muttering about how much you needed him
college roommate!Leon who receives his thanks from you rather... kindly.
"Can't believe you're letting me... do this." Leon whispers, hand spreading over the small of your back as he pushes into you, breath caught in his throat as he sinks into you, heart racing in his ears as you exhale with him.
"Mm... least I can do to thank... you." You mumble, voice coming out muffled from the pillow you've decided to cling to. "As long as you don't tell the RA."
"Oh, of course not." He mutters, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you flutter around him. "You just feel... so... good."
"Good." You mumble, lips parted as you shift slightly to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. You wonder if he knows just how full he's making you feel, the sensation resting at the tip of your throat as you catch your breath. "Go ahead. Go ahead."
Leon starts slow, hand on your back forcing you to arch further, string of curses slipping past your lips as he eventually drunkens himself with the feeling of you around him, hips snapping to meet yours quicker and quicker, desperation reeking off of him as his fingers slide down the skin of your pelvis to brush at your clit. Theat earns him a reaction from you as you tighten around him, gasping as your body shakes from the intensity of the orgasm, Leon following shortly after.
"You think they'll separate rooms for us now?" You grin at him coyly as he forces his eyes away from your back to meet yours.
"God, I hope not." He mumbles. "Even then, they couldn't stop me if I tried."
"Wow, Leon. You're not even going to ask me out? How cruel of you."
He lifts you by the hips, turning you around as you yelp, pressing his forehead to yours as his brows furrow.
"I was getting there."
"They're going to ban co-ed dorming because of us, just watch."
"Then it can be our little secret." He mumbles, lips pressed to yours as you lean back to get comfortable. "Would you like to get breakfast?"
"At the dining hall?" You raise a brow, lip quirked up in amusement.
"Unless you'd like something better?"
You pretend to think, running your hand through his hair, giving it a gentle tug as he tilts his head to blink at you.
"Please?"
"Since you asked so nicely." You hum. "Sweet boy."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm." You pinch his cheek. "Mine?"
"Mine." He mumbles back, sighing as he rests his head in your collar.
His.
#three posts in a week????? from cressie?? it's the finals stress#no none of this historically accurate. I think coed dorming was popularized in like late 2000s or smth but first one was 1970s#âŸ.blend#âŸ.nsfw#good morning resident evil fandom#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#fun fact drunkens is not a word according to google but fuck the english language bro#sweet pre re2 leon who gets no bitches my beloved (joke he had a gf before re2)#resident evil#reader insert
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Lil' Kim â What's The Word? / Came Back For You Music Video, 2003. [x]
#lil kim#lil' kim#queen of rap#rap#rapper#hip hop#queen bee#female rapper#female rap#hiphop#whats the word#what's the word#came back for you#la bella mafia#2000s#2003#louis vuitton#music video#lil kim gif
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sriracha thief
#sukuna and yuji#twins#brothers#fanart#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen au#sriracha#restaurant#funny#comic#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#jujutsu sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna#jujutsu yuji#yuji itadori fanart#yuji fanart#yuji itadori#jjk#jujutsu kaisen art#illustration#artists on tumblr#2000s aesthetic#pink#purple#aesthetic#anime art#doodle#mini comic#this happed word for word when I asked my dad to grab sriracha while he was picking up food from our fav restaurant which he ROBBED
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"Sorry boss it's just been a really hard day to focus at work. Yeah it's just every single person in the group chat knows how we could have fixed BNHA."
#must I turn in 'deliverables' and write 'code'#when in 2000 words or fewer I can explain everything that went wrong with BNHA?#my talents are wasted here
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Pete is one of my favorite poets ever (maybe I'm just emo)
#he's my favorite poet not ironically#he was my first approachment to poetry#but yeah#pete wentz#web weaving#girlblogging#fall out boy is for lovers#fall out boy#fob#andy hurley#joe trohman#patrick stump#infinity on high#gaslight gatekeep girlblog#i love him so bad#2000s emo#emo#emo aesthetic#summer of like#warped tour#manic pixie dream girl#poetry#words words words#dcd2#decaydance
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#glitter gif#words#ventcore#vent#thoughts#glitter text gif#y2k aesthetic#y2k#2000s web#webcore#netcore#glitter graphics#glitter text
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#brand new#brand new band#brandnew#emo#midwestemo#midwestern emo#midwest emo#emo kid#emocore#2000s emo#girlblogging#aesthetic#words words words#words#lyrics#music#lyric posting#late night post#girlblogger#blogging#blog#personal blog
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Yaoi Stamps
Unable to find :(
Got Yaoi? stamp by KillMePleaseGod
Warning yaoi by VdayMassacre
Give me death by VdayMassacre
Yaoi Addict by cinema-bizarre
I Support Yaoi by courtj3st3r
I Heart Yaoi by yuna-breikoft
3d yaoi stamp by Vriedi
Unable to find :(
Unable to find :(
Unable to find :(
Rainbow Yaoi by xxgirlsthatrockxx
I Liked Yaoi by stamps-club
Unable to find :(
#this was so incredibly funny to look for stamps#yaoi doesn't even look like a word anymore#neocities graphics#neocities#stamps#web graphics#2000s web#old web graphics#web finds#2000s#2000s nostalgia#2010s#2010s nostalgia#graphics#web resources#yaoi#devaint art stamps#DA stamps
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Everyone loves to act like Duolingo is the hideous filth stuck on the bottom of your shoe and that Real Scholars Use More Intellectual And Robust Means (conveniently unnamed or just "textbooks/classes") but if you close your eyes and just drink up an entire course you WILL know a chunk of things in your target language. Like it can't be denied that you can "learn a lot of words" on there.
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ooh i donât think i can âacademic weaponâ my way out of this one yâall
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A chef!AU, maybe? In any case, a story in which Kara and Lena meet through one of them preparing/serving/etc food for the other and build their relationship based on that.
(also on ao3.)
âIâm telling you, Alex. Itâs her.â
At three pm on a Tuesday their restaurant is characteristically dead, save for the one lone customer Kara is spying on from behind the kitchen doors. The woman is perched, a little perilously, on a barstool at the counter. Itâs the one thatâs closest to their register, the one with the wobbly leg that Alex keeps telling Kara to fix. One of her red-soled heels is dangling from an impatiently bouncing left foot.
âThis is the fourth time this week sheâs come in here,â Kara says. âYou donât think thatâs just a little bit suspicious?â
Alex shrugs, fully committed to her task of mincing onions. âMaybe sheâs just a big fan of Italian food.â
âNo way,â Kara says. âNo woman who looks like that would put something in her mouth that wasnât clearly marked gluten-free and vegan. Give me your phone.â
Alex rolls her eyes dramatically as she elbows it over. âTell me again how youâre totally over Siobhan.â
âOral sex isnât a moral issue!â Kara takes a decisive breath while she unlocks her sisterâs phone with practiced ease. âWhatever. Water under the bridge.â
âUh-huh.â
âA love for pasta also doesn't explain why I heard this woman answer a call yesterday with a different name than the one thatâs on her credit card,â Kara points out, before snapping a quick picture through the porthole window.
âOkay, now youâre being creepy,â Alex says.
âShut up,â Kara tells her. âIâm texting Winn.â
Kara eyes the woman at the counter while she waits for his reply. The subject of her suspicionâLena, sheâd called herself on the phone;Â Tess Mercer, it had said on her mastercardâtwists a soft-looking lock of dark hair around her finger as she studies their menu. The way the sunlight sets it ablaze almost makes Kara take a second picture, purely for its artistic merit.
Alex dabs at her onion-induced tears with the cuff of her sleeve. âLet it go, Kara,â she sighs.
âLet it go? Let itââ Kara whirls back to face her, throwing her hands up in frustration. âDo you want The Tower to end up like Winn and Jamesâ steakhouse? Or are you fine with getting swindled by thisâthisâŠÂ villain?â
âOf course not.â Alex looks at her like sheâs stupid. âBut even if this woman is your so-called âfood influencerâ, what do you suggest we do about it? Itâs not as if we can bully her into giving us a fair review.â
Kara squares her jaw and sets her fists firmly on her hips. âNo,â she declares, her tone grim. âBut we can teach her a little about journalistic integrity.â She blows at a lock of hair thatâs fallen in her face. âAnd also, possibly, credit card fraud.â
Alex narrows her eyes at her. âKara,â she warns, putting down her knife. Her voice is low and cautious, as if sheâs talking to the rowdy raccoon that moved into their dumpster three weeks ago instead of to her baby sister. âLetâs just take a breath and think about this for a mââ
Kara is already gone, the doors to the kitchen swinging closed behind her. Sliding into the cluttered space behind the counter, she crosses her arms and then drops her elbows on the bar, leaning what she belatedly realizes is probably a little too close to her adversary. Sheâs close enough to make out the individual downy hairs on her chin and the lines in her painted lips, which are still pursed thoughtfully in what Kara is sure would look like an attractive pout to someone who didnât know any better.
But Kara knows so much better.
âLet me guess,â she remembers to get out, much less biting than originally intended. âToday youâll be having the fifth entrĂ©e down the list.â
As soon as their eyes meet over the miniscule amount of space left between them, Kara knows leaning in was a fatal mistake. Her nemesis blinks up at her with wide, startled eyes that remind Kara of the glass pebbles she finds on the beach on her morning walks, not-quite-blue and not-quite-green, and for a moment Karaâs brain sputters out as if someone abruptly turned off the flames that kept it cooking.
But the woman recovers fast, like the scheming scoundrel that she is. She guiltily shutters her eyes behind thick, charcoal lashes, and Karaâs temper revives at the observation that her enemy isnât as good of an actress as she thinks she is.
âIâve actually been thinking of breaking my own rule,â she says, with a smile that lands somewhere between self-deprecating and apologetic. âI may give in and order the same thing you served me yesterday.â Kara goes hot all over with righteous indignation at the rich timbre of the womanâs voice, the almost flirtatious lilt it takes on when she adds, âI havenât been able to stop dreaming about it.â
Kara pulls back a little in an effort to escape that curious gaze, the enticing scent of the womanâs perfume. Itâs sweet enough to drown out even Alexâs mountain of onions. âI know what youâre doing,â she blusters.
Theâfrankly unfairly beautifulâsoulless grifter stares at her, stricken. âIâmâIâm sorry?â
âYou should be,â Kara says. âI know who you are.â And then, as if sheâs putting down the last card in a game of Uno, âLena.â
The woman goes very still for a moment, and then the corners of her lips tug down in a bitter semblance of a smile. âI see,â she says. Sheâs rigid, regal; sheâs royalty perched on a wobbly wooden stool. âAnd am I to assume thatâs enough for you to turn down my patronage?â
Karaâs resolve wobbles, too. She hadnât expected her adversaryâLena, she now knowsâto roll over so easily. âWell, yeah, obviously,â she flusters, her energy suddenly too large and lumbering in the face of Lenaâs deference. âWinn and James are family.â
âFamily.â Thereâs a flicker of wistfulness in Lenaâs voice, before confusion colors her features. âSo the cold shoulder,â she says. âItâs personal?â
Kara scoffs. The fraudster doesnât even remember the names of her latest victims. Typical. âIt was their steakhouse that you razed to the ground last month,â Kara reminds her.
Lena blinks at her. âThe establishment just up the road?â She raises a critical eyebrow. âIâm pretty sure they set themselves up for failure when they decided to name their restaurant Misteak.â
Kara huffs. Her air quotes are appropriately vicious when she says, âThey were doing just fine before your slanderous âreviewâ went viral.â
Lena does a remarkably convincing impression of someone who is genuinely flabbergasted. âI donât even know what that means.â
âLiar.â
Lenaâs shocked laughter is bright but brief. Itâs the first time Kara has heard her laugh. Itâs maddeningly attractive and deeply annoying.
âOkay,â Lena says. She folds her arms in front of her chest and leans back a little in her seat, unaware of its delicate disposition. A smirk tugs at one corner of her mouth. âTell me,â she says, her eyes narrowing. âWho do you think I am, exactly?â
Kara leans in close again, refusing to allow Lena to get the upper hand. Sheâd like to wipe that smirk from Lenaâs faceâmanually, if need beâpreferably, even, if it means sheâd get to smudge that infuriatingly immaculate lipstick with her thumbâ
âYou,â Kara charges, in an effort to drown out that unhelpful thought, âare a fraud. You call yourself a âmystery food criticâ on TikTok, but really youâre blackmailing businesses into buying a favorable review.â
âHey, um.â Alex has followed her out of the kitchen, holding her phone. âSo. Winn texted back, and he saysââ
But Lena laughs again, her guarded posture melting down to unmistakable relief. âIâm so sorry,â she says, her voice a high warble. âThat sounds awful. And also extremely illegal. Have you reported this person to the authorities? I can get you in touch with an excellent lawyer, if youâd like.â
Kara doesnât know if she feels more outraged or confused.
âŠOr possibly some secret third thing.
âSo youâre telling meââ Kara barks out a disbelieving laugh. âYouâre saying youâre not her.â
âThis, ehmâ Tic Tac person?â When Lenaâs dark lashes flutter, something in Karaâs chest flutters too. âNo.â
Impossible. âThen why have you been in here every day this week?â Kara interrogates, the full force of evidence sheâs collected behind it. âWhen neither one of us has seen you here even once, since we opened?â
Alex rolls her eyes. âI told you I wasnât sure whether Iâd seen her here before,â she points out. âAlso, Winn saysââ
âOh please,â Kara scoffs, her eyes fixed on Lena, who has propped her elbows on the counter again, closer now than sheâd been the last time their eyes met. âAs if you could forget a woman as beautiful asââ Karaâs gaze drops to Lenaâs mouth, unbidden, when Lena parts those rude, ruby lips. â...You.â
Alex stares.
Kara swallows.
Lena blinks; two times fast, and then again, after a beat, slow and sticky, her eyes darkening.
âSo you may as well come out with it,â Kara croaks out what little remains of her anger. âThereâs something you want more than our fettuccine.â
Lenaâs cheeks have turned a treacherously charming shade of pink. âI suppose youâre right about that one, at least,â she admits after a beat.
In Karaâs peripheral vision, Alex frantically slides her hand across her throat. Kara frowns at her, telegraphing a wordless what is your problem but finding no satisfactory answer in the crimson shade her sisterâs face has taken on.
âYeah, well,â she says, almost disappointed, fumbling to fill the space left by Lenaâs confession. âIâm telling you right now that itâs never going to happen.â
Alex clears her throat with startling force. âWinn wants to know,â she says, reading from her phone, âWhoâs the hot chick?â
When Kara returns her gaze to the woman on the other side of the counter, she gulps. Lena is somehow even closer than she was before. Sheâs also fully propping herself up now on the laminate surface between them, granting Kara a glimpse of freckled cleavage that in no possible universe could be interpreted as unintentional.
âSo,â Lena drawls. âWhat youâre saying is youâre not going to give me your number?â
Karaâs throat is suddenly very dry.
âHuh?â she manages, but only just barely.
âI was hoping,â Lena says slowly, that maddening smirk once again tugging up the corner of her mouth, âthat youâd maybe like toââ
Lena shifts in her seat, crossing her legs in what is bound to become a devastatingly seductive pose, but the barstool decides in exactly that moment that's itâs finally had enough. Lena yelps as it gives out beneath her with a dramatic snap, one of its rickety limps flying across the floor as if celebrating its first taste of freedom, and Karaâs never considered herself to be very quick, but here she is anyway, on the other side of the counter in what feels like less than a second, one hand gripping Lenaâs forearm, the other slipping smoothly around her waist.
ââfuck,â Lena gasps up at her. She feels good, in Karaâs hands, slight but pleasantly heavy, like the santoku knife Alex has forbidden Kara from touching ever again. âWell,â Lena says. âThatâs. Perhaps not the way I would have phrased it, especially in front of your friendââ
They both glance over at Alex, but sheâs disappeared, the swaying of the kitchen doors the only indication she was ever there.
âO-kay,â Kara says.
Lena grins. âOkay?â
Kara mentally rewinds the conversation and feels her ears burn at the realization of what she just agreed to. âI mean,â she amends. âWe could, maybe, grab something to eat first?â
Something devious sparks in Lenaâs terrifyingly gorgeous face. She glances down at Karaâs arms before blinking back up at her again and smirking. âI thought you already had.â
And, goodness gracious.
Kara is about to be in so much trouble.
#this prompt is exactly one hundred years old today but HEY LOOK a CLEAN 2000 WORDS#just. clearing the pipes#or whatever it is they say#supercorp fan fiction#supergirl fan fiction#ask meme#thanks for the prompt wilfriede!#i hope it's close enough!#lena luthor#kara danvers#fic by ekingston
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Reblog if you're a real gay porn metal loverđđ
#deimos post#gay loser post#mcr#my chemical romance#Fob#fall out boy#panic! at the disco#p!atd#emo#2000's emo#pop punk#ptv#pierce the veil#paramore#fir#falling in reverse#atl#all time low#mayday parade#sws#sleeping with sirens#etf#escape the fate#asking alexandria#woe is me#the word alive#you me at six#we came as romans#forever the sickest kids#a day to remember
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