#ugh as if!

[fanonsupremecy]

why did you plagiarize someone else’s pro eddie post 💀

ok so imma make this real simple for you:

● ALL my posts are far from an anti eddie post. I love eddie. as a fellow cunty hispanic he is so dear to me. I think the word you're looking for is pro buddie.

● I have no clue what you're talking about and even if I did this wouldn't be plagiarism if I took an idea and made it my own (assuming that my bucktommy post isnt word for word of this supposed buddie post). Maybe learn the actual definition of plagiarism.

● if you wanna send an ask like this at least have the balls to show your face (as to say: don't do it anonymously) or do you only have the courage when you're anonymous? But really how much more anonymous can you get than a tumblr blog? But whatever go off. Also anonymous is now turned off 😊💕 because if you don't have the courage to send an ask like this without being anonymous (i.e. more anonymous than a fucking tumblr blog 🙄) then you just don't need to send it.

● First I get accused of being a new acc of a racist homophobic (most likely transphobic) white lady in her 40s when I'm hispanic bi nonbinary and 24 and now I'm accused of plagiarism over a silly little post about buck being horny on main for tommy... so fucking done 🙄 if you can't engage in fandom maturly then get off my fucking page istg be ffr.

● so are fanfic writers all plagerists now for taking an idea and making it their own? be for fucking real bro.

● literally don't get how a post about Tommy can sound anything like a post about Eddie when they are literally nothing alike (no matter how many people try to say he's an Eddie knockoff, which like ew).

[kurtsascot]

hi!!! thanks @special-bc-ur-part-of-it for the tag- im just getting around to this ;;

i keep going back and forth about whether or not to post about this wip because its entirely self indulgent, but, like, why not?

so….im writing a klaine!clueless au :,) klueless, if you will

except, well, not really, because kurt is nothing like cher, and certain plot points in the movie dont resonate with me. so, i’ve taken some liberties, and its more loosely inspired by the movie than a beat-for-beat rehashing, but….i’m having fun !!

working title is ‘ugh, as if!’

“Don’t you look happy.”

Kurt turns to face the source of the voice and groans.

Blaine. Blaine’s there because the universe is apparently testing Kurt today. To make matters impressively worse, Blaine’s leaning his back on the kitchen counter, biting into Kurt’s last apple. “I was going to eat that,” Kurt says as he opens the fridge and tries to find something else to eat. His dad or Finn needs to go to the store today; options are few and far between, and what’s available looks bleak.

Blaine comes over, hovering on the other side of the fridge door. “That’s quite the outfit.”

Kurt’s eyes flick down to what he’s wearing- a canary plaid cropped suit jacket and matching pants, a yellow vest, and a white button up with an appropriately yellow neckerchief to tie it all together- “It’s designer,” Kurt says with an eye roll. “Dolce and Gabbana.”

Blaine lets out a hum and takes another bite, apple juice offensively dripping to his chin. “Sounds fancy,” Blaine says with his mouth full, all unbothered and irritating.

Kurt, grossed out, turns his nose up. “Being able to appreciate my outfits is unfortunately above your-“ Kurt has his eyes pointedly rake over Blaine, from his worn converse to distressed jeans and up to frumpy flannel and graphic tee, layered under an Ohio State zip-up hoodie, “-intelligence.”

Blaine’s smiling, loving Kurt’s dissatisfaction a bit too much. “Hey-I’m the one in college here,” he quips. Another bite, and, around another mouthful, tapping his temple, “I think that shows that I have something going for me up here.”

“Weird. Your college looks a lot like my kitchen.” Kurt pulls a yogurt out of the fridge and closes the door. He turns to fish around for a spoon in the neighboring drawer, and tersely asks, “Don’t you have class anyway? Why are you here?”

does this interest anyone else ??? or is imagining blaine as paul rudd just a niche fantasy….. LOL

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Just Miss Sparkle, letting her inner Cher loose.

[cafffine]

be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.

[sailermoon]

i stay up late to be happy for a few more hours

[willgrahamscock]

of all the phrases we used to say in the 2010s era we need to bring back ‘what the hap is fuckening’ because honestly… what the hap is fuckening lately brother

[shiverandqueeef]

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

[kensatou]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[archibaldtuttle]

[pyrrhiccomedy]

Trump would be such a good drag queen like just such an unbelievably incredible and talented drag queen it's such a bummer that he's decided to be a fascist and a threat to democracy because that cunt would devour at the House of Yes

such a loss

[icepip]

ughh imagine having a heavy make out session with yuta and sitting on his lap and he just can't seem to get enough of you, constantly squeezing and gripping at your hips, pulling you closer and closer because he's so desperate for you. moaning and licking into your mouth, only pulling away a hair's breadth to fill his lungs with air.

there's this need that flows through both your veins and you just want each other. it's dumb and irresponsible — but fuck, you really don't want to leave yuta's lap.

you're pawing at his bulge beneath you, shaky hands trying to get it out, and he doesn't stop you. raising his hips to help you, yuta gasps when your hands wraps around his shaft. his head falls back and for the first time, you can breathe.

he's hot and heavy in your hand, velvety smooth and already beginning to leak, and you want so bad.

"please, yuta," you mumble against his jaw, rubbing your covered cunt against his cock. "i need you."

"c-condom." it's choked out, like it pains him to say. like you could've forgotten about it.

"just the tip. you can, you can just pull out."

yuta whines, a sound high in his throat, his dick jumping in your hand. he shouldn't. he couldn't possibly stop himself from losing control. you know this more than anyone else, but you want.

you push your shorts and panties to the side, pressing his tip to your mound. it's dangerous and far too tempting for both of you and it's no surprise when his cockhead pushes into your pussy.

[jennrypan]

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[southpauz]

I drew a pretty lady

[cookiesnpaste]

Oh Marcille... Save me Marcille.... Lord of the dungeon.....

[nerdy-hyperfixations]

“The center of my life, the sun in my galaxy.”