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dukeofthomas · 3 months ago
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I can't find it now but there's a post about suspension of disbelief and how it's broken when the story starts trying to excuse it. "character gets knocked unconscious for hours but there's no further issues from this" okay 👍 "and actually this makes perfect sense because of this and that" um no it doesn't why are you lying to me. like i am willing to ignore the holes and the discrepancies!! all you need to do is let me and not bring unnecessary attention to it!!!
and all that is my issue with the whole robin child soldier argument. like i am willing to ignore it i am willing to engage with the fantasy literally all you need to do is NOT try to convince me that Actually It's Fine Because They Want To Do It or whatever. like literally just shut up about it and i can engage with the fantasy!!
#my dc posting#dc#robin#batman#like. if you want to tell a story and not worry abt the child endangerement thing just DONT BRING IT UP ???#all you're doing when you bring it up is telling me this is something i'm allowed to think abt when it comes to the story#and then you tell me Um Actually It's Fine ?? no! what the fuck are you talking about!!#i am tryinggggg to just have fun n read fics your lil “isnt that child endangerement and kinda fucked up?” “no actually they wouldve done i#anyways bla bla bla batman couldnt have stopped them bla bla bla''#is COUNTERPRODUCTIVEEE#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#<- tagging the robins sorry#sorry this just. this topic annoys me so much#...also ''batman couldnt have stopped them/they wouldve done it with or without him'' are literally#just factually incorrect in jason's case. he did not in fact start on his own and the only thing batman wouldve#needed to do to stop him is literally just NOT make him robin BUT- at this point im just beating a dead horse on that topic#w how many times i bring it up lmao#like. in real life you cant just knock a person unconscious for hours with no consequences on them.#but i dont care when it happens in fiction despite being not realistic!! bc its fiction!!!#unless of course the characters out of nowhere do a lil sidequest PSA abt how actually doing that is fine#and completely safe with no risks#yknow??#like if that happened id be annoyed and like no its fucking not fine why are you trying to convince me. just move on and dont bring it up#and I wont bring it up#anyway. yeah these are just some thoughts im having rn sorry its not more coherent and put-together i cant be assed rn lmao
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voidzphere · 2 months ago
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hey so i find it rlly insane that youre telling me to "let go" when im literally a victim of your abuse and sexual harassment ?
not only would you constantly misgender me after being the first person i ever came out to as transgender, you also stalked me as soon as i started posting on tumblr again, and even had the nerve to reblog my posts. etc.
you cant tell a literal VICTIM to "let go" and "move on". i dont care if youve "changed" that much in two yearz, and im glad youre aware that your actions were awful, but that doesnt change what you did.
i havent said shit while you claim that i have. i have only told my moots and the people i care about for their and my own safety, because to me, you are a threat. while you, on the other hand, are draggin this out into public lettin the audience you have witness this with zero context so they can defend you going only by your word. and you say i didnt allow you to "give your side". okay ! you dont deserve a platform, you dont deserve mootz or followers, and you dont deserve being online in the first place.
screenshots for proof
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masquenoire · 2 years ago
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Apologies for being so slow with responses as of late, my motivation hasn’t been the greatest with February blues and generally feeling a bit run down. Unfortunately my activity will be *very* spotty this upcoming week as I’ve been asked to cover for double overtime as it’s half term so we’ll be very short-staffed. Hope to respond more frequently soon!
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shitpostblogwahoo · 2 years ago
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i think those roblox school roleplay games are so funny. its just british kids roleplaying as random teachers and being like "emma you are in ISOLATION because you have the WRONG CHARACTER PACKAGE and SWORE at mr headshoulderkneestoes. what do you have to say." and then emma will just reset their character or something so everyone has to manhunt them. in a british school roleplay game. on roblox.
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cinemaocd · 1 year ago
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Hoarding can be a trauma response because one of the things that trauma can do to a person is make decision making difficult. Throwing things away the "right way" (has to be recycled, or upcycled or sold) confuses the issue of what should be a simple binary "should I keep this or get rid of it" decision and the objects becomes more important than your right to exist in a clean, organized space.
I have struggled with hoarding my whole life because I grew up in a hoarder house. Kondo's TV show gave hoarders like me, obsessed with the correct way to get rid of an object, an out because you have a whole ritual to go through, to thank the object for its service.
When I go through difficult times, I hoard more. I try to keep it confined to one closet, or failing that, one room of the house. Even going in there is traumatic and triggering to me, but I schedule little bouts of "hoard busting" (25 minutes or less) to tackle a single pile or whatever. I make distinct piles, "filing" (for important documents, etc.) "recycle" "goodwill" or "garbage." That covers the easy stuff. The harder stuff is where I get hung up a lot. I ask myself if it sparks joy? A lot of time it does, but it doesn't fit me anymore, or it needs repair or I simply don't have room for one more of these things in my life. Taking the time to sit with the object, say goodbye and thank it for its service sounds incredibly silly but if you're like me, you feel guilty getting rid of things that might be useful, might have sentimental value or have just been there a long time.
Following Kondo's method of organizing drawers has been a godsend for me because I have no idea how to organize things. Drawers in my house growing up were filled with random junk for the most part. You might find a screwdriver or an old piece of jewelry when you are looking for napkins. Her method allows me to fit a lot more stuff into each drawer and to see what I have. This makes me not have to get rid of so much stuff. But at a certain point, something has to give and I have to purge some things. But doing this a couple times a year is very doable compared to agonizing over it every time I do the laundry.
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astrophileous · 1 year ago
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hi !!! can i request literally anything with spencer based on "in a world of boys he's a gentleman"? everytime i hear it on tiktok i just think of him and i physically cannot😭😭 thanks a lot <3
ANON YOUR ✨️MIND✨️!!! I go crazy over any edit of spencer with slut! audio omfg and you're absolutely right, the lyrics scream HIM SO MUCH 😭🫶 Thanks for the request lovely ❤️ btw some parts of this are kinda similar to details of my other blurbs but you know what? idc 🥰 I hope you still enjoy it tho &lt;3
Warning(s): fem!reader, minor injury (scrapped knee), reader being stood up, profanities
This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.
Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
You turned around at the familiar voice. "Spencer? What are you doing here?"
"I'm on the job. Were you inside the club?"
You glanced at the entrance of the establishment behind you. "Yeah, I was. Can you tell me what's going on? Why was everyone evacuated? Is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine, angel. Don't worry. We've got things under control." Spencer looked around at the mass of people in your immediate surroundings. "I thought you said you had a date today?"
You shuffled your weight from foot to foot, ducking your head so Spencer couldn't read the embarrassment on your face. "I do. My date, he's—well, he said he saw some of his friends earlier and went to say hi, but then we got evacuated, so..."
Spencer frowned. "He hasn't contacted you yet?"
"No." You looked at your phone again for good measure, hoping that somehow your date had dropped in a text or a missed call in the two minutes since the last time you checked the device, but alas. "Maybe he doesn't have service? The signal on my phone has been terrible as well."
You and Spencer both knew that it was a pathetic excuse, but you were thankful that he chose to brush past it completely.
"Are you cold?" Spencer asked when he saw you shudder. He instantly took off the FBI bomber he was wearing and draped it on your shoulders. "Here. You know you get cold easily. Why didn't you bring a coat?"
Truthfully speaking, you didn't think you would need a coat when you left your place earlier that night. After all, your date was going to drive you from your apartment to the club and back. How were you supposed to know that he was going to stand you up halfway through your date, leaving you alone and freezing in the middle of a sidewalk?
Perhaps the fact that he decided to bring you to a club out of all places for a first date should have been your first red flag all along.
"Better now?" Spencer asked.
"Yes. Thank you, Spencer."
Someone bumped against you from behind, and before you could dive head first onto the curb, Spencer caught your fall mid-air. He led you away from the mob of people littering the club entrance with protective arms enveloping your shoulders.
"What happened to your leg?" Spencer asked when he saw the slight limp in your walk.
"Oh, that? I, um, kinda grazed it against the pavement when I fell."
"You fell?!"
"Well—" you winced when a particular step sent a jolt to your limb, "—believe it or not, people can get real physical when they panic, and a sudden PSA to evacuate the premises is apparently the surest way to do it."
"Let me see." Before you could stop him, Spencer was already kneeling in front of you in the middle of the road. He flipped the sheer material of your skirt so he could inspect the damage. "Shit, angel. You're bleeding. Why didn't you say anything?"
Carefully, Spencer ushered you towards the nearest ambulance, sitting you down at the back before requesting a first aid kit from the paramedic.
"Need help with that?" the paramedic asked.
"No, thank you. I've got her."
The way Spencer said the phrase made your entire insides heat up all at once. It didn't help that for the following minutes, you had to endure all the gentle ministrations Spencer was doing to treat your scraped knee. You were both glad and mournful when Spencer finished dressing the wound, your skin tingling with the aftermath of his delicate touches.
Spencer took a seat right next to you. "Still no word from your date?"
"No." You sighed. "I don't even wanna think about him right now. Should've trusted my instinct and not go on this stupid date in the first place."
"Why did you go anyway?"
"I didn't feel right canceling just like that. Deirdre went through great trouble setting it up for me."
Deirdre, bless her heart, was your best friend and closest confidant. She was also the person who arranged this blind date for you because she was, quote-unquote, tired of seeing you pining over a certain FBI agent with an IQ of 187.
"For a certified genius, he's sure as hell real dumb if he hasn't figured out how you feel about him by now," Deirdre had said once upon a time.
So, like the good friend that she was, Deirdre set this blind date in hopes that you would finally stop moping around and start moving on instead.
"Your date is a friend of Deirdre's?" Spencer questioned.
"No, no, no. I think he's a coworker of her sister's husband or something? Anyway, thought I'd at least show up and have fun, y'know? I didn't expect that I would be the one getting stood up."
Spencer clenched his jaw. "Well, you can tell Deirdre that her sister's husband's coworker is a brainless dickhead."
"Spencer!" You wanted to reprimand him, but the giggles that broke through betrayed your intention completely. "You don't know that. You've never even met the guy."
"Don't need to. He's got to be the biggest idiot in the world to have the audacity to stand you up when he should be thanking you for even giving him the time of day in the first place."
Your stomach churned into knots. "You appraise me way too highly, Spencer."
"I appraise you exactly as you deserve." Spencer's shoulder bumped against yours. Even under the layers of clothes you were wearing, your skin still managed to burn. "I wish you could see that."
His words washed over you like a high tide. Spencer was the only one who held such power in the world; the power to render you compliant just by the utterance of several words.
It should have been terrifying.
"Do you want to go home?" Spencer offered as he rose to his feet. "C'mon. I'll drive you."
"What? But your case—"
"They'll be fine without me."
You followed him to one of the parked SUVs several paces ahead. Spencer meandered for a minute towards a group of people whom you could only assume was his team. You offered a small wave and an awkward smile when their gazes slithered your way.
"I feel bad for taking you away like this," you admitted once Spencer returned. He had tendrils of curly hair falling down his forehead, and it took every willpower you had not to reach out and stroke them away.
"It's fine. They understand. We all cover each other all the time when one of us has more urgent things to do."
You were 100% certain that taking you home should not have been categorized as "more urgent things to do". After all, Spencer was a federal agent working a federal case, and you could've easily taken the metro or a taxi back to your place. If it had been any other person with you at that moment—if it had been any other guy—you doubted they would have gone through all those troubles for you.
But Spencer was different.
In a world of boys, Spencer Reid was a gentleman.
He opened the car door for you before getting himself into the driver's seat. The drive back to your apartment lasted a little over twenty minutes. You stared at the building outside your window before turning to face Spencer.
"I'm sorry again for hindering you from your job."
"Are you seriously just gonna keep apologizing to me?"
You grinned. "Maybe. Unless, well, you'd let me treat you to lunch sometimes. Or dinner. Whatever works for you."
Spencer chuckled. "Deal. Just text me when and where, okay?"
You bid your goodbye and exited the SUV. Just before you could close the door, though, Spencer suddenly called out your name.
You bent down and peered inside the car. "Yes?"
Spencer assessed you in silence before looking away. "Nothing. Just... don't forget to brush your teeth."
"Brush my teeth? Who are you? My mom?"
Spencer waved you off when you started to laugh.
"Goodnight, Spencer," you said one last time, slamming the car door and heading towards the entrance of your building.
Spencer's heart stirred as he watched you walk away. "Goodnight, angel."
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thehighladywrites · 8 months ago
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ACOTAR MEN X READER, “HE’S THE BEST BROTHER EVER”
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ᡣ𐭩 summary: you prank them based on this | prank link
ᡣ𐭩 warnings: nsfw in cassian’s, crack
ᡣ𐭩 amara’s note: help this was so fun to make thank you for the req anon | based on this request
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⊹ RHYSAND
"Rhys, come here! I'm making a cute video of us."
He practically runs to you, ensuring his clothes are smoothed out and his hair is laid to perfection.
You step back when you press the record button and then get closer to him, putting your hand on his abs.
"You see this man?" you say with an extra dose of possessiveness in your voice. "Yeah, if you wanna get to him, you have to go through me first."
Rhys looks down at you with a smirk, nodding proudly at the fact that you're claiming him for everyone to see.
Your hands travel from his abs to his neck as you bring him down for a long, sweet kiss.
He grabs your hips, pulling you closer for a heated makeout session, but you pull back before he can take it further
“He’s the best big brother ever in this world.”
Rhys immediately lets go of you, taking a step back with a horrified look before he desperately looks into the camera, then back to you, who can't keep from laughing.
"Out of all your practical jokes, this has got to be the worst one ever," Rhys protests, shaking his head. "No, I'm not her brother. We're mated, and what we do is very far away from sibling stuff."
He says the last bit to the camera with a broad smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
⊹ AZRIEL
"What should I say, sweetheart?" Azriel asks
"Nothing, Az. Just stand there and let me do the work," you reply affectionately.
"I've heard that one before," he says with a cocky grin.
You roll your eyes, suppressing a smile, as you press the record button.
He immediately draws closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You smile up at him, mischief hidden behind your eyes.
“This man is mine, and if you want to get to him, you gotta go through me first, right?”
Azriel is filled with cringe and makes this face😲
“Oh! Um, yeah. That’s right.” he says, voice too high
Listen, he loves you but he is wondering how the fuck you’re not criniging out rn too. Like are you serious?
You squish his cheeks together and plant a dramatic, loud kiss on his lips.
“He is the best big brother ever.”
Azriel smiles, leaning in to kiss you again while casting a glance at the camera.
“No, she’s the best little sister ever.”
Your jaw drops at the sudden twist; he has stolen your prank.
“Damn it Az, you can’t let me have one thing?”
He shrugs, “Says the one with the incest prank.”
⊹ CASSIAN
“Cassie, just stand there, i’m going to record us. You don’t have to do anything, okay?”
“Alright, baby.”
You see Cassian behind you checking out your ass through the camera as you press record, backing into him
“Just a PSA, this is my man and if you wanna get to him, you gotta go through me first.” you said exaggerated with your hands on your hips before kissing him deeply
He smirked suspiciously before soaking up your posessivness. But before you could say your other line, he picked you up with one arm, throwing you over his sturdy shoulder as he walked over to your bed
“Wha- Cassian, we were recording!”
“Okay, we can keep recording. Make a fun little video, just the two of us.” he said with a low, lustfilled voice.
You didn’t even bother continuing the prank as you nodded, intrigued by making a whole different sort of video
You just prank him another time, right now you need big dick hot guy general massive wingspan big tattooed arms deep voice nice abs pullable hair daddy cassian (real asf)
⊹ LUCIEN
He already knows what you’re going to do but he plays along
You tug him to stand infront of your camera
The way he looks at you, makes you want to laugh but you bite your tongue
You pull him in closer by his forearm, holding him as you look into the camera
“This is my man so if you want him you will have to go though me first.”
Lucien supresses his smile at your attempt at a joke
“Yeah, you heard her,” he nods determined at the screen
You then pull him down and just as you’re about to kiss him you burst out laughing
Lucien tilts his down at you in mock confusion
“Is something funny? I thought i was the best brother ever, laughing at me isn’t very nice.”
Your eyes widen at him, jaw dropped. “No way, Luc, you knew?”
“Baby, i’m as chronically online as you are.”
⊹ ERIS
“What is this for?”
“For me, please just stand there and we’ll be good to go.”
He is a bit skeptical but listens nonetheless
“Very well. Go on, love.”
You press record and start the prank
“Hi guys, i just wanted to let you know that this is my man and if you ever wanna get to him you gotta go through me first.”
Eris looks at you a bit weird. He can’t take you seriously. The epitome of this face 😬
You grab his face and press a kiss to his lips. Eris warms at the action, smiling at you before his smile drop instantly
“He’s the best big brother ever.”
His entire face sours, a look of absolute disgust portraying his face.
“That right there is some Night Court shit.”
With that he simply leaves but not before scrunching his face in disbelief, sighing in disappointment
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whatsamongus · 2 months ago
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Hey guys PSA
Thank you all for remembering me
It means a lot you guys have no idea even if you are on my screen and um yeah i genuinely have no idea what to say
Also with my increasing workload i might not be online as much but i will do my best ...
-Noelle
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arachnerd-8-legs · 2 years ago
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do people really come on [tumblr] of all places for numbers, reach and followers? does seeing people liking your posts already not motivate you as an artist, having a way to see that people have seen your posts and enjoyed it, even if for just a short time?
i've always hated the exhausting rat race of getting numbers on social media, i thought we were here on tumblr to get away from that.
let people like and reblog what they want. it's not a reflection of 'worth' or 'keeping a post alive' or whatever, and it most certainly isn't a personal affront to you in any way.
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Once more for those in the back.
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peculiarbeauty · 2 months ago
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kinda psa but
been kind of nervous about giving my thoughts on this but there has been a few people who attempted to follow me that i would feel safer with if i didn't see pairings they wrote that are um. a little pro shippy ? i'm uncomfortable with the romanticizing of characters that are incestual , abusive , or overall just deemed hugely problematic. for example , belle does not like gaston. i would never make the excuse that she somehow could COME AROUND to liking him to romantically ship with a gaston writer. belle is abused by gaston. he hopes to control her and is incredibly problematic with how he wishes to possess her. he is jealous , vindictive , narcissistic , and even when she makes her feelings clear that it is held with someone else .. he wants to kill the person who is in his way of being with her.
also obviously i do not write snow white but i HAVE wrote her and this was prevalent on my blog when i did. snow is canonically 14 years old. things outside of giddy laughter and childish cutesy banter that go into inappropriate territories i do not believe should somehow be JUSTIFIED. i'm uncomfortable with that just as i am uncomfortable with people writing pairings that are problematic under the guise that it's essentially okay that this happened. so anyway ?? even if i might LIKE your portrayal , if you tend to gravitate towards pairings that are very very problematic and attempt to justify that .. i just cannot in good faith support following.
i want to treat this as a place where we can all write our barbie doll characters and live in our fictional worlds and stuff but then also .. i don't want to sweep aside my own feelings on the matter. and tbh i'm also not saying you can't love a villain's arc because i LOVE a ton villain arcs. so yeah !! here's to setting my own boundaries on the matter.
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mixelation · 1 year ago
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Minato starring in anti-bullying PSA after accidentally snooping on Toris fandom mail
see i have been thinking about the minato-team 4 dynamic and i think it goes
a big part of minato giving kushina a genin team is that she keeps talking about having more kids. she'll be like "naruto is me with your hair, so obviously the next one will be a girl that has my hair and your face." and minato is simultaneously like "i want ten kids with kushina" and "not only is kushina having kids EXTREMELY dangerous, but with us both working constantly, we are both struggling to give just naruto enough attention so a baby is probably not a good idea right now" and "i desperately want to give my wife everything she wants. i would kill for my imaginary redheaded baby"
so he gives her a team of cute baby ninja because if he can't distract her maternal instincts he WILL agree to another kid. and it works! except he stupidly didn't expect to get pulled into kushina's.... sensei instincts?
kushina: these random orphans are my children now. itachi, you have two moms now
team 4: wait what
and like she obviously draws a line between "my students" and "my actual child" but it's a lot more wishy-washy than a lot of jounin sensei, and it's compounded by deidara and tori not having their own family to fall back on. so minato starts like "well, kushina gets passionate about things, and i'm glad the team is bonding" but very unfortunately he's huffing the ksuhina fumes so slowly, very slowly, he's like "yeah, naruto and our assortment of ninja-children, obviously"
(a weird side effect is kushina actively becomes more maternal to kakashi? like i imagine kakashi is AROUND and he's the preferred babysitter for naruto, but it's not until he's like 22 that kushina is like "um, our SON, kakashi?" and he's like, "....what?")
and, like, AGAIN, there's a difference between "teenagers i'm mentoring" and "my actual student, kakashi" and "my actual son." but also his feelings toward team 4 are definitely different from other teenaged ninja under his command. very unfortunate for him.
anyway all mail going out of the village does get screened so he "accidentally" reads tori's mail because SOMEONE has to and he's curious. the PSA doesn't reference tori's mail but She Knows
tori: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
minato: listen, i understand you are a tough person capable of handling her own problems, but there's no reason people should treat you like this
minato: also i know there's like a 30% chance you're going to hunt that person down and do something to them, and that would be bad for konoha PR
tori: i wouldn't do anything bad to them
minato: you say that but i've seen people after one (1) conversation with you
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artiststarme · 2 years ago
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...You Make Lemonade
A little snippet based on a comment made by @straight4joekeery in my "When Life Gives You Lemons..." post. "Women are like lemons, I love lemons!" I loved it so much, I had no choice but to write an entire fic about it!
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Everyone knew that Eddie Munson was a weird kid. He had long hair, listened to music that was more screaming than singing, and never bent to fit any mold. So why would he conform to society’s boring sayings when he could make his own? Ever since he was a kid, he’s had a habit of constructing his own phrases and idioms. 
Sometimes it would be something close enough to the original idiom that no one would call him out on it. The phrase, “I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it” has become a common one amongst the boys of Hellfire. He used to say “he’d kill for less” but that seemed a little too brash in light of what occurred over Spring Break what with his murder accusation and innocent teens dying.  
Nevertheless, some of Eddie’s more outlandish sayings had worked their way into everyday speech for the Party. It wasn’t uncommon to hear one of the kids talking about the “devil kicking their kidneys” during physical exertion or mentioning how “neutral, and not even chaotically” people were when they bored them (a reference to Eddie’s least favorite moral alignment in D&D). However, the sayings always seemed stranger coming out of Lucas’ or even Dustin’s mouths than they did Eddie’s. 
The point is, everyone that has ever met Eddie knows that he can say some pretty off-the-wall things. However, Steve had never been privy to the sayings with Eddie’s odd twists until a random weekday afternoon spent getting high in his trailer. It all started because the weather was getting warmer. Eddie was supplying the weed so Steve brought refreshments for the both of them to enjoy. 
“Do you want some lemonade?” He asked him, his hands already passing him a bottle. 
Eddie nodded. “Well, you know what I always say. Men are like lemonade and I like lemonade.”
Then he took the bottle and a long gulp. 
Steve paused for a moment and just stared at Eddie. Was this a big coming out like it had been with Robin in the movie theater bathroom? What had Robin told him to say in this situation?
“Um, thank you for telling me. I’m honored that you trusted me enough to divulge that information about yourself and I accept you.”
Eddie turned to him with barely concealed panic in his eyes but that quickly turned to mirth upon hearing Steve’s reply. “That was the most rehearsed and scripted response I’ve ever heard. How’d you learn that, did you see it in a PSA?”
“No! Ro- my friend told me that’s what sh-they wished someone had said to he-them,” Steve stumbled. Holy shit, he almost outed Robin. That’s like the worst thing you can do to a friend!
Eddie looked at him fondly. “That’s adorable, Stevie. Also, I know about Robin.”
“What?! How do you know about Robin?”
“Birds of a feather, Steve. They flock together,” he commented wisely and took another drag of their shared joint. 
“Oh, that makes sense. That’s probably why I’m friends with you guys. You know, because I’m bi.” 
Immediately, Eddie’s eyes went wide and he took a sharp inhale which caused him to cough uncontrollably. Once his breathing started to return to normal, he choked, “bi?”
Steve nodded sagely, “yeah, bi. As in bisexual. That’s what you call it when you like both guys and girls.”
“I got that,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Just you? You’re the straightest person I’ve ever met.”
“Hey, don’t insult me! Just because I still like girls doesn’t minimize my attraction to guys. I’m going to tell Robin that you-”
“No, no, no! I’m not judging you, I’m just surprised. But uh, thank you for telling me.” Eddie leaned over the space between them and gave Steve’s shoulder an awkward pat. 
“Okay, what the hell was that?” Steve asked him in the bitchiest tone he could muster. “Give me a hug like a normal person.”
Eddie gave a long-suffering sigh but the grin on his face showed his jest. “If you wanted to get your hands on me, you should’ve just said so.” 
When Wayne walked in on his nephew and Steve Harrington making out on his couch just a few hours later, he couldn’t even say he was surprised. Scarred forever and washing his eyes out with soap? Yes. But not surprised.
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toxicanonymity · 2 years ago
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What if Corey has a CNC kink-
But he's worried you don't wanna do it so he keeps to himself but he gets upset and when you say that you also have the kink he just- goes feral-
Combined this with the ask from @yllcm below. . . my inner sommelier felt it was a good pairing.
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Notes: NSFW 18+, unprotected PIV, CNC (con-noncon), noncon, Corey and Michael both alive after Halloween Ends.
PSA on Corey requests: don't take it personally if I don't answer something fast or spin it into Michael thirst lol. 💟
Background Notes: Corey and Michael both survive. I cant resist mentioning Michael revived Corey by snapping his neck, and the whole midnight procession was just from Laurie’s novel, a therapeutic exercise in closure. Corey gets out of town while things cool off.
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You don’t quite believe it when Corey insists Michael is still alive, until you see Michael lurking around one day. Then, you see him again. It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that you’ve seen him twice in one week. It stays on your mind. You have trouble sleeping.
When you finally drift off for a nap, you have a very hot dream that Michael attacks you and has his way with you. Dream Michael is pummeling you and you’re about to come when you wake up. Shortly after, you receive a call from a restricted number.
- - -
“Hello?”
“Hey babe.” Corey's low voice sends a chill down your spine. “What are you doin?”
“Ohh, I was just taking a nap.”
“Aww, sorry for waking you up.”
“Nah, already woke up. What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Has anyone seen Michael around yet?”
“Actually I saw him myself.”
“You what? really?”
“Yeah, the first time I thought I was seeing things so I didn’t mention it. But today, I was sure.”
“No shit. Is he following you?”
“When are you going to tell me what happened?”
There’s a long pause.
“Not on the phone,” he says. “Wow, I wonder if he’s stalking you. Are you scared?”
“I was, but I just had the strangest dream and I'm not now.”
“What was the dream?”
“Actually it was kind of, um, sexual. I’m still pretty worked up.”
There’s a long pause.
“Sorry, I guess that’s weird.”
“No,” he says. Something changes in his voice. “It’s hot as hell.” He sighs. “What happened, did he fuck you?”
“Really? Okay. Yeah, he came into the diner when I was working. Everyone cleared out but me because I was in the bathroom.”
“Uh-huh”
“He walked straight across the diner and-”
“Did he pull his knife on you?” Corey breathes heavily.
“Yeah. I thought he was going to kill me, then he bent me over a table.”
“Fuck,” Corey breathes. “Then what.”
“Are you hard right now?”
“So hard. What happened next”
“I tried to escape while he had his cock in his hand. He caught me and threw me back down.”
“Ohhh my god”
“Then he forced me.”
“And you liked it?”
You moan softly. “Never felt anything like it before. No offense.”
“What was it like?” He whispers.
“God, now I’m wet.”
“Fuck, I wish I was there so bad.” It’s obvious he’s jerking off.
“Me too, trust me,” you whine as you touch yourself.
“What was it like,” he repeats, darker.
“Like my whole body was being filled.”
“Oh, God,” Corey’s breath becomes ragged.
“It was so hard. And big, it was huge, but it didn’t even hurt.”
“Fuck me,” Corey whispers. “Did he come?”
“Oh yeah, like a firehose.”
“But I didnt. I woke up."
"Fuck, I wish I could stuff you with my cock right now, make you come." You're twitching on the edge.
"Me too, I miss it so bad."
"Suck your tits while I pound you."
You moan as you come. He's grunting.
You say, Iit was so vivid. I guess I liked it, being forced. Would you ever do that for me?”
Corey groans "fuck yes," then sighs in relief as he comes.
As he catches his breath, he says "absolutely.”
You groan and say, "I feel so empty. When are you coming back? Can I come to you? I dunno how long I can wait. "
He sighs. "Michael's following you. What if he really tries something?"
"I dunno, would you be upset?"
"God no, you should do it. Hell, I'd do it"
"Now that's hot."
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A few days later, you’re about to leave for work. You open your apartment door and Corey’s there with the darkest look in his eyes. He pushes you right back into your kitchen.
“Corey-”
He cuts you off with his mouth, kissing you ferally. He sucks your neck, gropes your breasts.
“I have to work,” you pant.
He pulls you into him so you can feel how hard he is and you moan, dropping your bag and keys.
He manhandles you onto the sofa without a word and pulls down your pants and underwear. You start to get up to take them off entirely but he forces you back down on your back and pins your hands above your head as he lays his whole body into you. He keeps your wrists pinned with one massive hand and takes his cock out with the other. You’ve never been so turned on. He shoves himself into you with a grunt and pounds you until you come.
@wolvesandvampires @ethanhoewke @rebel-blue
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scrufflesksunnide · 1 year ago
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Man, you know what REALLY gets me going? Friends! They can be such great motivation starters! That's why you gotta, y'know, look out for your friends and share the same love and attention they gave you! So if you feel down, don't go alone with a frown, get a buddy! push through and make your day a good one!Because the friends you hold closest to you will always be theretheretheretheretherethere -PSA from Enot!
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WOAHH1!! BAGGII!! Dis is gonna be AWESOME- I mean- THIS is gonna be awesome! Hehe srry some habits are still there y'know haha... But um... do you really think I'm going to be able to help them though??
...ah, oki. Well I'll get going now here soon... Before I goooooo uhhh,,, can i ask smth?
What's my name?
...Enot. Huh... Probably better than the name I was given before... If I had one... Yeah... Enot... I like that name...
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tricks-tickles · 2 years ago
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Are You Happy?
sudden burst of inspo be like:
sorry i dropped off the face of the earth(ish) apparently im limited to three fics per fandom haha
anyway south park amirite
(also psa im bri ish so idk how american unis work so the boys r 18ish here but im p sure i didn't get anything disastrously wrong)
word count: 1459
pairing: Lee!Craig/Ler!Tweek
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“Craig?” 
Tweek sat on his bed next to his boyfriend, anxiously tugging on the base of his shirt as he studied Craig’s expression. Despite being the stoic one of the two, he had a strangely tense look about him. 
“Yeah?” Craig said, fiddling with his fingers.
“Uh, are you- ACK, okay? You seem kind of n-nervous?” Tweek asked, twitching a little. 
“Oh, yeah I’m fine,” He responded, still looking at his hands, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“GAH- uh, because of your uni-university application?!” Craig had applied to the University of Colorado’s astrophysics course and was due to hear back at some point in the coming week. Although he had the grades for the course, he wasn’t sure about his personal essay and had been internally freaking out for a while. It was Saturday now, and his nerves were at an all-time high. He guessed it was starting to show.
“No.” He said, then paused, “Yes. I’m just worried I won’t get in.” Honesty is the best policy, or whatever.
“Of course you will!” Tweek said, winking out of anxiety. “You’re the- GAHAH- smartest guy I know!
Craig hummed, digging his feet into the bed. 
“I don’t know about that…” He muttered.
“And besides! Maybe they’re just BUSY! Or running late or s-something.” He said, screwing up his face in a twitch. 
“Maybe,” Craig said, unconvinced. “You’re lucky you don’t have to worry about this.” Tweek had taken a gap year to work at his parent's shop and figure out what he wanted to do with his life. If Craig was accepted then he would follow him to Boulder, or wherever he wanted to go. Tweek was sure he’d follow Craig to the ends of the earth.
“AH- don’t mention that! It’s WAY too much pressure!”
“Right,” Craig said, “Sorry.”
Tweek twitched anxiously. He had almost no experience in comforting people and was way out of his depth. Craig probably didn’t want to talk about it, and he wasn’t sure what else to do. He gently tugged on his hair, thinking about what Craig had done for him when he was anxious. Slowly, an idea formed. 
“Craig?” He said, again.
“Yeah?”
“Um, do you want me to- ACK- cheer you up or some-something?” 
He looked at Tweek, a little bemused.
“You can try,” Craig said, curious as to what he would do.
Tweek took a careful breath in, then shuffled closer to Craig and, shivering slightly, wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Craig tensed, then sagged into his boyfriend's touch. Despite having been ‘together’ for around eight years, their relationship had only become real two years ago, and even still they were a little shy around each other. Tweek was too anxious to make the first move most of the time, and Craig had no idea how to, so they danced around each other until one of them stepped up. 
Craig had forgotten how comforting Tweek could be if he tried. When Stripe 5 had died Tweek’s hugs had been the only thing keeping him together. He sighed and shuffled closer to him, breathing in the smell of coffee. 
They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Tweek worked up the courage to enact part two of his plan. He placed his spare hand on Craig’s side and began gently tracing his fingers along his hoodie. Craig stiffened again, jumping when Tweek’s fingers twitched against him. 
“Honey, what are you dohing?” He said, stifling a giggle when Tweek’s fingers crept toward his stomach. 
“Well, you remember when- GAH- I was f-feeling anxious about nothing a few weeks ago, and you asked me if you could cheer me up? And I said yes so you started t-tickling me and you didn’t stop until you thought I was happy? And I kept- AH- saying I was happy but you were like ‘I don’t believe you, honey.’ and it t-tickled really bad? Do you remember that?” While he spoke Tweek’s other arm slipped from around Craig’s shoulders, making him squeak and slide down the bed as Tweek started pinching his side. 
“Nohoho,” Craig said, trying to bring his knees up to protect his stomach. Tweek noticed and shifted till he was sitting on Craig’s thighs to keep them down.
“No?! You don’t r-remember? It was only a few weeks ago- GAH-, you must have a pretty bad memory.”
He started scratching Craig’s stomach, making him laugh properly.
“I rehemehembeher!” He cried, his hands torn between covering his face and pushing away Tweek’s hands. He settled on tugging the flaps of his hat till it covered his eyes.
“Oh! G-good. Then you remember that- AH- you kept teasing me too? You were like ‘Does this t-tickle, babe?’ ‘How about here?’ ‘Are you having fun? You sound like you’re having fun.’. So, Craig, I want to a-ask you: are you having fun?”
“Ahahaha!”
“‘That’s not an answer, babe.’ That’s what you’d say.” Tweek said. He had to admit that he was sort of enjoying himself. Craig had tickled him, but he’d never worked up the courage to get him back. Now though, as he watched his boyfriend squirm and blush and laugh under his wiggling fingers, he understood exactly why Craig got him all the time. His laugh was somewhat monotone but it had a lightness to it that made Tweek feel all warm inside.
“Are you happy? Are you h-having fun? Do you- AH like this, baby?” He teased, drumming into his ribcage.
Craig was sure he was going to die. Tweek’s fingers were sending little bolts of lightning through his body, darting around so he couldn’t catch them. Worse, though, was the teasing. He was sure it wasn’t as bad when he did it to Tweek, his stomach was full of butterflies and his face was burning hot. Tweek rarely called him pet names, so he was sure he was about to combust. But the worst of it was that he was enjoying it. It was fun to have Tweek be so playful and close to him and to have all his anxiety chased away by his uncontrollable laughter. Not that he was going to say that to him though. 
“Are you- ERK- ignoring me?” Tweek said, grinning impishly. His fingers wiggled upwards, then lifted entirely.
Craig panted, pushing up his hat and catching his breath.
“Ihihi’m nohoht ihignohoring yohou.” He giggled.
“Then answer my q-questions, love,” Tweek said, still smiling as his fingers twitched in the air above Craig’s chest.
“Whahat were thehey again?”
“Do- AH- do you like this? Are you h-having fun?” 
“Uh,” Craig trailed off, pulling his hat down again, “Maybe…” He whispered. 
“What was that?”
“MahahABYEHEHE!! TWEEK!” He squealed at Tweek’s fingers suddenly wiggling into his underarms. Craig slammed his arms down and arched his back, trying to squirm away from the unbearable feeling. 
“Oops, I d-didn’t catch that.” Tweek said, using his pointer fingers to rub little circles into the divots of Craig’s underarms. 
“I LIKE IT! I LIHIHIHIKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHAHASE HONEY, IHIT REHEHAHALLY TIHIHICKLES!”
“And you’re happy?” 
“IHIHI’M HAHAPPY! WHEHENEHEVEHER IHI’M WIHIHITH YOHOHOUHU IHI’M SOHO HAHAHAPY!”
Tweek squeaked, blushed, and toppled off Craig, falling to the side of him. He shifted and turned to face him, where Craig had done the same.
“Do- GAH- do you mean that?” He said, shyly.
Craig took a few deep breaths, “Yeah,” He said.
He tried to adjust his hat but ended up taking it off and throwing it somewhere vaguely behind him. Instead, he leaned forward, kissing Tweek softly. 
He made a content noise and leaned a little deeper into Craig. At that same time, the doorbell rang and Craig’s mother called him downstairs.
The two boys looked at each other before racing down the stairs and stumbling into Craig’s kitchen, where his mother stood holding an envelope.
Craig took a deep breath in, crossing the kitchen and ripping it open. Tweek felt his heart hammer, nervous on Craig’s behalf. His eyes scanned the text before he closed the letter again and gently set it down on the counter. The tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Slowly, he turned to face Tweek. 
Tweek’s heart sank. There were pinpricks of tears in Craig’s eyes and he was ready to offer the ultimate sympathy when a smile took over his face and he announced, in the driest, most monotone voice,
“I got in.” 
Everyone erupted in cheers. His mother, his father and sister (who had come to see what all the fuss was about,), and Tweek. 
They all rushed forward and Craig found himself crushed between all his favourite people. 
Tweek caught his gaze and smiled, his eyes glittering.
“I t-told you there was nothing to worry about. You’re the smartest guy I know.”
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gladdygirl18 · 7 months ago
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PSA
Hey everyone! hope all is well!
ok so um....... this is gonna be hard to say but, remember how in a recent TTS i said that i had an annoucement to make regarding the TTS's? Yeah well this is it
As i said before, TTS's will be coming to a stop for a good while. Idk for how long, but it is ending soon. The reason for that is........ my girlfriend and I are breaking up due to her moving and transferring schools.... 😔😔💔💔
Remember in my spring break TTS i said my GF and I had a very serious talk? Yeah, it was about her moving and what would happen to us. School is ending soon and finals are coming up, and after all is said and done, my GF will be moving away and we won't be a couple anymore..... 💔😔
That night while we were talking about that, many many tears were shed since we've both been dreading talking about it. We wanted to try long distance, but since she's had bad experiences in the past with long distance relationships, she's hesitant about doing the same with us, and I understand that. I've already reassured her that I would talk to her almost every week if not every day to make sure she's doing okay
I already promised her that I would visit her and her family this summer since I'm gonna be visiting another friend down there as well as my aunt.
But yeah. TTS's are gonna being on hiatus for a little while. I'm very sad to see my GF leave and to be breaking up with her, but I want to spare her the pain of long distance.
Hopefully, TTS will return one day but as of right now, TTS will be ending. I may post 1 or 2 more depending on what my GF provides, but if not, I wanted to thank all of you for sticking with me through this
Seeing all of your comments, likes, and reblogs really made me happy and it made my GF happy as well (yes she knows i have a blog about tickling)
I hope to one day bring back this series with hopefully a new partner (BF or GF; I'm Bisexual so I'm flexible😋) or maybe my GF (who will be my ex by that point) will make an appearance soon too! Once again thanks so much for all the support on this series! Stay safe, stay blessed, stay hydrated, and have a blessed rest of yalls day! 💖🥰
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