#untagged source confession

[jttwconfessions]

Anyone remember mei hou wang? It's so cute, and I love the dynamic between swk and mihou there- a channel was subbing it but idk if they ever finished :(

[thotpuppy]

#before learning who it was actually named after i fr thought it was#because (of the croutons) you have to stab it multiple times to eat a piece

[fictionkinfessions]

Hey, 🌻,🔺🔫 here. My post had nothing to do with incest. I was literally just talking about how I missed him wanting my company. Not everyone is canon complacent. The Eden plan canonically is super vague and incest is only one of the possible interpretations of it. Just thought I’d let you know. Please untag my shit and don’t listen to that anon. Really upset that that’s what was taken from my really personal experience and pain. Sorry but fuck you anon.

I genuinely apologize for tagging it with that. I never watched the series and often only go off of what other people warn me about. Much like many other sources. It's been removed now.

I also apologize for my kinda snarky reply there. Sometimes people try to be cute and vague about their incest ships which I feel is shitty because 1) I don't know their inferences, thus 2) I can't tag it properly which leads to people getting triggered. Please let me do my job tagging CWs. Heavy topics like incest aren't banned here because I aim to CW tag them for everyone's comfort. That's the point.

Anonymous asked: Hey, calling them "the trigun incest guys" is like super fucking gross and super fucking weird of you anon. There is literally no canon incest in Trigun. The Eden plan is literally not incest, it never was. It's literally JUST the utopia pipe dream of a toxic and possessive brother who feels betrayed that the only family he'll ever had turned his back on him, but go off I guess. I really think people need to mind their business more. This shit happened to me when I made a very vulnerable confession about my brother and someone called me weird for it and said to tag it as incest. If we were posting about incest, we wouldn't be vague about it. There's plenty of confessions about that on this blog. Thank you. ~ A very insulted Millions Knives Anonymous asked: Sorry actually my last message may have been really mean I just hate people taking one interpretation of my source and deciding I’m a bad person based on it. We do not see things the same way and that is okay but like don’t pretend your idea of source is more correct than mine.

Also yeah it's really weird. Y'all sometimes it's not incest. People just love their siblings in a normal platonic fashion. If one reads incest into that, idk what that says about a person. You have a inclination towards media analysis? I have no idea what goes on in the source, and sure, maybe it can be interpreted as incest? But one should remember that people often speak from the point of view from their personal canons. No matter how much it sounds like the main source canon, we'll never know anymore than a brief look from a single confession. I also assume maybe the fandom jokes about 'plant incest' or whatever which could lean into not giving it the proper consideration. Incest isn't a joke or meaningless to a lot of people. Not to mention fanon tends to take priority over actual canon source in fandom spaces, which rewrites what really happened in the source media.

And no you have every right to be mad about being accused of incest. That is a really serious topic that shouldn't be without tact and respect and consideration for multiple parties involved with it.

Connie / mod party cat

[ao3feed-izch]

[Podfic] Presenting: Izuku’s Crash Course In How to Confess to Your Best Friend

by animorph516

[This is a podfic]

Izuku has just realised that he has feelings for Uraraka. Chaos ensues.

Words: 104, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 18 of MHA Podfics

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Asui Tsuyu

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes, Podfic, Fluff, Comedy, Romantic Comedy, slight crack, untagged minor pairings, Izuku's tears are incredibly powerful, Midoriya Izuku-centric, Discord: Izuocha Temple, Discord: Green Tea Infusions (My Hero Academia)

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56409847

[narconfessions]

not a confession but i was wondering if you knew about any resources for learning about cluster b disorders that aren't, y'know, super stigmatizing? hope you have a good day :]

sadly i haven’t been able to find any myself :/// i recommend asking @cluster-b-culture-is or @carnivoroustomatoes cuz from what i’ve seen, they have some good sources up their sleeves! (ask to be untagged)

[rufousnmacska]

Goodbye and Hello sneak peak

Manon and Dorian said goodbye in Orynth. But for them, saying hello again is only a matter of time.

In anticipation of posting the next chapter soon (next week), here’s a little recap and preview of part 6. Apologies for how long this one has taken me.

If you’d like to be tagged or untagged in the next chapters, let me know!

Part One: I Wish…

A manorian goodbye we didn’t get at the end of Kingdom of Ash.

Part Two: Another Day

Ten months have passed, and while Manon and Dorian make excuses not to see each other, their friends have a surprise planned.

Part Three: Those Two Words

The rukhin living at the Ferian Gap welcome royal visitors. (And if you don’t know what two words are referenced in the title… your assignment is to reread all the manorian chapters in the ToG series.)

Part Four: Breakfast in Bed

Dorian stays true to his word from chapter 1 and treats Manon to something new. All too quickly he realizes the brave front she’s putting up is hiding something he might not be able to help fix.

Part Five: Waiting

Some of the rukhin undertake the crossing at the Ferian Gap, triggering memories, both good and bad, for Manon. She finds guidance from an unexpected source.

*****

sneak peek of Part 6: Confessions

Now back at their room in the Omega, Manon closed her eyes and rested her head on the edge of the bathtub. The water grew steadily warmer. She’d done little that day, certainly not enough to warrant the sigh she released as the heat penetrated her muscles.

“I was worried that Abraxos would be spoiled here,” she said. “Apparently, I was the one in danger all along.”

Dorian laughed softly. “That was my only goal this week. You didn’t stand a chance.”

They sat at either end of the huge copper tub. Steam rose off the water, filling the room with the scent of the herbs and petals floating on the surface. Instead of candles, Dorian lit the room with his magic. Flames of varying size and color hung suspended in the air. A half empty plate of pastries and a kettle of Qara’s molten chocolate drink were within easy reach.

Water lapped gently against the sides of the tub as Dorian shifted towards her. She kept her eyes closed but couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

“Manon.”

The tone of his voice was serious, no hint of seduction or teasing. Her smile faded, and she opened her eyes to find he’d moved beside her, still face to face. His expression matched his tone and she sat up, unsure of what might be coming.

“There’s something I need to say.”

*****

Tagging  @itach-i  @nestasbucket  @manontrashbeak  @blackhavilliard  @bookishwitchling @jimetg98  @aditiiparasharr @mis-lil-red

[dracolizardlars]

i’m so done bc the note counter revealed that my top 9 posts are

not one but two reposts of homestuck fanart from DeviantArt (neither of which even had links to the sources) I posted in October 2013

a post about Death Note , from 2014

i never read Homestuck beyond Act 5 Act 2.

i have never watched or read Death Note in my life.

two posts about memes, one confessing my love for “i lik the bred” and the other suggesting that the dennys blog followed memedocumentation

a post about the sprite art in Dragon Cave (also 2014, but I still play Dragon Cave now tbf)

a Hamlet x Horatio post

a Crowley x Aziraphale (Good Omens) post

and my biggest post of all, a random untagged personal post which was apparently very relatable to everyone on Earth

this is just... How To Somehow Get  51,599 Notes On Tumblr by Making A Meaningless Jumble Of Random Fucking Posts over Five Entire Years

[itsreigns]

You Have My Heart

Baron Corbin x reader

Angst/Fluff/Smut

(y/n) and him grew up in the same town and used to be friends. He comes back to visit his family and runs into her.

(Reposting some of my works. If you want to get tagged or untagged, let me know.) Tags:

@xfirespritex | @hardcorewwetrash | @shadow-of-wonder | @oreillyskyle | @wwesmutdonedirtcheap | @wwe-smutfics | @heelsamizayn | @heygargano | @helluvawriter | @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld | @dorkyvillain | @caramara3 |

Six years. Six long years since you’ve lost contact with your former friend, Baron. You and him grew up together: you went to the same school, lived in the same area… You did pretty much everything together.

You never judged him for following his dreams, for the contrary, you were one of his main sources of support; you always encouraged and urged him to pursue them. But then, he left to do exactly that. Leaving you alone with promises that he, somewhere along the way, failed to keep.

At the beginning, you always texted each other, or called each other late at night, sometimes even managed to meet up. You kept your friendship running: sharing your days, new experiences, everything with one another.

Until seven years ago, when it all started crumbling down. He barely texted. Then you wouldn’t either, because you had a bad time swallowing your pride, and his actions hurt you. When he did text, it seemed like he was doing a public service, and honestly, you didn’t know what hurt you more.

But it all came to a stop six years ago. Then it all just stopped for good. No more late night calls. No more texts. No more meetings. Nothing more.

It hurt like hell, you’re not going to lie. You tried to pretend it didn’t, but it did. You missed him every single day. You’ve been in love with the guy for so long, and for him to leave you that easily, not even looking back… it hurt so fucking much.

Seeing his parents almost daily didn’t help much either. They felt bad for you; it was like they could read you and what you were feeling. Deep down you knew his mother was familiar with your feelings for her son. And secretly, she always prayed that you’d end up together.

Day after day, you got used to his absence. You still loved him, you still missed him, but you learned to live with it, mostly after the pain started to fade.

You finished your degree, you got new friends, then you got a job you loved in your hometown and, right now, you have your life exactly where you wanted it to be: you’re an independent woman, you provide for yourself, you have great friends and family, and you have a job you love.

Honestly, there’s just one thing missing from your dream life and that’s a man who loves you as much as you love him; a man who wants to have a family with you; a man who wants you forever, through the ups and downs of life.

But apparently, that isn’t happening any time soon. You’ve had some dates, even dated a guy or two, but they were mostly morons who didn’t deserve a second of the time you wasted on them. And… they weren’t Baron. You hate yourself for making him the model of comparison, you really do.

Today it’s Saturday. A very regular one. You have a day off and, as usual, you use your morning to go on a walk downtown, stopping at the outside market to do some grocery shopping.

Just as you were picking some apples to buy, twirling them in your hand as you inspected each and every one, then putting them inside a plastic bag, someone bumped into you. It’s Baron’s mom.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She quickly apologizes, a soft smile crossing her lips.

“It’s okay, I’m good.” You smile back. She looked like she was about to speak, until suddenly, she’s interrupted by a voice… a voice you know all too well, a voice that almost makes your heart stop.

“Hey mom, what if we bought…” He trailed off, once he reached his mom and laid eyes on you.  

Actually, you’re sure that all blood left your face, considering Baron’s mom stood there looking at you as if you were about to faint. You can’t even face him, but you can feel his eyes on you. His mom sent you a hopeful look, but you end up averting your gaze from hers, moving it to the plastic bag you held.

“(y/n), hey…” He greets, awkwardly, unable to get his eyes off you. “How are you? You look good.” He smiles, trying to make small talk, but all he did was piss you off.

How dare he come here after 6 years and talk to you as if nothing happened? How dare he? You let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking your head in the process, and you don’t even bother to answer him.  

“I’ll see you around, Mrs. Corbin.” You say goodbye to his mom, faking a smile. You drop the bag with the apples on top of the other fruit, wanting to run away from there quickly, and then, you disappear through the crowd.

Not once did you look at him. You couldn’t afford the pain to do so. It hurt just to hear his voice… how much would it hurt to look into his eyes after all this time?

You could still feel his eyes following you until you finally got out of his sight. You felt like crying and all you wanted was get home, and curl in your couch, watching some stupid movie on the TV.

You got home and that’s exactly what you did. You took a nice shower and put on a pair of leggings and a huge sweatshirt. Then, you curled yourself on your couch and started zapping through the TV, finally settling for a crappy movie that was about 20 minutes through already.

But it didn’t matter, all you wanted was occupy your mind with something that wasn’t Baron related. You put a blanket over yourself and actually started paying attention to the movie.

It was 5 minutes away from ending when someone knocked on your door. You frowned because you weren’t expecting anyone, then you silently cursed yourself for thinking it could be Baron because it actually ruined your mood all over again.

Your door had a glass, see through, space at the bottom top, so as soon as you finally faced it, you saw the face you were running from… you found the warm brown eyes, the ones you were terrified of ever facing again, staring back at you.

You stood still, frozen in place, staring at him, unable to move. You could feel tears prickling your eyes, your heart thudding madly in your chest, your whole body trembling with nerves.

“(y/n), please open the door… We need to talk.” He pleads through the door, his gaze never leaving yours, until you finally snapped out of it, and averted your gaze, letting some tears fall.

“No, go away.” You mumble, your voice wavering.

“Please, just… hear me out.” He begs, sighing sadly. “Please, baby.”

You miss him so much, and you’re so conflicted. One side of you is screaming at you to not let him in, the other one is screaming at you to let him in. Mind or heart? Who’s wrong? Who’s right?

You just can’t stop yourself anymore. You head to the door and unlock it, turning your back at it as you head to your living room once again. You hear it open and close in just a few seconds, the sound of his footsteps echoing yours.

Suddenly, just as you were nearing your couch, and completely catching you by surprise, he snakes his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a couple of kisses on your neck and jaw.

First, you tensed at the sudden touch, but then… you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You missed him so fucking much, your body just deliberately molded itself against his, leaning into his touch.

You covered his hands with your tiny ones, and rested you head against his chest, giving your height difference. You stood there a couple of minutes, and the tears subsided quickly.

“I missed you so much, (y/n).” He whispers against your cheek, as he kisses it repeatedly.

“Why did you leave me then?” You question, feeling a lump forming in your throat. He sighs before releasing you. You sit down on the couch, waiting for his reply. He sighs once more before joining you on the couch.

“You wanna know the truth?” He smiles sadly, his gaze moving from his hands to your eyes. You nod affirmatively, urging him to continue. “I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“What? Why?” You ask, both annoyed and confused.

“You were my best friend, my biggest supporter. I knew you cared a whole lot about me… And I just… I couldn’t handle the thought of you giving up your dreams, your life, because you were too busy worrying about me.” He explains, softly, averting his gaze the whole time he spoke.

“You didn’t even bother on checking up on me, so… I feel like this is all crappy bullshit.” You spit, more venomously than what you intended.

He let out a small chuckle. “I did. My mom kept me updated about you… I knew when you graduated; I knew when you got your job. And believe me, it took all of me not to text you, not to call you, on any of those occasions.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, why would you-“

“Because I love you!” He shouts, cutting you off. You sit there, mouth-hanging open in shock. You just heard the words you’ve been dreaming about for years, and years. “I was scared because I’ve always loved you, and I couldn’t have you, I couldn’t do that to you.”  

“You spoke in the present…” You mumble, feeling your cheeks warm up.

“Yeah, I know… I never stopped loving you.” He confesses nervously, as he tries to read you before continuing. “I’m here now and I don’t know… I honestly don’t know how I managed to not hear your voice or see your beautiful face every day.”

“You could’ve told me, you know? Save us all the trouble. Because I’d tell you I love you too.” You finally admit, hooking your gaze with his.

“I know… That’s what I meant when I said I didn’t want to hold you back. I know you. You wouldn’t think twice about leaving it all behind to accompany me, and even though, I’d absolutely love to have you with me, I couldn’t do that to you. I was chasing my dreams, and you had the right to chase yours too. You’re such an intelligent, brave woman, you deserved way more than just being my girlfriend. And now, you accomplished all that and I am so proud of you.” He explains wholeheartedly, a small smile playing on his lips the whole time. “I always hoped we’d still found each other in the end… when our lives were stabilized… and here we are. I was willing to wait for you, still am.”

You honestly felt like crying. All this time, you hurt so badly thinking he had grown tired of you, found someone better, someone to replace you… And all this time, he had just been in the same place as you. He could only blame himself, that’s true. But he could’ve been selfish, and he wasn’t; he was so selfless and so thoughtful. He put you ahead of everything.

“God, I love you, Baron.” You sob quietly, feeling your heart burst with emotions, as you pull into a tight hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“I love you too, baby. You know that.” He whispers softly against your hair, pressing random soft kisses there.

When you calmed down, yet again, you finally pull back, a comfortable silence settling in before he speaks up again.

“Remember when we were thirteen and you told me your dreams’ list?” He chuckles softly, and you shake your head lightly at the memory, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I do. Then you told me yours. Why?” You ask, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Because I know there’s still one dream left for you.” He smiles, watching what he just said settle in your features. “And it’s the same as mine.”

Your mind is racing at his words. His last dream revolved around the same idea of yours: find someone who’d cherish you and want you forever.

“I… You’re the one. I want you forever. I want to be the man, (y/n). Your man.” He exhales, relaxing instantly, as if a weight just got lifted off his shoulders.

“You’re my man, Baron. Always have been.”

Once those words left your lips, they were crushing against his in a heartbeat. He kissed you, oh, so softly, cradling your face in his huge hands. Soon the kiss grew more needy and steamy.

You move your body to straddle his, the same way you dreamt so many times. He runs his hands down your back towards your ass. You waited for the slap, but it never came. He’s being so gentle and careful.

“Bed-bedroom.” You mumble against his lips.

“You sure?” He pulls back slightly to face you. You bite your lip, and lean down to kiss him again in response.

He stands up holding you; you kept your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.

“First door on the left.” You instruct him as you keep kissing each other. You bump a couple of times against the furniture in the hall, earning chuckles from the both of you.

Finally, you reach your bedroom. You wriggled out of his grasp before he could lie you down on the bed. He looks at you in confusion, and you can’t help but smirk at him. You hook your fingers on the bottom of his shirt, yanking it off him.

“Eager, are we?” He chuckles, amazed by your actions.

“Very.” You reply, smiling. “I love this, it’s beautiful.” You whisper, referring to his chest tattoo.

He doesn’t answer, but the smile on his face tells everything. He mirrors you, and takes your sweatshirt off, noticing right away that you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Always wondered what these looked like… Not disappointed.” He smirks, cupping and groping them gently. You push his shoulder back playfully.

Then, your hand flies to his belt, unbuckling it surprisingly quick, as he keeps on peppering your collarbones with sloppy kisses. You unbutton his jeans and pull them down, along with his underwear, and he steps out of it, tossing it to the side with his feet.

He’s finally fully naked in front of you, and you can’t help but admire the sight in front of you. He’s so tall… and thick… Man, is he thick.

“Like what you see?” He smirks proudly, holding his arms up in the air.

“You have no idea.” You murmur completely taken by the man in front of you.

Your hands fall to his hard cock, his eyes instantly shutting down at the sensation. You stroke him a couple of times, earning some groans off him.

“Baby, no teasing today, please.” He pleads softly, taking ahold of your hands. You fake pout, making him chuckle.

Once again, he mirrors you and takes down your leggings and panties, and you toss them away, not caring where it landed.

Finally, you’re skin against skin, feeling each other to the fullest. Every trace of skin, of scars, of ink… in full sight. You’re an open book. Inside and out. It’s so comfortable. And you’ve never felt this way.

He walked you back towards the bed as he kissed you for the millionth time since he got here. You sit down on the bed, and crawl up a bit, watching him do the same, but ending up hovering over you.

Baron kisses you one more time, before taking ahold of his cock in his hand and running it between your folds a few times, making you moan at the sudden pressure on your clit.

“Thought you said no teasing?” You sigh frustrated, earning a small chuckle from him.

Suddenly, he lines up his cock with your entrance and starts pushing in slowly. You toss your head back, trying to adjust to the sudden feeling of fullness. Finally, he’s all the way inside of you. No one ever filled you as he does and it feels damn good.

He stopped moving for a couple of seconds, waiting for you to get used to him. You can’t find the words to speak, instead you move your hands to his ass and thrust your hips against his, signaling him to start moving.

Thankfully, he gets the hint, and starts thrusting into you, picking up a considerable pace. He keeps on kissing you randomly everywhere. One minute he’s kissing your lips, the other he’s kissing down your throat, the next one he’s sucking your nipples… God, your body is overloaded with the most amazing sensations ever.

You feel the familiar knot starting to build, as your walls start to clench slightly around him. He shudders at the feeling, clearly indicating that it put him over too, as his thrusts became erratic and sloppy after that.

His hand flies between your bodies, and, as soon as he starts rubbing your clit with your index finger, you’re done. You cum down with a cry, shuddering under him, your hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

He joins you after a couple more thrusts, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, as you tightened the grip around his shoulders. After a couple of minutes, he gets off you and rolls over, pulling you to his chest. You sigh in contentment, wrapping an arm around his waist.

A comfortable silence filled the room, as you both laid there, smiles plastered on your faces.

“When did you get it?” You question, lazily tracing his chest tattoo once more.

“A couple of months after I left…” He smiles, grazing his finger down your bare back.

“What does it mean?” You ask one more question, genuinely curious and amazed by it.

“Uh… That’s my heart… And that’s, uh, my mom and… you.” He explains, pointing to the heart in the center, and then to the birds on each side of the heart.

“Your mom and… me?” You ask shocked, moving your gaze from his chest to his eyes. They held nothing but love, and respect.

“Yeah… the only women who have my heart forever.”

[jttwconfessions]

I feel like I interact with the LMK fandom a lot, but in actuality LMK is only one branch of my dual obsessions with Sun Wukong and Nezha. It just happens to be the most popular one. Which is fine! It's a good show. But sometimes I do wish other media inspired by JTTW and Investiture of the Gods had more active fandoms. Like, my absolute favorite monkey king movie is The Monkey King Returns, and my favorite Nezha movie is probably Ne Zha (2019). I also really like how Nezha appears in Legend of Hei. (urban fantasy Nezha my beloved)

[jttwconfessions]

Unfinished Dream of All Living Ghost". The confession text box reads: "best wukong iteration is son biten from the touhou project but you people aren't ready for that conversation.

[jttwconfessions]

Unruly Heroes is an underrated JTTW videogame, everyone is always rambling about other jttw video games (mostly just swk though) for the super detailed character designs and violent gritty stories, but im just here happily bopping along with my lil platformer

[jttwconfessions]

[jttwconfessions]

I wish more people knew about Tian Zhen Pai : Xi You Ji from 2019. The use of Golden Cicada's character in the story, the costumes, the acting and the special effects was *chefs kiss* magnificent.

[jttwconfessions]

[jttwconfessions]

Unpopular opinion: I ship Ao Lie x Jiu Yue so badly, but they probably aren't even canon (I didn't finish reading all the comics).

[jttwconfessions]

It a shame that we'll never gonna get that Indianan Jones movie where he fights Sun Wukong.