#what was i thinking when i wrote this??

[joseopher]

I was exiting some of my old tabs and found this:

I have no idea what this means but I think it's gay

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[causalityparadoxes]

Live Sutekh Reaction: Bad Wolf Bay edition

[basslinegrave]

pin-up

b&w originals

[ananke-xiii]

I just love this scene. A lot.

May I? No. vs Gimme! As you wish.

[worfsbarmitzvah]

there’s such an attitude among ex-christian atheists that religions just spring up out of the void with no cultural context behind them. like ive heard people say shit like “those (((zionists))) think they own a piece of land bc their book of fairy tales told them so!!!” and they refuse to understand that no, we don’t belong there because of the torah, it’s in the torah because we belong there. because we’re from there. the torah (from a reform perspective) was written by ancient jews in and about the land that they were actively living on at the time. the torah contains instructions for agriculture because the people who lived in the land needed a way to teach their children how to care for it. it contains laws of jurisprudence because those are pretty important to have when you’re trying to run a society. same for the parts that talk about city planning. it contains our national origin story for the same reason that american schools teach kids about the boston tea party. it’s an extremely complex and fascinating text that is the furthest thing from just a “book of fairy tales”

[madaqueue]

18+ MDNI - m!reader x sub!satoru

glassy blue eyes stare up at you, unfocused.

pinching his reddened cheeks, your roughened fingertips force his lips apart, allowing your saliva to land on his tongue. he swallows automatically.

tilting your head, you release the grasp on his face. “what do you say, satoru?”

it takes him a moment to respond - it takes him a moment to think at all.

“thank you.”

his words are airy, spoken more from practice than a response to anything you’re doing at this point. right now, he’s too occupied with the way you stretch him out, the way he feels so fucking full, the indents your shortened nails leave on his hips, the strain in his thighs from his legs being tossed over your muscled shoulders.

you see it, of course, as his jaw slacks open, drool pooling at the corner of his lips. placing a gentle peck to his cheek, the cool scent of aftershave lingering on his skin, your hand settles along his jaw.

“aww, you sweet thing,” you coo, “can’t even think, huh, baby?”

he just nods - when you laugh, his mouth twitches into a smile, just at hearing the sound (because it means you’re happy, it means he’s doing the right things, it means he’s being good).

with each thrust of your cock into him, his head gets heavier and heavier, the feel of your skin against his lulling him into ecstasy. ‘the strongest,’ now reduced to nothing more than a pliable toy for you to play with. and he’s never been happier.

“that’s okay,” you hum - the warm rasp in your voice makes him melt into the sheets, “i’ll take care of you. i love you, y’know that, ‘toru?”

his blue eyes have never been brighter as he nods.

a/n: i need to fuck him in a way that would concern others

teehee >:) @teddybeartoji @musouie @quinnyundertow

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[solarmorrigan]

Eddie, despite ample opportunity, has never commented on how much of a dick Steve used to be. Not when it’s the whole group ragging on him (with affection, usually), not when it’s Steve himself telling a funny story about something monumentally stupid he’d done in high school, not even when it’s just the two of them together, reminiscing, frowning over past mistakes

It takes Steve a while to notice, and while he appreciates it, he does sort of wonder why

“I mean, I must’ve given you reason to,” Steve says, when he brings it up to Eddie

Eddie shrugs. “Whether you did or not doesn’t really matter now. I think I, of all people, get that you sometimes just really gotta leave high school in the past.”

“Yeah, but you talk about other shit you did in high school,” Steve says. “Even Robin has a couple of stories about how much of an asshole I was. Why don’t you?”

“Because I know you,” Eddie says, far more sincerely than Steve had expected. “I know how you get sometimes, all up in your head, repeating all the shit you’ve heard people say about you. And when you get like that, I don’t want you to be able to hear it in my voice. Not even if I was joking when I said it.”

The words hit Steve like a fist in the sternum.

“Not even– not even if I deserve it?”

“No. Because you don’t deserve it.”

There are a lot of things Steve doesn’t deserve, and he’s pretty sure Eddie—Eddie’s friendship, Eddie’s forgiveness, Eddie’s love—is right near the top of the list. But Steve’s always been a little selfish; he’s always been too willing to grab for good things that he knows he shouldn’t touch

“I don’t want to make you feel worse,” Eddie says. “I wanna be the reason you feel better.”

And Steve doesn’t deserve that, either. But when Eddie says it like that, like he’s so goddamn sure, it’s hard not to believe him. Hard not to believe that maybe– maybe Steve doesn’t have to bleed to have this. Maybe he can let Eddie reach for him, be held against him, fist his hands in Eddie’s shirt and press his face into the curve of Eddie’s neck and just… be

And maybe that will be enough

[francy-sketches]

rhaenyra could say 'I wish I was a man with dick and balls' and hotd twitter would still be like 'umm she just means she wants freedom and respect but otherwise she is a FEMININE WOMAN stop making her into a man you weirdos'

[pippuns]

pre-transmigration cumplanes because they are the most divorced guys who never met

[gachahugs]

My comic I did for @zine--garden 🙂 Gon and Killua search for something in the snow

[ourflagmeansgayrights]

ngl the "im white so i dont talk abt any characters' race ever bc im afraid of accidentally saying something racist" approach to fandom is like. very weak. imo.

like first of all: i get that "i dont incorporate race into my media analysis because i'm afraid of messing up" comes from a different place than "i don't incorporate race into my media analysis because I Don't See Race 😊 there is only The Human Race." but it has the same functional effect, right? that effect being that your analysis of [INSERT MEDIA HERE] ignores the very real way that race impacts people.

second of all: it feels kinda lazy! like ur saying "i dont know enough abt race to feel comfortable commenting on how race affects this show and i dont care enough to learn." the only way to become more comfortable discussing race is to actually practice discussing race. but when i see people saying this it feels like they're saying "i'm white, which means i don't know how to talk about race, and i don't have to know how to talk about race, and i don't ever have to know how to talk about race, so i'm choosing to never learn how to talk about race."

third of all: just because you don't openly talk about race doesn't mean you're any less likely to accidentally say or do something racist. implicit biases run deep, y'all. it's probably already there in your interpretation of the show. but the "i don't want to accidentally say something racist" implies that you are positive that your interpretation of the show isn't racist. and i'm not saying you're wrong. but i'm saying that if a person of color tells you that something you said about [INSERT MEDIA HERE] was racist, you better be prepared to actually listen and not just brush them off because "i can't be racist! i purposefully never talk about race just to make sure i'm not racist!"

which brings me to my final point: if you do accidentally say something racist... literally just apologize. if someone says you've been doing something racist, apologize and stop doing that thing. it's literally not that hard. i've done it. i've seen other people do it. "i'm scared of being called racist!" is such a weak excuse im tired of it. getting called racist is not the end of the fucking world. calm the fuck down and grow a spine. jesus.

[rona-eser]

Together (3pgs)

[mrsoharaa]

You and Miguel trip over each others feet, drunkenly, landing on the softness of your cozy bed with your back gently bouncing amongst the thick warmth of your blanket and his towering, stocky frame looming over yours protectively...admirably.

His soft hues of hazelnut irises gaze down at you with such tender and allure. Briefly glances down to the plushness of your pretty, fully lips promptly back up to your glimmering, hazy eyes. Contemplation roaming through his foggy mind.

Your gentle and sweet giggles lure him out from his thinking, eyes focusing more intently into your gorgeous eyes. Sinking and basking in the sheer beauty that resonates from your reeling optics. A lazy, half witted smile weaving across his strong cheeks.

"¿Qué es tan gracioso, preciosa?" he chimes with the same smile, watching you softly roam your tinier hands all over his wide, firm chest. Leaving a trail of arising goosebumps beneath the thin layer of his black shirt that snugged ever so nicely around his bulked stature.

"Y-you Miggy...you're so funny" you emit a small hiccup, fingers still grazing over the soft, light fabric that atoned to his fit body ever so perfectly. Your wandering irises stilling into his directly, nipping back your bottom lip as your palms smoothly, gradually glide their way up and around the juncture of his strong jaw to the back of his neck. Easing in the closeness between the two of you.

He raise a thick brow in curiosity and interest, chuckling lightly as he hums to the light invitation your fingers were hinting at, at the back of his head. Twirling and curling ever so delicately and diligently in between the soften locks of deep mahogany.

"Am I now? do share, dulzura" he keeps his adoring, flaunting smile on his beautiful face. Watching you ever so intently and longingly with every motion you'd make, consuming the intoxicating feeling of your welcoming gentle touches.

You giggle once more, another loose hiccup reverberating through your throat. Your hands clasping more securely around his neck and pull him down to meet your warm, tender lips. Hardly ghosting over the shell of his right ear.

"I can s-see you fighting back the u-urge to kiss me Miguel..." you whisper ever so daintly, smoothly deep into the depths of his ringing ears. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, arising a more coy and playful smirk to tug amongst your heated cheeks.

His head tilts lightly, lips skimming over the flush of your flawless skin, suavely rakes both of his large hands up along the strut of your calling body.

"...Would you be against it, mi amor?" his voice tremored with such lowered bass, rasp like as he grazes your cute cheeks with a teasing touch of his warm lips. Grinning oh so cheekily against the supple flesh as he feels you writhe and squirm a bit beneath him.

Your hands weave more profusely into his curly, brunette hair. Fingers curling and combing through each soften strand, as you pull him more closer towards you.

"O-of course not dummy...that's w-what I've wanted all this time" you breathe out faintly, listening to the sudden hitch of his breath settle at the back of his throat. His dilated pupils following over to remeet your coyish, yearning gaze.

It didn't take him much convincing afterwards to have his hungry lips lap over your own with such dire need and desire. A mixture of dizzying passion and aching want, fueling his ignited action against your lips. Devouring every moan, whimper and breathy gasps that slipped off your trembling, candied lips.

Diligently, wallowing in the devoted and amorous kiss.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hello may 31th anon! Look at that, another year behind us and a new one to come. Have a nice day! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡