#will just rebloooog

[outoflimbo]

BTW: when i reblog my art day after day it's not be being passive aggressive and going "why didn't you rebloooog it?" i just use a queue so more people get to see it

[circular-bircular]

Just gotta say, if you agree with the pooost you can rebloooog it. Multiple perspectives is gooooood

Really wish systems would state their syscourse stance, especially if they make syscourse-related content/posts or intend to express their opinions. Kinda tired of following someone then realizing later while reading a post that they’re anti-endo.

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[kenjkats]

The Blind Date (Kenji x F!MC Headcanon)

A request made by @aliaisreal of a scenario inspired by this line: 

"I walked into this restaurant and you thought I was your blind date and I just kind of went with it because I don't want to eat alone"

Although I hope you don’t mind, I ended up writing it with this additional thought in mind: “-- and because you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”

Note: Basically an AU where Alex and Kenji hadn’t met at the Grand as employer/employee and don’t know about each other’s identities. Also this is really long it got away from me and I wish I could write proper fanfic cause then it would probably be shorter.. cause less bullet points XD

Also gonna use my F!MC to make things easier for me cause this is LOOONG.

Poppy had set Alex up on a blind date.

“You need to get out there, all you do is work and worry about the bad guys, you need to let loose!”

“Fiiiine, but if I say yes, please shut up. Also, is he hot?”

“Of course he’s hot, they’re always hot, how dare you question my taste, Alex. He’s also got a good job, is nice and friendly, and sweet, thanks for asking. Nice to see you got your priorities straight.”

Alex does it anyway. Poppy does have good taste. She dresses up and gets to the restaurant first.

Poppy was being cheeky and only told Alex what he looked like: tall, dark hair, “really hot” -- so that she’d be surprised.

She sits there in a nice blue dress that showed off her figure, with some light makeup on. The guy seems to be running late.

Kenji was out for the night. He had recently told his mom that he was going to quit law school and she wasn’t too happy with him. To get away from the line of fire, he drove his motorcycle out to one of his favorite restaurants in the city.

He walks in and this beautiful girl with dark hair and a lovely blue dress sitting alone near the center of the room catches his eye.

And he can’t really believe how beautiful she is.

He kinda stops in his tracks and stares just a second too long. 

He’s usually so smooth and in control around women, and he’s just so caught off guard by her.

Alex catches his eye from across the room. And takes the fact that he’s looking at her a little too long as a sign that maybe he’s the guy.

She awkwardly waves at him, a shy smile on her face.

And Kenji’s breath catches just a little, because wow, that’s a pretty smile. Like, a lights up the room kind of smile.

And he finally collects himself enough to wave back, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

Before he knows it he’s walking over to her. He doesn’t know why, but he’s drawn to her. His feet just carry him there.

He stops at the table and they share an awkward laugh to break the tension.

“I’m Alex, I don’t know if Poppy told you my name. She sure kept yours a secret from me,” she laughs.

Oh, she must be on a blind date, Kenji thinks, but that smile of hers has him absolutely mesmerized by now. 

And Alex can’t believe how good looking this guy Poppy set her up with. She didn’t realize how much she was smiling at him until her jaw started to hurt a little.

“Kenji. Kenji Katsaros,” he smirks, offering his hand and taking the seat across from her.

He knows he should probably tell her that he’s not her date.

But he couldn’t help himself. He thought about coming clean, then going to another table and eating alone and in an instant his mother’s words were back in his ear, nagging and making him feel guilty.

Then he thought of another man sitting with Alex, making her smile the way she’s smiling at him now, while he would watch from his table.

And he puts it out of his mind, cause hey, the guy didn’t show up right?

They spend their night eating and talking.

Kenji spoils her by treating her to the best dishes at his favorite restaurant.

She’s kinda impressed when the owner comes out and greets him warmly.

They make each other laugh with cheeky one-liners and sarcastic comebacks.

And Alex catches Kenji off guard yet again with some personal questions.

“So what do you at home when there’s no one to impress?”

“Nothing special. I play video games, work out. And uh.. I like to cook.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my mom taught me, you should come over sometime, i make a killer yakisoba.”

And he buries his face in his hand, slightly embarrassed, because damn, how can this girl have him telling her things about his childhood that easily?

Kenji’s picking up the bill, and Alex insists they split it. Which impresses him yet again. He’s used to girls just sitting there letting him spoil them. How refreshing, he thinks. 

And Alex gets around to asking, “So how do you know Poppy, again?”

Kenji forgets that he’s stolen another man’s blind date and his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

In that split second Alex knows. “Do you even know Poppy?”

And he laughs awkwardly, pulling out a cute smile and apologizes, “You got me. But you did wave me over, yknow.”

“I thought you were my date!”

“Ok, but you did have a good time tonight, right?”

Alex tries her hardest to hold back a smirk, because this cocky bastard really was a great date that night.

“All right, so I did. Guess you’re lucky the guy never showed, huh?”

“Oh no, I think he did. There was some guy standing by the bar looking around confused.”

“Kenji!”

And he just grins at her, and she can’t help but grin back because let’s face it, Alex doesn’t really care. She had a great time out with Kenji.

As they get up to leave, he turns to her and says, “I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to call it a night just yet. You like to dance?”

More time with Kenji? Alex thinks, “I love dancing.”

He takes her to a club downtown, where the owner also knows him.

Alex raises an eyebrow at Kenji and he just winks back at her.

She rolls her eyes, but involuntarily grins.

They go in and start dancing to the music. 

Alex wasn’t kidding by the way, she loves dancing and doesn’t care.

She rushes ahead of Kenji and starts dancing to the fast beat. She loses herself in it, and lets herself get silly with her dancing.

And Kenji finds himself surprised by Alex yet again.

He just stands there for a second staring at her because she’s so unbelievably cute dancing like that.

He smiles a goofy kind of smile that he really has no control over.

Alex pulls him over and he starts dancing with her.

Slow music comes on and he pulls her in by the waist.

Now Alex is a little caught off guard.

She’s painfully aware of how close Kenji is.

And he’s shamelessly gazing into her eyes.

Alex is absolutely mesmerized by his beautiful gray eyes.

Before she realizes it she’s leaning in, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

And his lips are on hers, soft and slow, but passionate and a little desperate, like he’d been wanting to kiss her all night.

Kenji’s losing himself in her. His hands travel up her back pulling her closer. Their kisses get hungrier and needier.

The music stops, and another upbeat track comes on the sound system.

Kenji pulls away, his forehead still touching hers, and he can’t help but laugh, “Wow.”

Alex lets out a small laugh, a small puff of air, and Kenji sees her eyes still on his lips, “Buy you a drink?”

Hours later, Kenji takes her home.

“Not bad for a guy who stole a blind date, don’t you think?” he says smirking at her again.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your pretty little head.”

“Pretty, huh?” he says leaning in.

“Shut up.” she replies kissing him an extra long goodnight.

“I’ll call you. And I’ll actually ask you out on this one,”  Kenji says with a wink as Alex turns towards her door.

“You better.”

[thewollfgang]

I don't think I can take long vacations anymore. i just cried all over my cat because I missed him so much

[dyrwoodan]

there is something hm,, joyful about filling the board above my desk with my drawings. idk something about it makes me feel like a kid, just having a good time with drawing and then liking whatever is the outcome and still feeling somewhat proud of it. like, i still feel certain kind of pride and that’s probably why i put those drawings up there, as a reminder. but, i’m also, unfortunately, not a kid so the thought behind that is different and less joyful when i realize it because the thing is, i realized it in the first place and the kid would not. it feels like... wanting to go back to feel something but being unable to feel the exact feeling because the brain is just different than brain of that child and no matter how much i try to evoke some feelings some vibes i will never be able to evoke them because it’s not within my abilities anymore. that’s what’s upsetting me. thinking.

[bubilee]

hello (ignore the mess on the right)

[aprillikesthings]

things i can’t stop fantasizing about re: sex 

(this gets....kinda graphic)(lol I should have put this on the noods sideblog prolly OH WELL)

having a woman’s legs around my hips etc

rubbing my face on her thighs (among a hell of a lot of other places)

pushing her boobs up to kiss under them

boobs in general

feeling her come with my fingers inside of her

just generally making another woman come and getting to hear her and see her and feel her and know I did it (or that I at least helped lol)

pussyyyyyyyyy please just drown me I’ll die happy

kissing, god, I miss kissing

[femme-is-my-gender]

Okay. Just journaling on the world wide web ignore me

But when S and I moved to ATL I agreed (and was excited) to go even though that meant quitting a job that was my passion. I really loved my previous jobs and have a real passion for primates and there's just... Nothing where we are for me. Theres the zoo, which I would have to volunteer and beg and MAYBE get a position. And there's rehab centers around for wildlife but I pigeonholed myself into such a tight niche. I kind of don't have relevant experience for anything but what I was previously doing. And now I'm working at a vet office and the Dr likes me he wants to make me clinic manager but I don't like the job Im super depressed I knew it would be hard to find a relevant job here but I didn't know how hard it would affect me to not be doing my passion . And the primate blog was supposed to be a filler for that so I could fill my passion while I find my next big thing but it just makes me sad now and I can feel myself forgetting details of animals I loved and it feels like grief. Idk. We are talking about kids in the next few years and I want to be near family so our kids can feel connected to family bc I didn't as a kid but.. I also don't want to be where they are.

We are going back to tx and I'm going to volunteer at my old jobs and I know it will be so cathartic to see the animals again and s mentioned maybe me staying here for a while so I can work my passion while I keep applying to jobs in ATL but that makes me feel so guilty to quit my current job with no notice, leave S and our dog, and my family who were all so excited I moved back home. It would totally throw a huge wrench in our plans but it does sound really enticing. I would be alone here tho living with his family who are good to me it would be fine but it would be strange too. Going into this trip with very very strange feelings. Bittersweet and the trip hasn't even started yet.

[appelsiinilight]

I’m just blocking the OPs of every “why don’t people rebloooog (my art) anymooore” post. Just erased a few very mean paragraphs typed out in a primal rage, but to summarize: a “like” means someone enjoyed your post. A “reblog” means someone 1) enjoyed your post, 2) wanted to share it with others, 3) deemed it suitable content for their blog. It’s not just alright that reblogging happens less than liking; it’s the fucking law of nature that out of all the people who happen upon your post, only a fraction will enjoy it enough to want to make you aware of that fact, and only a fraction of those people will want to share it, too. And that’s Fine. Nothing in the whole damn world has ever been adored by all who came across it. Most People Who See Your Post Will Scroll By And That Doesn’t Make Them Unappreciative Swine. That Also Doesn’t Make Your Art Bad. It’s Normal And It Isn’t A Problem That Can Or Needs To Be Solved.

[lorettafryingpan]

fjord: don't do anything stupid

fjord: show me your walk

fjord:

fjord: maybe a little less

fjord, internally: pls save me

[hinoart]

lol saw that person saying take me to church and now all i can think is--take me to church/I'll worship like a nerd/at the shrine of your men/I'll tell you my sins and you can whip out your pen/Offer me that deathless death/And rebloooog, let me give you my life lol

i’m just laughing here at work coz the lyrics you had there threw me off so much LMFAO (i’m not sure if you did that on purpose but alsdkfja;sldkfj)

“Take me to churchI’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my life”

(COUGH COUGH i mean hahahah i do like the song |Dc )

[cataclysmic-entity]

Rebloooog (If you guys don’t agree that’s perfectly ok just don’t go all bat shit crazy-)

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES