#wow this is too long

[solitudeandseclusion]

i first listened to taylor swift when love story (2008) came out. i didn't know she "only writes about her exes" until speak now (2010). so yeah i liked taylor lautner. i disliked john mayer. i hated jake gyllenhaal. liked harry styles. tried to listen to more calvin harris. you get the gist.

but it wasn't until blank space (2014) that i took a step back and thought about what the media has been painting her as. and then the whole kanye-kim thing happened (2016). i already loved tom hiddleston & i hoped for great things which never happened. since then, i've never cared for who she dates. i never googled joe alwyn or tried to watch his movies. i don't care for travis kelce either.

it's not because i dislike them. i love joe's contribution to her albums & that he's an introvert. it's just that we've always just heard one side of the story. the other person never gets to say much (which is fine in some cases). but i am here to listen to that one side. because she writes well & that's all i care about. i decided not to mindlessly hate or love the people she dates. that's her job. i'll just listen to her songs & her side of the story. i don't even wanna speculate about what went wrong. i will read theories but won't spread them or believe them as the whole truth.

i thought of writing this down (for myself) so i could revisit this in april because i see the joe alwyn hate train gaining traction. i refuse to hate him. and i hope the album doesn't change that. because it will again be just her side of the story.

[flame-shadow]

hey did you know??? that if you stop stretching and maintaining mobility in your body then it goes away?? things get tight and you can't move the way that you used to??? and when you decide to try getting a stretch routine going that the first week fucking sucks because you keep going 'damn i used to be able to do this no problem' and then you have to switch gears and be kind to yourself and just focus on getting better from here instead of berating yourself for dropping the good habits in the first place??? and your body never stops aging so you gotta keep taking care of it and sometimes you gotta take care of it extra in certain areas because of things that happened when you were younger and it's boring and sometimes hurts but it's so necessary???

i am yelling this at myself right now i am going through An Experience (trying to get into a routine of body maintenance again for my physical and mental health)

[chloesimaginationthings]

William Afton is a master manipulator in FNAF..

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 2

[Pt. 1] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[baskeigh-ball]

i figured, if i was gonna get back into tumblr, i might as well do it by posting an entirely new thing that's unrelated to literally anything else i've been working on

[violent138]

Bruce showing someone his kids' pictures from when they were little: "And this is Jason--"

Jason: "That's a picture of Tim, actually--"

Bruce, fumbling with his wallet: "This is Barbara when she was younger--"

Babs: "Steph isn't even a redhead, how are you messing this up?"

Bruce: "This is Cass--"

Steph: "That's literally a cropped baby picture of you. What are you doing?"

Bruce: "You can't see it fully but this is Alfred with Dick--"

Damian: "That used to be a picture of me and Grandfather."

Bruce: "Here's a picture of Tim."

Batkids: *examining it*

Tim: "That... actually could be anyone."

Damian, simultaneously: "It's not ugly enough for Drake."

Bruce, oblivious to the fight breaking out: "And this is Duke."

Duke, spitting out water when he sees it: "How the hell do you have that?"

Dick: "Well at least he's two for ten."

Jason, going through the photos: "Why are some of these fucking stock photos?"

Dick: "You think that's bad? He's got a picture from the circus with Tim circled in the crowd."

[buttercupshands]

(Forgot to post again)

A birthday present for a friend :)

[grimsonandclover]

Backseat

2011!Art Donaldson x reader

Song of the post 'Diet Pepsi - Addison Rae'

Neither of you are very good at keeping your hands to yourself when you're on a road trip.

NSFW: MDNI

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The hum of the jeep and the cars driving past on the road were the only things that could be heard as Art drove. You sat in the passenger's seat, leaning an elbow on the center console, and your chin in your palm as you watched him. Eyes trailing his smirking side profile, the curl that bounced by his ear when he drove over speed bumps, and the bob of his Adam's apple when he swallowed. The hand that wasn't on the steering wheel was in yours, and you idly kissed his knuckles as you enjoyed his silent presence. Art didn't even comment on your staring anymore, long used to it. It would be hypocritical of him, anyway.

You were on a road trip of sorts, driving halfway across the country for a vacation. You could've flown. It would've given you a few extra days to stay home... but that means you couldn't make pit stops on long, empty stretches of road like you've done over the past day and a half. When you weren't furiously fucking each other in every seat of the car-- and sometimes outside of it-- you spent your time reading to Art, sharing playlists, or discussing the last movie or show you'd watched. You never tired of talking to him, and you never ran out of things to talk about. You were grateful you decided to drive instead.

The leftovers of your last detour was dripping into your panties, and while it was great for the first ten minutes after you continued driving, you decided it was time to properly clean up.

"Art, baby, can you pull over?"

The road was empty again, plains of sand and rock stretching far past the horizon on either side like a scene out of Dune, the occasional dried shrub sticking up from the soil like a frozen bolt of lightning. His foot lifted slightly from the gas, turning to look at you with an expression of disbelief. "Christ, again?" He scoffed an amused laugh. Eyebrows pulled back in slight disbelief at your apparent appetite. "We just did, baby."

"No, not for that. I need to change."

The words are spoken through a giggle, shaking your head. The car continues to slow down and he pulls over to the side of the road, his eyes pulling from the windshield to your ass when you turn and lean over to the back seat, reaching for your backpack where you packed a spare change of clothes. Art couldn't help himself, he just had to smack it.

You let out a yelp, reaching behind you to try and swat his hand away, his quiet laughter shaking his shoulders. "Your ass looks great in those jeans." Art has to physically restrain himself from grabbing or touching you again because it really does. They're ripped shorts, a DIY project of yours. You had accidentally cut them too short and now they were reserved for sweltering summers, and Art's eyes could never not drift to the peak of the curve of your butt under them when you'd wear them. Bending over how you were right now made the top of your underwear peak out, and Art's head fell back against his car seat headrest as he groaned "My girlfriend is so hot."

You gave up trying to reach the bag from the passenger's seat as it had fallen underneath, the fucker, forcing you to climb over entirely and finally zipping it open and check what you'd packed in it. You pull out little, lacy bloomer shorts tinged a baby pink and a bikini top in a matching shade. "What was I even packing for?" You question yourself out loud, holding the pieces up. Seriously, what occasion was past you trying to plan for? Sure it was summer, but you were still just on the road.

All your other clothes were packed into actual suitcases and you knew how much of a hassle it would be to open those up now, so, you just accepted you were gonna look like you were waiting to be shot by Petra Collins while on your way to...

"Baby, where exactly are we going to now?"

You can hear his laughter from the front seat again as you pull your top off over your head. You were constantly forgetting which state or city you were currently in or off to. "We're stopping in New Mexico, eventually," he starts reexplaining. You two have come to realize that if you'd stopped stopping so much, the trip would've already almost been over. "And we'll maybe reach Texas by tomorrow. Around an hour till we're at a hotel, babydoll."

Once your top is off and your bra follows (you genuinely couldn't remember the last time you'd washed it, it had to come off), you pull the bikini top over your head and adjust it. All the while, Art's watching through the rear-view mirror, eyes zoning in on your bare chest while you fumble with the strings getting caught in your earring. "You need help with that?"

His voice sounds far off, and you can almost see the drool pooling in his mouth. "No, I got it."

The soaked and sticky underwear comes off next, thrown into a spare plastic bag from some takeout, and the shorts come on. Almost.

"Wait." You hear from the front.

Art turns in his seat, unbuckling his seat belt. "New Mexico can wait."

If you had the ability at the moment, you'd be thanking any God there might be that there wasn't a car to be seen on the road, not a building for miles. Just the desert, a dehydrated shrub, and a horny couple going at it like wild animals on a car.

If you paid attention, you could feel sweat drip from Art's forehead to your bare shoulder as the deadly laser in the sky watched the two of you in shame. You'd be able to hear the slight squeak the Jeep made as it shook on its wheels. You could probably look around and spot a coyote or whatever resided in the New Mexico desert.

All you could feel was Art's cock ramming into you like it's the last time he ever can, and not the second time that day. His hip bone snapping against your ass, his hands gripping you under your bikini top, his slightly damp t-shirt pressing against your back, the subtle burn of the hot car metal pressing against the palms of your hands and cheek.

All you could hear was the soft 'ah, ah, ah' in your left ear where his panting mouth resided. Dirty sounds of skin slapping mixing with a distant bird singing somewhere and the hum of the engine. The scrape of his sneakers when Art's foot would slide a little against the asphalt with each urgent thrust. Even the small sound that came from your wetness squelching around him could be heard if you were paying attention.

You arrived to Texas a little behind schedule.

[unicornpopcorn14]

inspired by @sensitiveheartless comic

Thinking abt Dazai being infatuated with Chuuya's resting face after corruption.

Thinking about how he progressively ventured with how much he provided caring touches each time Chuuya is out cold.

These are the only moments he sees Chuuya completely resting, without anger or stress drawn onto his features. These are the only times Soukoku can even have silent moments between them, free of exclaims and insults.

The first few instances Dazai would just sit beside him, observe from afar the way his chest heaves and the blood trickles from his skin. The way he's completely vulnerable without a care in the world, like Dazai's presence is somehow grounding for him, safe. And isn't that the dumbest thing he'd ever concluded?

Then the Dragon Head conflict happens, and Dazai can't help but carress his hair, give him a sense of comfort after Chuuya just told him to never stop him. He doesn't hate it as much as he thought it would.

But then, as they resort to corruption more and more, he'd take a risk and hold his hand, maneuvering him to be more comfortable. It would be a pain to have Chuuya develop essential tremors for how his hands shake at these times, wouldn't it? So he'll keep them steady, never letting the blood stain the bandages, else Chuuya would figure him out.

The next time he'd hold Chuuya completely in his arms, because surely the ground can't be that comfortable, and he'd hate for his dog to get sclerosis or something.

And rarely, when they are truly alone, when Dazai is sure they're in the clear, he'd even lean forward so he's resting on Chuuya's shoulder, almost falling asleep himself. His coat is black, so it'd never show the blood smearing him everywhere. And Chuuya isn't that smart to reckon what happens when he falls asleep. It's fine.

Chuuya would be hurled the moment he conveys the smallest signs of waking up, even if he isn't waking up at all, and Dazai would collect himself with an inhale, struggling to fully accept his indulgence in these quiet moments, and knowing he'd miss them for how gradually shorter they're becoming.

And, in fact, Chuuya had already made the connection, seeing how he wakes up with blood smearing Dazai's white shirt, despite getting nullified solely by the wrist, and being wildely far away from Dazai every time at the result of being thrown, despite feeling like he was cozily held not a second earlier.

Though for how hard Dazai is trying to keep this from him, he doesn't find it in himself to be obnoxious about it. And really, he isn't awake for it anyways, so there isn't a risk of him gagging from how sappy this all is. He'll be lenient this once and grant the bastard what he guesses is some sort of comfort for him.

Thus he never brings it up.

[bu99erfly]

8 years with BLACKPINK ♡

[bread--quest]

It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.

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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!

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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.

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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER

hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic

keep reading

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Hey uh. Aren't you a company account? Why are you posting this

🦉 dark-owl-records

L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash

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Isn't Cecil literally gay?

🦉 dark-owl-records

he's homophobic

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he has a husband...

🦉 dark-owl-records

yeah and he won't fucking shut up about it

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🤫 cecils-private-blog

Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((

👁️ nvcr-official

Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url

🤫 cecils-private-blog

HOW DID YOU SEE THIS

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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk

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op i know this is a joke but one time i was in the ralphs dairy aisle and there was some butter up on a really high shelf and someone said "don't worry, i'll get it" and i turned around and it was fucking tamika flynn

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fake story :/

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No it's true I was there

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TAMIKA FLYNN??

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what the fuck is happening on my post

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👁️ nvcr-official

can you guys please stop sending cecil weird shit... i don't want to have to explain to my boss what a dilf is

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🐚 mariella-shella

Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!

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omg mariella!!! missed u so much girl glad ur back!

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i miss me too

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😎 Anonymous asked: Response to the homophobic allegations?

🎙️ cecilpalmer

Huh??

🎙️ cecilpalmer

@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?

👁️ nvcr-official

uhhhh dont worry about it buddy

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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo

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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post

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how's it going op

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i miss my family

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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol

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you were really hot

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FUCK YEAHHHHHH

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just a reminder that new residents of east night vale are fully welcome to interact with this blog!!!! you will not be harassed and any hate will be blocked. this blog is safe even if this town isn't sometimes <3

🌻 sunflowergirl Follow

This is so sweet, thank you so much! Just so you know, even though it's officially called East Night Vale now, a lot of people still call it Desert Bluffs! Just thought you might want to know :)

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i'm not calling it that sorry

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What??? Why??

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just kind of sucks. as a name

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?????????

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what does this mean....

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another great post from huntokar herself

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you don't like pine cliff? 👻 oo ooo?

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NIGHT VALE SWEEEEEP

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Hi everyone!! Since Twitter went down, I figured I'd try my hand at this Tumblr thing! I'm so excited to meet all of you!! Hope you're ready for some pictures of CENTIPEDES!! Feel free to AMA about the Smiling God!

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[rlorbiter]

Man that long long break made me forget how much of an iron grip these guys had on my heart, Toronto was such a great show!!! \m/

[lotus-lamps]

tysm the weekly light for giving me motivation to draw LMAO

a lil messy but thats ok. it was a lot of fun so thats all that matters haha (I LOVE RENDERING AND DO THE LIGHTING AND ALL THAT SHIT ITS SO FUN) rip mothy gilbert also had too much fun ig lmao

[discount-kirishima]

You're an angel, I'm a dog

Or you're a dog and I'm your man

You believe me like a god

I'll destroy you like I am

[violent138]

Batfamily member's civilian identity becomes some serial killer's target because it fits some profile. Cue said murderer going after this member of the Batfamily, earning a very shocked and mildly exasperated set of swear words and then getting their ass kicked. The Batfamily member doesn't even bother calling the cops, just tosses the would be killer in the back of their car (which has bloody gloves in the seat and weird files on people), leading the murderer to conclude they're in the presence of a much worse serial killer.

Tldr: Outsider POV fic where a Batfamily member earns the undying adoration of an actual murderer and it's a slow, convoluted process to getting the evidence to arrest them while also protecting their secret identity.

[katabay]

”—ah. seems like mother goose has been playing around in your egg salad. if you won’t dance to that tune, I got others.”

honestly, the would you kindly scene is whatever to me*, code yellow is the more interesting violation/betrayal of the body because of how beautifully it escalates the Fontaine reveal/betrayal and shows how ugly some of those ‘locks and keys’ that Tenenbaum mentions are. not only have you been a tool in another man’s hand this entire time, it goes deeper. your body is not your own.

*there used to be a meandering thought here about the would you kindly scene, but it was really just talking around the fact that I spent way too many years seeing people discuss it in the most insufferable and reductive ways possible when it’s a combination of three or four other things that make that moment compelling lmao

collage credits: heart one/heart two

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