#your blog is delightful always!!!

[lurking-loaf]

Surprise! They wanted to bring you this pumpkin and when I say they bring you I mean sun makes a cute pose as moon carries all the weight

Awww! Thanks for the pumpkin! I am sending Sun and Moon back to you with something we quickly put together over here.

Hopefully Sun will be a little more helpful on the return trip.

[queenofbaws]

I know I said my previous request would be my last one for the cable car series, but with each prompt fill being better than the last, I can't help but come back for more. I've been eatin' good so far, so I'm gonna double down and ask for dessert - a fifth and final part to the saga! I'd love to see a post-kiss heart-to-heart/true confession from Chris and Ashley. Something that dialogue-heavy might be a bit much for six sentences, though, so maybe save it for one of those long prompt weekends?

not-quite-six sentence weekend :P

(once upon a time, in a cable car not so far away...)

"So," they somehow managed to say at precisely the same time - Chris and Ashley, Ashley and Chris - neither the cold nor the heights nor the earth-shattering reality of what had just happened in the dimly lit cable car proving enough to override the wavelength they so often shared. The moment led to another (both telling the other to go ahead), led to another (both saying no, no, no, you first), led to another still (averted eyes and vague hand gestures, half-formed words that all sounded suspiciously like giggles). Then the cable car was quiet.

For a moment, anyway.

"So," Chris tried again, "how about this weather we're having?"

Ashley groaned, or sighed, or did both at the same time, it was hard to parse. Still, she found it within herself to sit up straight, all her earlier worries about this trip long forgotten. "Really, Chris?" she asked, keeping her voice playfully flat. "Really?"

"Really! I mean, check it. It's really, uh, weathering out there. As far as the eye can see."

"Sure is."

"I mean, someone should call the news. This weather? This right here? I mean...someone's gotta report on this stuff, Ash. It's not every day you see something like this." It took him longer than he would've liked, but he scrounged up courage enough to glance her way, feeling his insides do the usual flip-flop as he watched her shake her head, roll her eyes, laugh. It bolstered him enough to swallow that last bit of anxiety down, and that, along with the memory of her lips warm against his, ended the crummy joke. "Also? That was, uh, nice."

Ashley nodded slowly, waging a very similar war inside herself. "Yeah. Yeah, it was."

"The kind of nice," he continued, feeling a little bit like one of those bomb defusers crime shows loved using for some reason, "thaaat I could...get used to. I-If you also could...get used to...it, I mean."

She dropped her face into her hands for an instant, still laughing, still nodding, and when she sat back up, she forced herself to meet his eyes. "I could also get used to it, yeah. Super used to it, in fact."

"I - oh! Well. Neat! I guess - "

Which was of course when the slow jams Josh had been piping in over the hidden speakers suddenly cut out, giving way to the evil emcee himself. Whatever he'd used to hook the things up, the connection wasn't great, so there was a staticy, old-timey radio quality to his teasing that only made the situation feel that much more surreal.

"Heeello again, ladies and gents. This is your captain speaking, informing you that you will be reaching the summit - and the scenic Blackwood Pines estate - in about three minutes. Please be sure to dispose of all garbage in the designated receptacles, keep your hands and feet inside the ride and all times, and for the love of Christ, if you haven't already had some gross Hallmark movie moment in there, you better get that shit out of your combined systems NOW, before I have to deal with you for the whole weekend.

"Quick notes to help that process along: Ashley, I'm sure you're wondering whether I found all those darling love poems in the notebook you accidentally left at my place last week. Yes. I did. You're probably also wondering if I have the balls to read them out loud. Yes. I do. And Cochise. Sweet, precious Cochise. This is my reminder to you, my man, that there are appropriate and inappropriate things to say to a lady before, after, and during a romantic embrace. Appropriate things include but are not limited to - wow, you're gorgeous; I've wanted to do this for such a long time; and it's you and me against the world, baby. Inappropriate things, as we've been over many, many times, include - but again, ARE NOT LIMITED TO - hubba hubba awooga; aw geez; and neato!"

Ashley snorted so hard she startled herself, jumping in her seat.

Chris, on the other hand, was less amused. "...I mean technically 'neat' isn't the same as 'neato,' sooo..."

"Now, I didn't think to rig this shit up to be two-way, so I can only assume you're both saying 'Okay Josh, that makes sense Josh, you got it, Josh,' over and over again in there. When you get to this station, God as my witness, there better not be one iota of romantic tension left between you, or - "

The speakers squawked once and died out as they hit a slight bump in the line, but where there had been panic the last time that happened, now there was only relief. Chris turned to Ashley, Ashley turned to Chris, and while their faces were still much too red for how cold it was inside the cable car, things felt absolutely, undoubtedly, utterly perfect.

...for a moment, anyway.

"So...love poems, huh?"

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: May 4

"The Ultimate Jedi Who Wastes All the Other Jedi and Eats Their Bones" by The Mountain Goats

[doodlingcrayon]

I'm so sorry, I didn't have the spoons to draw this one beyond the outline but I remembering seeing this post from @incorrect-dnd-classes and almost hollered because it mapped perfectly to Lucy (fighter), Finley (warlock), and Edgar (wizard)

[the-darkest-carnival]

Welcome to the Greatest Show Unearthed!

L̸̫̤̈́̈́a̵͉̼͊͆d̶͎̟̐i̵͇͝e̸̡͈͛s̷̜̉ ̸͔̈́̀á̶̯̾n̵͓͎̐̄d̸̤̒͗ ̸͇͛̏g̶̖̝͗̋e̷̖͈̒̄n̴̘̍͝ț̴̟̽l̷͆ͅe̴̪̎ḿ̷͎̕e̵͕̎n̶͉̭̄̏!̸̧̰̏̃ ̴̨̼̽B̶̧͆o̶̲̮͗ÿ̸̫͚́s̸̢̥̽̕ ̴̖͇̂̒ạ̴̛̬͐n̷̙̠͗̍d̵͖̤̕ ̸̩̈́g̴͔̔͘ẖ̶͖̆o̵̳̗͊ù̴͇l̶̟̈́͘s̷͈̕!̸͓̔̆ ̶̰̉S̶̻͎̐t̴̹͔̕̚ḛ̷̅͜p̸̡̞̋̉ ̵͓͐ř̵̡̹i̷̯̤͌́g̵̛̜̩h̴͉̪͑̊t̴͖͔̉ ̸̫̥̈́̉u̶͍̿p̶̡̩̆!̷͇̹̏͝ ̷̨̗͆͠B̶̈ͅe̸̳͌h̸̜͒i̸͖̅͠n̵̩͑ḓ̶̹͑̈́ ̵̺̀̉͜t̴̩̠́h̸̩̊̈́ì̸͎͆s̵͈͛̚͜ ̴̳̏̓c̷̳̪̈́ụ̶̼̾͛r̵̻̋t̴̜̲͒a̷̹̦̓i̴̫̒̀n̷̼͗ ̶͇͎̄́l̶̦͇̅i̷͙͔͌̚e̵̘̠̓̔s̸̜̎ ̷̰͗̆ă̶̲ ̵̹̈́g̴͚̗͂͐h̸̘͗ä̷͓́͜s̷̭͎̈́͆t̴͉̮̕l̵̦̰̋͘y̵̖̚͜ ̶͈̺̽̎c̴͉̩̀o̸̖͛́n̵̮̪̉̈ć̸̗ő̵̦c̸̝̃ͅṫ̷͙̰i̵̲̚o̴̤͙̿͝n̷̑ͅ ̴͔̹̓ȏ̵̲f̷̟̘̉̍ ̷̨̿̕D̴̹̏e̴͇̻̽l̸͈̃i̶̳̽g̴̢̺̑̒ḧ̵̺́t̷̬̋̅,̴̨̊ ̵̻̰̉̑H̷̻̊ͅŏ̶̙̘͐ŕ̶͇ŗ̵͎̔o̶̪͋r̸̳͆̀,̷̞̐̂ ̸͔͕̋F̷̥̽a̶̗̖͂̓n̵̝̞̊t̴̨̪̎̈́à̵͖͈̓s̷̤̉y̷͙̌̓ ̵̭̏͂a̷̢̓̿n̵̘̺̋ḏ̸̌ ̵̝͙̈́t̶̰̊e̴̡̳̒͠r̴͚̗̋ṟ̶̓̈́͜ò̷̫r̷̞͒̓.̶̭̉.̵̘̼͊.̷̭̓ ̴͈̜͑͊Y̶͔͋o̵̢͒ȕ̶͎r̶̺͉̒ ̴̼̝͌e̷̻̻͠v̷̨͑e̶̝̘͑ȓ̵̲̉y̷̔͜ ̷̡̈́͛ͅw̷̔ͅį̶͝s̷̗̣͌͠h̶̯̓̚ ̴̱̘̈́î̷̲ş̸͚̓ ̵̭̚ọ̴̪͆͝ù̴̗̉ȓ̸͇͜ ̵͚͘͝c̵̺͐̍o̸̡̥͒m̸̲̭̓͆m̶̛̯͙̿a̴͉̮̔̽n̵̤͈̄d̶̺̉ͅ!̴̜̌ ̵̭͒Ỵ̸̈o̷̦͐̃ͅṷ̵̦͗̈r̷̲̮̎ ̴͔͂͘e̷̪͈͌̊v̶̖͌͒ḙ̶̒r̸͓̭̉̔y̵̢͙̓͆ ̴̟̟̓̊w̵͚̩̃h̵̢̍̈́͜i̴͇̋m̵̩̃̕͜s̷͓̋̀͜ĩ̷̕ͅc̴̢̩̈́͝ä̶̲l̶̀̈ͅ ̶̘̀d̵̉̈͜ͅê̷̜͇̈́s̸̗̱̏ì̵̥r̸̙̅͜e̶͖̋͜ ̵̙̐b̶̙̓̒r̵̖̀͂ö̷̥́u̶̫̽ĝ̵͙̕h̶͇͋ṫ̶̢̮̎ ̴͙͗͌ṯ̸̒̚o̷̺͓̽̔ ̴͓̽͝ļ̷̼͑͑ï̴͚f̸̡̿ě̶̡.̵̘̅̓ ̷͓̟̓B̵͉̂ů̵͕͊t̵̩̓ ̸̡̿Í̴̭̈́'̵̅ͅṁ̸̢͚ ̶͕̗̑ẅ̵̢́̂ā̴̞͠ŕ̷͈n̴͓̬̔̐i̴̙̠͆ń̴͚̤͋ĝ̷̤͛ ̵̙̬̑y̷̧̱̓ỏ̷̹ủ̵͎.̷̬̈́.̶̙͂.̸̻̔ ̷̩̩͠T̶̖͍̂̄h̶̢̬̔e̴̛̥̪͛r̸̰͎̋́ę̷͉̍̚'̸̧̝̀̾s̴̩̅ ̸̜̽̆a̵͈̓l̸̡͖̂̒ẁ̷͕̮̈́ạ̶͝y̸͖͉̆s̸̖̯͑ ̷̨̑à̵̺̤̆ ̶͎͆p̷̛̬̙͠r̸̀͛ͅi̸̦̘̓c̸̜̠̓e̶̦͌̇ I will be your ringmaster! It is my pleasure to welcome you all to our darkest carnival! Are you ready? Then just follow the parade of dancing skeletons! Its full of ghoulish delights, around every corner!

Dont tell your parents you're here. They will surely be mourners...

I will be your tickettaker! Come inside! Its a dream...

Enter the funhouse of mirrors! No one can hear you scream...

We will supply anything, that your heart desires!

B̴̡̬̯͎̠͎̣͓̺̞̝̜̠͇̞̋̐ͅͅu̷̢̖̳̞͐̏̽́̿́̀͊͘̚͠t̴̩̹̺̤͍͌̅̑̍̂̀̅̎͝͝ ̴̧͈̙͎̖̞͓͕̼͖͈͍͚̰̥́̎́̍̉̾̔̍̉̿̎̌̒͘͝ţ̵̻̣̘̬̾̆̅̾̓̽̋̂͑͂̈́̆̏͛̚h̵̨̝̥̣̦̠͗̓̈́̃̉̂̍͝͠e̷͖̰̺̗͉̖͉̳̠̠̫̻̭͓̣̔̋̾̂͌͊̊͆ͅ ̴͍̮͓̮̎ċ̸̢̧̛͇͇͎̟̭̰̺̦̫̳͍̳̥̮͖̿̏̎̋͊̀̈́̚͝͝o̷̧̥̗͚͕̫̻͕̯͒̓͂͠ṉ̶̡̢̢̛̫̝͇̙̖̭̠͉̙̞̦̘̓̈̌̌͆̃̕͘͝s̷͈͗͐̚͠ě̴͉̎̿̏̈́͂̂̏͐̒̽̏̌͐̇͝q̴̧̡̧̥̝͇̟̬̖͍̳̠̖̘̟̂̉͐̀̒̓̊́̆͒̒̇́͘͝ͅṵ̶̧̧̝̰͎͓͍̱̖̹͍̟̼̿͂͐̕̚͠ȅ̴̱̮̟̖͖̖̤ņ̶̲̗͕̗͎͓̗̯̫̘̗̣̽̄͂̂͌̿́̚͠ç̵̢̡̢̩̫̜̩̝̣̬̠̣̹̈́̿͊ĕ̸̡͍͙͙͈̗͔̰̤͓͍͍̫̾͊̔͐̓̌͗͒͐̈́͛s̶̘̦͚̲͗͋̏͐͂ ̴̧̨̨̥̣̻͕̙̬͙͙̭̎̑̀̀̏̈́̐̓͐̚͠w̶̝̻͉͋į̸̧̛͕͎̙̭̫̇̌̌̽̿́̂̏̚͝ͅĺ̸̰͇̤̮̙̟̘̟̹̭̿̾̽͆̾͆̀̆̄̃͌͜l̸̡̢̖̲̘̝̙̬̳̼̹̞͖̳̭͂̆̈́̉̈́̓̋̓͘ ̷̡͓̤̲̟͙͈̒s̶̢̢̛͍͔̯͕̥̺̱͉̭͖͚͈̓́͑́̇̏̔͝ͅư̸̧̡̰͔͓̮̗̻̪̭͚̙͋͂̏͑̔r̶̖̭̱̘̤̫̫̳̦͉͖̭̀͝ͅé̴͕͖͎͑͋̾̀̄͐̂̀͑͊͆͝͝ͅͅl̶̫̜̘̰̟̯̦͛̋͊͛͛̉̍̐͂͜y̴̖̠̭͇͇̅̓͒̈́͠ͅ ̸̝͈̪͍͎͙̘̫̦̖̔̉́̌̀͋̑̄͛̀̒̚͜b̶̦̠̅̔͒̇͐̓e��̡̧͈̻̗̥̮̖̺̘̳͇̙̖̭́̀̈́̈̽͗͐̈͘͝ ̴̛̱̬͈̫̮̣̬̣̦̩̙̻̳͙̾̍̍̊́̑̔̂̎͑͛̈́́̍̾̓d̵̢̛̪̤͇̰͉͇̥̯̩͚̮̤͈̖̿̏͌͑͋͑̔͝͝͝ͅi̸̡̨̩̙͕̯̬̗̤͓̣̜̼͔̔̉͗̆̐̚͘ͅͅͅr̸̨̡̡̡̡̳̤̲͓͎̰͔̞͖̗̰͙͆͒e̸̥̪͔̜̲̳̱̤̤̊̔̽̈́́͛͌͊̈́.̸̰̟̣̤͓͙͂͊͛̿͗̈͋̔̈́̓͆̚͘ͅ.̵̢̡̛͕̱̝̝̫͎̾͆̅̀͊͛͋̓͒͊͝.̵̨̦̙͖̲̪̟̼̟͔͍͊͐̄͌͊͗̑̈́͐̈́̍ Welcome to the lower birth! The greatest show unearthed We appear without a sound. The darkest show around! We will leave you in a daze! Madness, murder, dismay! We will disappear at night, with blood on the concrete.... Come inside! For the ride! Your deepest darkest fears. The best night! Of your life! Ỹ̷̢̆̎͜ǫ̷̯̍̕͜u̴͓̦̠̓̃́'̴̗͍̟͠ṙ̸͕e̴̪͒̑ ̷̳̏̑̈́n̷̮̤̹͊ȅ̶̘̭̋v̴̫̅̏ȅ̸̛̖̜̓r̷͚͗ ̴̡͓͌l̵̡̼̂̈͐ë̸͙a̸͕̪͐ṿ̸̟̏i̶̱̥̤͂͝n̸̰͝g̶̘̙̋͜͠ ̶͎͓͘h̶͕̳̊́̈e̵̫͝ṛ̷̈́ḙ̸̋̋͑!̷̛͎̟͔̃ The unknown! The unseen! Is what you're gonna find. Witness this! Witness that! Until you lose your minds!

[gooopy]

hi i love how u draw ur ocs and the way u give them personalities and interests and everything ough!! they seem so real and well developed and its wonderful!! have a beautiful day. and use this as a chance to ramble about them if you want to :)

!!!!!!!! AUAUAUUUUU THIS IS SOOOO SWEET THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! I APPRECIATE THIS A LOT TY!!!!!!!! ohhhh im so glad you like them i never really thought to post about them im so so soooo glad that you enjoy their vibes and that they seem realistic!!!!!!!! AAGAGAGGA!!!!!! ouhhhhh brother im stimming its epic for meeeee!!

you made em blush!!!!!!! im so glad my characters are realistic oggg i really strive for that!!! i always make sure theyre real stupid with some stuff and real smart with other stuff, and i always give them at least one thing to be autistic about. for scully, hes good at cooking and he sucks with talking and hes autistic about knives and meat!!!! teddys good at talking to people and keeping from rocking the boat, but in the story he struggles to do more morally grey things (not because of morals, hes just got no idea how to go about kidnapping someone or torturing them for answers! he gets better at it though) and hes autistic about taking photos and also he really likes pastries theyre yummy treats for him that he cannot resist!

ohhhh i have a few other guys such as jude and sterling that are also awesome but just havny been on the noggin. judes a weird little dork mortician with medical trauma and they have a pet turtle that they love sooo much and sterlings a guy who fucking sucks hes a little office boy and hes homophobic and transphobic but it mostly just hurts him because hes absolutely a trans woman without realizing and he was in an unhappy hetero marriage where he kept hooking up with men then feeling shame for it. and hes divorced about it not only literally but in soul and spirit.

AND! while im here heres scully and teddys playlists!!! mostly based on lyrics and vibes as opposed to tune (and as a bonus heres sterlings, but jude doesnt have a well fleshed out playlist rn)

[kellystar321]

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[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/718372361167110144/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“Oh, no, not at all,” he smiled, as he forked himself another bite of rice and onion, saying, “It’s actually a pretty easy recipe, my ma taught it to me when I was younger, I thought you might enjoy it!” He hoped she did; he wasn’t sure if she’d like cooked fish versus raw (especially with all the seasonings and spices), but he thought he’d try anyways.

Of course, he could see that the rice and onions and peppers weren’t exactly to her taste, given the way she ate around them, but he wasn’t too hurt over that-he took a gamble, and it didn’t pay off. If nothing else, he figured, the next time he fixed her dinner, he’d perhaps try something different as a side, something more to her taste.

Still, it was proving to be a lovely date: The fish came out nicely, the candles gave the room more of a romantic touch, and it felt as if the band playing down the street was playing just for them...he could hardly think of anything that could make it even better, but he did have something of an idea.

“Do sirens ever drink anything?” he asked curiously, as he set his fork down on his empty plate-perhaps they didn’t need to drink, given their aquatic home, but he felt curious to enough to ask-he had some non-alcoholic sparkling apple cider downstairs that he had a bit of a hankering for, and thought he would see if she’d like to try it.

[alintheshitposter]

3, 17, 27 🥺👉👈

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Puh, da ist es mega schwer, sich auf eins festzulegen, weil ich auf keins ganz besonders und doch irgendwie auf alle generell stolz bin. Ich bin stolz, dass ich so viel geschrieben und veröffentlicht habe, ich bin stolz, dass ich Ende September/Oktober fast einen ganzen Monat lang jeden Tag ein Drabble geschrieben und gepostet habe, ich bin stolz, dass ich so viele verschiedene Pairings und Charaktere geschrieben habe, ich bin stolz, dass ich das erste mal sowas wie Smut geschrieben habe und ich bin stolz, dass ich Teil dieser tollen Community sein darf, in der so viele Leute die Geschichten lesen, mir nette Kommentare schreiben und sogar Fanart zeichnen. Das alles ist einfach das größte Geschenk und macht mich sehr sehr glücklich :)

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Definitiv Justus! Auf ihn kann ich so schön all meine eigenen Issues projecten🥴 Außerdem verdient er mehr Liebe und die will ich ihm geben <3 Honorable mentions: Skinny und Hugenay. Skinny, weil er so komplett anders ist als alle anderen. Und Victor, weil er Franzose ist und ich es sehr mag, ihn französisch sprechen zu lassen😌

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Entweder gar nichts oder irgendwas, was zur Stimmung passt. Am besten nicht mit zu viel Text oder so, dass man den gut ausblenden und sich auf die Musik konzentrieren kann. Bzw eben nicht drauf konzentrieren kann und die einfach im Hintergrund so mitdudelt. Viele Songs haben es nur in meine Top Spotify Songs geschafft, weil ich sie für das Schreiben einer Geschichte immer wieder auf Dauerschleife gehört habe. Ganz besonders in Erinnerung geblieben sind mir Till I See You Again von UNSECRET für On brûlera (Cotta/Hugenay) und Horizons Into Battlegrounds von Woodkid für Wasserdampfwolken (Justus/Bob).

[gimmick-blog-bracket]

Now for the final round!

@hellsitegenetics

I love them

I didn't know I needed to know that the weed-smoking girlfriends post was genetically a wolf, but I did, and I do. Also puts great stuff on my dash.

it’s so fun to be scrolling unhinged posts and then boom. an organism!

so many moths‼ also, unexpected comedy with some of the matches

perfect blend of silly and informative, and makes for an excellent punchline at the end of a long post. puts creatures on my dash. literally what more could you ask for

It's a really unique blog concept and a lot of times the results are pretty funny. It's great when the sequence matches the post content too!

Creatures 👍

Finds beautiful creatures out of the mess of the hellsite

Offers finality AND gives us a creechur.

I love them. English speakers talk like moths

If this blog wins, they could run the text of the winning announcement, and determine the post's genus and species!

They're also very good about tagging the type of creature depicted in the results, so as long as you mute tags of creatures you don't want to see, it's a very fun time seeing iconic legacy posts (and new submissions) being reduced down to a string of letters and assigned a random species of fish or moth or something!

uhh it’s cool

BLAST

There are so many weird bugs in the world

Yippee!!

If, as Haldane said, God has an inordinate fondness for beetles, then surely this blog proves that Tumblr has an inordinate fondness for moths.

Top tier blog as a geneticist, I love seeing obscure organisms and MOTH

Admin got rate limited after trying to blast the bee movie

the knowledge of biology to pull this off (i have taken one biology class in my life) and also the work to find all the strings honestly deserves quite a bit of praise

This gimmick blog has it all: science, pictures of animals, interaction with the text of other peoples' posts, interesting information, and a unique and fun premise. As a biologist, I'm rooting for hellsitegenetics to reach the end and take the tournament, because it is truly a standout among gimmick blogs.

If they win, perhaps this blog too shall become a cool organism :3

@hasgavlebockenburneddownyet

What's more happy holiday cheer than cheering on the destruction of a giant straw goat?

The birds may have won 2023, but I believe in humanity's capability for arson for 2024 <3

a vote for me is a vote for arson! This message was approved by hasgavlebockenburneddownyet

gavle is SUCH a public service and holiday feature

what's more tumblr than comical destruction and holidays?

sometimes you just gotta vote with your matchsticks

Bringing a cultural staple to tumblr since 2021

Arson is so much more fun

It would be really funny and ironic if it survives the tournament

you have no idea how much joy watching the chronicling of the gavlebocken brings me every year

hasgavlebockenburneddownyet provides an essential public service

always love seeing a bit of Swedish history on my dash 'Swedish bamboo season'

the goat account is peak gimmick blog

If I don't get to beat the goat then nobody does. -pointless-achievements

Never ask Tumblr to choose between lies and arson! The winner threatens by nature to rip apart the very fabric of our DNA!

goat statues made out of straw are exciting and interesting

I wanna see things burn

the goat is an essential part of tumblr culture and the goat blog is a sacred keeper of the tumblr high holidays

watching to see if the big straw goat has burned down each year is a true delight, something I never knew existed until tumblr and the blog dedicated to it

the incredibly focused nature of @/hasgavlebockenburneddownyet is what makes their gimmick superior.

Please guys bite gavlebocken

Look, I'm Danish. I was put on this earth to annoy the Swedes and vice versa, but even I voted for @/hasgavlebockenburneddownyet

gavlebocken is also such a fun name and this blog informed be about its existence, so for that I am grateful

hasgavlebockenburneddownyet is providing a vital service! Every year, people rely on their updates regarding the fate of our most beloved Yule Goat! How could they NOT deserve the win!?

sacred anti-corporate arson

a vote for gävlebocken is a vote for anarchy!

pls vote for them they're the funniest gimmick keeping track on the funniest phenomena in recent human history, like when i look at their acc i think to myself this is what tumblr was created for

the goat is the GOAT

HASGAVLEBOCKENBURNEDDOWNYET DESERVES TO WIN, I have them on post alert for a REASON

the holiday season wouldn't be the same without them

they do important reporting. Do you look at the news and be like 'the reporters aren't doing work they're just telling you whats happening.' Have some respect for the goat news

let the weird burnt sacrificial ritual of it all appeal to you

nothing makes my December more interesting, arson should win

doesn't barge in on other peoples posts which is always a good thing in my books. not a fan when obnoxious gimmick blogs turn a decent post into a garbled mess

[feralbeeast]

PURPLE :)

PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.

💜 ! :))))))

[thirtheenprimes]

I love you people I followed on accident and have no idea what you're talking about half the time but it looks fun. I love you people I followed for one specific reason but it turns out we have a lot of interests in common. I love you people I follow who I like and reblog so much from that I worry I'm annoying until I remember it's super easy to block people. I love you people I forget I'm following because you only post/reblog once every 5 months. I love you people I follow that I didn't know you follow me too and realizing that we're mutuals makes me kick me feet like a school girl. I love you people I followed for whatever reason and now never post/reblog anything I find interesting/amusing/relatable but you are my online friend that I don't talk to and I'm no quitter (and it's nice to see you having fun out there). I love you people I second hand follow because someone I follow reblogs a lot of your stuff and I'm too lazy to follow you directly.

[vellichorom]

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE TO GIVE THAT MAN HIS FAT BACK & HOW CUTE THIS IS !!!!! OH THANK YOU FOR CONTRIBUTING AT ALL !!!!!!!!

there's so much i like about this, including the single hair streak sticking out there, the EXTRA fluff to his head, the style choice of his thin & small, though prominent eyes, & HOW, though drawn simple, everything comes across so very nicey; he's got a very SOLID, though soft figure that i do appreciate seeing,

i also love how he looks like he's bored or just chilling. SUCH a good look for him,

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR MAKING ANY CONTRIBUTION WHATSOEVER! OUGH !!!!!

draw thierry

fat.

& maybe even give him some boobs. for Me

[katsukikitten]

Togame Jo has always been in the back of your mind and maybe that's why you accidentally text him instead of your best friend, otherwise why else would he show up to your house so late in the evening? inspired by @kingkatsuki adding onto a general "diary entry" to my blog .

A good finger fucking until I cry would fix me

A random thought you text to your friend before you toss your phone on your nightstand, groaning into your pillow with disgust over how horny you were over nothing at all.

It was just ovulation week of course, leaving you weepy and wet at your lashes and between your thighs. Dolphin shorts riding up as you reach for a shirt on the ground that you've stolen from your crush. The last time you'd seen him you'd gotten caught in the rain coincidentally near his apartment and so he invited you in until the storm passed, your clothes dried and neatly folded placed into a bag as he walked you to the train stop while you wore his shirt and sweats. You promised you'd return it nice and clean.

You both knew that was a lie.

Dressing quickly so you could finish cleaning up your apartment before dinner, take out on its way in about a half an hour and you needed to find your cash stash to tip the poor man when he got here.

Washing dishes, taking out trash, sweeping and even picking up your living room that was neglected through the week all before the doorbell rings.

Smiling as you go to open the door, ten in your hand, as you hum happily thinking about your favorite oversized meal. Except when you swing the door open the delivery man isn't there.

It's Togame, your crush.

He stands tall even as he hunches a little. Plastic bag of your delivery on the wrist of the hand in his pocket while the other idly scrolls his phone. Yours pings, the delivery driver sending a picture of the hand off, to Togame, and kind message thanking you for the large tip.

He looks up at you, just over the rim of his circular glasses that sit on the edge of his nose.

"Ya always answer the door like that, sweetheart?" He asks locking his phone as he looks you up and down, deep emerald gaze noticing his old band shirt that swallows your body. He isn't sure you're wearing anything underneath, he smiles and runs his hand through his hair to his undercut before he's pushing his way past you. Entering your apartment as if it were second nature and not his first time here.

Stopping in the genkan to shove off his geta that match his dark cotton samue paired with his flashy Shishitoren letterman jacket. Walking to the living room to set down the takeout on the kotatsu before the rummages through your cabinets for plates.

"Togame?"

"Yea?"

"What are you doing here?" With how comfortable he makes himself in your home, you almost forgot you barely know him and that you're dressed in a shirt you never returned, pulling down the hem a bit more since your shorts hardly cover your ass.

"M here to 'fix ya.'" He tilts his head at you, wondering why you're lingering by your entry way, "Like ya asked."

"Like I asked?" A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, prickling at the nape of your neck.

"Yea, wouldn't want you texting anyone else your problems sweetheart. Least not ones like that." He sets the two plates and two sets of utensils down on the counter while he opens the fridge. Delighted to find a beer bottle that he opens with his teeth, before bringing one of the glass bottles to his lips for a sip. Grabbing for the plates and returning to the living room to settle in. Tossing his glasses and jacket onto your bed that lies a few feet from the kotatsu looking over his shoulder while he makes your plate.

"Ya coming?"

"Togame...I-" You let out a shaky breath, there's no way you texted the wrong person. You texted your friend your born again virgin woes, right?

Right??!!!

"Shy now?" He chuckles, pulling out his phone, holding it up so you can see the message that he received and sure enough it reads, a good finger fucking would fix me.

"THAT-" You bap at his phone knocking it from his hands as if that could make him unsee it, make him forget all about your lewd request, "That was NOT meant for you."

"Oh?" His jade eyes are cat like, narrowing for a moment in an emotion you can't place, "Who was it meant for? Surely not someone from Bofurin."

He takes another swig from his bottle, long fingers around the neck that he tightens over the thought. He knew no one from Bofurin could please you the way Togame knew he could, especially not that one with headphones and suckers.

Togame would much rather you be sweet on Sako, least then he was a Shishitoren.

"It was meant for a friend! It was like- like a joke between girls." Your confession shouldn't make his cock twitch in his pants, he palms at it and doesn't bother to be subtle.

"Girls always talk so lewdly to each other?" Silence stretches on between you two before he cracks a devilish smile, patting at the spot next to him, "Come on, gotta get some food in ya."

With your heart beating on your ribcage you slowly sink down next to Togame, who puts on a movie the two of you would enjoy while you eat your meal. Splitting with him what was supposed to be your dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow.

It's comfortable, the silence and occasional comments on the flick takes some odd plot twist and for a moment you forget why exactly he showed up at your door.

Right up until the credits, where you try to rise with a "welp" as if to show him away.

But Togame wasn't going anywhere, crowding your space with little effort and it's only now you realize you practically sat on top of him. He didn't let you get up and there's no way you can escape now as his mouth hovers so closely to yours.

"Now," he purrs, hand moving to cup your mouth, long fingers digging into the fabric to touch your already wet hole, "lemme help you with your problem."

Roughly pressing his fingers into your cunt and swiping up to your clit in slow strokes and it makes you gasp. Fisting the navy blue fabric of his samue when he presses his mouth to yours. Kissing you with a mixture of rough and soft that leaves you a little dizzy. Domineering in a way you'd forgotten you liked, gasping against his mouth giving him entrance for his tongue to slip in. Slow swipes as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more all while he keeps that slow rough drag of his finger tips. Until he hears the squelch of your cunt and feels your arousal soaking through your shorts only then does he pull away as you whine.

Hooking his fingers into the waist band of your shorts and yanking them down and off of your ankles, pushing you to lean back against your bed frame as he crowds further. Palm on your pretty mound as his fingers repeat the same action, catching on your entrance that starts to flutter with each circle of your clit back down to your perineum. He watches your face, watches your hips twitch as you arch your back for him, your hands fisting the hem of the fabric at your waist.

Togame brings his free hand to shove his shirt over the mounds of your breasts, exposing your already hard nipples to the cool air of your apartment. Leaning over to lick a broad stripe making you clench around nothing as a shiver runs down your spine. He does it a few more times before he's pulling your nipple into his mouth. Shoving his two thick fingers into your tight cunt with enough force it makes your tits bounce and you moan loudly.

Swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before flicking it in time with his thumb that now circles your clit. Adjusting his hands so that his fingers can touch that sweet spot and his thumb can rock against your clit with each thrust of his hand.

In just a few short strokes you're starting to see stars.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Togame, fuck ahh." You sound better than what he's imagined when he fisted his cock to the thought of you. Your name on his tongue makes his cock ache painfully in his boxer briefs, begging to be touched but that could wait.

Biting at the soft tops of your tits, leaving hickies that you'll be finding for weeks as your head jerks back. Coil in your stomach so tight you think you might snap in half.

"Togame, don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" You sound whiny like you always do and Togame loves the sound. Lives for it and it's why he's always teasing you when you stop by Shishitoren to give the gang a lecture about not trashing the bar you work out.

It always fell on deaf ears that is until Togame made his men listen but he didn't want to think about all that right now.

He just wanted to burn the way you look creaming his fingers into his memory. Moving off your nipple with a lewd pop and silvery string that connects the two of you that he breaks with a swirl of his tongue. Looking down to see how you soak the floor and his fingers making him press into you a little harder.

"Then cum sweetheart. It's why I'm here remember?" With that you reach ecstasy, bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers with a loud moan of his name and tears collecting in your eyes, holding his gaze and if Togame wasn't in love with you before he sure as hell was now.

Watching you pant as he slows his pace just enough for you to catch your breath but let you ride out your high, loving how your cunt flutters around his fingers, trying to pull his digits back in that he steadily rocks into you.

Your manicured hands reach for his waist band, eyes trained on the outline of his long, fat cock.

"Please, 'gami." You whine, pulling at the fabric as his free hand gently pushes yours away. Green eyes tracking over pretty skin he's littered with bruises, kind replaying the way you cried out his name as he feels drool collect at the back of his throat. Pulling his fingers out until just the tips were hidden within your velveteen walls before he pushes the saliva to the tip of his tongue. Pulling his lips away from his teeth to push the spit from the wet muscle right onto your clit, not that you needed the extra lube. Messily rubbing it against the sensitive bud making you cum again with a cry and a biting grip on his forearm.

"No, no sweetheart. This is about you right now." He hums, eyes dark and trained on your face before he sets another relentless pace. Until you're slumping over and jerking back. Crying out his name over and over as fat tears fall past those pretty lashes Togame loves seeing you bat up at him when you want your way.

So into what he's doing to you he doesn't realize his boxers have become sticky until he shifts closer to you. Clinging to his skin too much for it to be only pre, turned on even more that you made him cum his fuckin pants from just your sights and sounds. Even your smell, sweet and sticking in the back of his throat making him insatiable.

"Fuck, lissen to how your cunt soundsssss." He growls, making emphases by pushing you beyond your limit so he can hear the clicking slick and cry of your cunt sucking his fingers back in when he pulls them out.

He doesn't stop until his fingers are pruned and cramping in your cunt that has been spasming non stop for the past five minutes, your throat sounds dry from your moaning and selfishly he thinks he could spit onto your tongue to help you alleviate your pain.

Looking up to see your debauched face, brows furrowed, lip pouting and tears of beyond overstimulation that makes him ease you down into slow ruts til his fingers are just in you. Half smothering you as he crowds your space, slowly pulling out his fingers and lightly tapping your clit as he leaves your glistening folds making you yelp.

Lips at your throat, leaving soft nips and nosing at your racing pulse, "Deep breath."

His voice is soft and it makes you dizzy, slowly pulling in breath until you feel a little more clear headed. Clinging to him slightly and he pulls you closer halfway on his lap so you can curl into his throat. Breathe in his cologne and hopefully think about him as much as he thinks about you.

Little does he know...

"Hmm, but you didn't get to have any fun." You pout, now real tears collecting in your eyes that have him chuckling again. Pressing his lips gently to yours before pulling himself away from you reluctantly.

"Oh I did." He presses his sensitive spent cock roughly through his pants until you can hear a muted squelch.

Suddenly there are hearts in your eyes, looking up at him and pushing him onto his back. Pulling his pants down until they sit midway on his hairy thighs, leaning over to lick the spent cum from his soft cock and if you weren't careful would quickly get hard. Your hand placed firmly on his sternum to keep him from getting up as your tongue travels to his heavy sac.

Togame just lies back, staring up at your ceiling, hand coming to circle yours until he's "clean" wishing you had texted him by accident months ago.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Stepdad! Miguel O'Hara. Always trying not to see you for the pretty princesa he's been fucking for months, even before he married your mom. Trying to stop the onslaught of lust and animalistic urge that overcomes him whenever you're around.

He finds himself failing when, late one night, he's making his way to the kitchen when he hears the familiar sound of your moans and whimpers. Unable to help himself, he wanders toward your bedroom, surprised to find your door slightly ajar.

The scent of your arousal is thick, making his mouth water and his cock spring to attention. He peeks into your bedroom, delighted when he finds you spread on the bed, fingers stuffed into your soaked cunt.

You writhe and whine, breath heavy. He can hear your pussy squelching in the little breaks between your sounds. He reaches for himself, adjusting his cock and trying to push away the desire.

But then you have to go and moan, “Miguel! Miguel, please!”

He loses it. He's just about seeing red as he bursts into your room, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.

You jump, embarrassed, and he's on you almost instantly, in you within mere minutes.

As he slides into you, you moan, body shuddering beneath him.

“Yes, princesa,” he groans, holding your thighs spread wide, his eyes dark with lust as he watches himself pump into you. “Oh, fuck, I missed this pretty little pussy.”

You whimper, hands rolling into fists around the bed sheets, eyes fluttering shut. “Miguel!” you gasp, and he goes harder, faster, deeper. You swear you can feel him almost quite literally rearranging your guts.

He leans over you, pulling your legs over his shoulders and fucking you impossibly rougher. He holds onto the bed frame, your bed squeaking with every hard, borderline painful thrust. But it feels so good. It's just too good for you to want to stop.

He bites your neck, your shoulder, kisses your lips until they're swollen. He fucks you like an animal starved, going round after round even when you're on the verge of passing out.

And then he gives you one final orgasm before finishing himself, filling you up with his thick, hot load.

The next day, at breakfast, your mom sees the hickeys across your neck. “What's that?!” she gasps.

You exchange looks with Miguel who, much to your surprise, looks absolutely innocent—which he should definitely not.

This ends with you getting grounded, never mind the fact that you're twenty-two already.

Your mom leaves later to go grocery shopping and for a coffee with friends.

Miguel takes care of ensuring you learn your lesson.

Bent over the tabletop, pussy raw and soaked. You take pounding after pounding, his seed spilling into you again and again until you're seeing stars.

He tugs at your hair, forcing your back to arch. “You better make damn sure no one ever knows about any of this,” he warns. “Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, not only discipline you. And you don't want that, do you, princesa?”

Well. Honestly? Yes. You'd absolutely love it.

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[tteokdoroki]

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. setting powder.

about. whilst getting ready to meet your new boyfriend’s extended family — you learn that he knows a thing or two about doing makeup.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, enemies to lovers, meeting the family, new relationships, brief mention of injury and hospitals, reader wears makeup and dresses, pro hero!bakugou, nurse/doctor!reader.

“we’re gonna be late, sweetheart.”

leaning against the door frame, bakugou crosses his arms over his chest — his perfect lips pulled into a suave smirk as he watches you finish your makeup for tonight.

“wha…huh? you said i had twenty minutes?” you’re still half dressed, your boyfriend’s baggy hoodie from an old merch collection draped over your sweet little dress to protect it from your foundation, your hair is tied back and away from your face so it doesn’t get in the way and though you’re still trying to blend your cream blush in with one of those sponge things — katsuki thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the entire world.

pushing himself off the door frame, he sits behind you on the bed — still watching you work at the vanity whilst he fixes the cuffs of his dress shirt. “that was twenty minutes ago,” the blonde rasps affectionately and grasps your at your jewellery laid out on the bed. the rough pad of his thumb traces over the ‘K’ on the silver heart locket he’d gotten you for your birthday before he undoes the clasp and places the chain around your neck — being mindful of your hair in the process. “y’said you’d be done by then.”

you catch your boyfriend’s vermillion stare in the reflection of your mirror — his subtle smile when he sees his initials dangling from your neck. it feels you with warmth to know that no matter what, katsuki will always find you beautiful and will always love you. even with how chaotic your makeup looks when half done. “i think i spent too long in the shower ‘n underestimated how long this look would take,” you sigh, reaching for your lip gloss next. you’ll have to put it in your purse, do your lips in the car. “do you think they’ll mind if we’re any later than this?”

“my parents won’t. neither will inko. deku — i mean — izuku will, but he’ll pretend he ain’t bothered,” bakugou prattles down the list, making a note of tonight’s attendees. it was tradition that the bakugous and the midoriyas had a monthly dinner together, it had been going on since the two pro heroes were children. only now, their partners were invited since they were family too. family included you.

you hadn’t gone to U.A and you certainly didn’t know katsuki until he became an up and coming pro hero. the first time he’d saved you, by the sidewalk of the hospital you worked at, you thought he was brutish and stuck up. you’d hated him and he’d hated you. but over time, and more frequent trips to A&E after saving civilians or sometimes after being wounded in villain attacks — you’d come to appreciate bakugou’s brooding personality and observant nature.

he’d come to like you too. how much you cared for others and wanted to make the world a better place. you reminded him a little bit of izuku, in a strange way.

so one night when you were on call, katsuki brought you flowers instead of a stomach wound that needed stitches and you’d given him a kiss instead of berating him about being careful, over vanilla and chocolate pudding cups from the hospital cafeteria.

signing impatiently, you bring katsuki back to present day. “i wanted to make a good impression on your aunty and on your best friend,” rubbing your arm nervously, you cast your gaze over the mess on your vanity — expensive products splayed across them in organised chaos.

“you will. they’re gonna love you. they already do,” bakugou stands behind you now, rough palms smoothing over your shoulders. “izuku says you’ve made me less bitchy at work. whatever the fuck that means.”

you giggle, eyes sparkling in delight as you look at the blonde in the mirror. “really?”

“really,” he nods sheepishly. the way you look at him makes him feel so loved. it’s new to him. nice to him. “now, whaddya need help with s’we can hurry up ‘n hit the road.”

you begin to ramble on, perking up at the idea of katsuki helping with the rest of your routine.“well… i’ve done my lashes, my eyes, my base and blush… i can do lips in the car. aside from putting on earrings and fixing my hair all i need is to set my face with—“

“settin’ powder,” bakugou grabs the little pot from your vanity as if he knew where it was all along, picking up a little face cushion as well as he prepares to get to work. “got it.” he dips the cushion into the translucent powder, rubbing the excess off on the back of his hand before leaning in real close to dab at the areas he thinks you need it. like your t-zone.

your boyfriend’s touch is like magic on your face, perfectly setting your makeup while making you feel like a pampered princess. “who taught you how to do this?” comes your shy mumble, his proximity to your face causing you to grow flustered and squirm in your seat. “h-how are you so good at it?”

“keep still, i’ll be finished faster if y’stop squirmin’ sweetheart. don’t wanna mess up what you’ve done already,” pausing his actions, katsuki gives you a toothy smirk — revelling in how bashful you’ve become under his touch while he helps you with your makeup. “…grew up behind the scenes of fashion shows ‘n shoots. so i picked up a thing or two i wanted to make sure i could still do it so i watched a couple of videos on it too. ‘n i noticed…you always put so much time ‘n effort into your makeup. wanted to help make the process easier for you.”

you feel as though you could melt at katsuki’s kind words and gesture as he dabs at your face a little more — tongue caught between the tips of his pearly white teeth as he sticks it out in concentration. he’s so cute it makes you want to scream. “you’re sweet,” you coo appreciatively, stilling yourself to let him finish before he pulls back — satisfied with his work. “i love you.”

it’s not the first time you’ve said it to one another, but the three words are still new to the both of you. “i uh…i love you more,” a pink, rosey hue rises on the surface of bakugou’s tanned skin and his red, loving eyes dart away from your face bashfully. “‘m gonna get your shoes ‘n jacket ready by the door while that sits. don’t forget your settin’ spray after you brush that shit off — oh ‘n don’t take my hoodie off until you’ve done that. don’t wanna ruin your dress, kay?”

“okay,” you respond fondly, hiding your smile at his very specific instructions. “i’ll be down in a minute.”

katsuki nods hesitantly, standing up as he gathers your belongings and outerwear — ready to load them up in the car, when he suddenly pauses in place. “you look beautiful tonight, sweetness. you always do.” he adds as one last parting message, before disappearing down the hall.

leaving you wondering how you ever lucked out with such a man. one who’s not only kind and gentle and loving, but a pro hero and a makeup artist at that.

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