#FinGet

[hiddeninthe-veil]

woag panic attack

ow my chest

[fairyhaos]

HIS HANDSSSSE his hands his hands look at his hands i wanna bite off his fingers

[athamad]

I just remembered that l made a story where a guy, who parallels Dionysus, creates a cult, and a girl, who parallels Ariadne, joins it because her friend is a member, also the cult worships Dionysus

[bubbleteaop]

Albert as Shadow The Hedgehog

Sorry I haven’t been active for a while due to not knowing what I should post, anyways I drew my friend’s OC (Owned by Fluffycakez5 from Deviantart) as Shadow the Hedgehog from the upcoming movie Sonic 3.

[brella-boi]

Controversial opinion but if youre organising a company party for your remote workers where a good 40% have to travel 3-5 hours one way to arrive and only offer finger food at the party with alcohol then you should maybe consider turning it into a proper dinner idk just an idea

[dapper-comedy]

i forgot i can just post about whatever i want on my own blog. um. leans into mic. i have a failed chocolate truffle attempt in the fridge that i forgot about but i definitely will eat.

[imdonefor]

sometimes i think about posting something and then i remember that literally anyone in my life can stumble upon my blog if they just go on tumblr

[iamineskew]

i think theyll let me put out candles with my fingers and i wont burn. i deserve it you see

[fairyhaos]

yena I'm so sorry to be looking at your man BUT.. I'm obsessed with the way Joshua grabs the mic when singing 😩 the way his pinky is out and his hands are so huge the mic looks tiny (!!!) just out of curiosity I grabbed a mic at the store and my fingers barely touched and in his hands it looks like a toy mic good lord

anon i always, ALWAYS forgive people for looking at joshua bc i totally understand how you feel, don't worry 😔 also pls i was trying to find a photo for what you're talking about bc I GET YOU SO BADDD but i can't FIND any for some reason ???? which is devastating to me but anyways

yes. i love his hands so much oh lord and the neat pinky position and the way his thumb just naturally seems to have that little curve,,,, and that nose scrunch he does as he sings and the way he rolls the syllables on his tongue before they leave his lips and just. wow. he's such a pretty singer it's insane

[conqu3er]

Im not sure if i have adhd but i specifically have 3 lobe piercing on my left ear just so i can play with my earrings while im writing

[limpbikzit]

hell earth

[cherrygirlfriend]

─ SHE'S A MANEATER! ★

MAKE YOU WANT ALL HER LOVE!

★ pairing: maneater!reader x loser nerd!rafe

★ summary: rafe cameron is the biggest loser you know, but what happens in a dark janitor’s closet stays in a dark janitor’s closet…

★ warnings / tags: smut, MDNI! unprotected piv, sub!rafe, name calling, degradation. wc: 1k

★ author's note: i got a request for a mean reader who bullies rafe and since being mean to men is my favorite hobby… i couldn’t resist.

★ RAFE MASTERLIST ★

take out a dictionary. search for the word ‘loser’. the face that stares back at you? rafe cameron.

he represented everything you hated. goodwill clothes, friend group who's rather lather on axe body spray instead of taking a shower, staying in all his weekends studying or probably binge watching star wars, replaying the scene of princess leia in her golden bikini over and over again and jerking off into an old sock because no one invited him or his friends anywhere.

you were different. most of your college life consisted of going out and partying, breaking hearts of boys you couldn't give two shits about, spending money that didn't belong to you… it seemed like you didn't care about anything, something that the insecure boy couldn't relate.

"hi." rafe said softly and you turned to look at him with an irritated look on your face, your gaze trailing up and down his form with jusgement, the boy's face red and nervous, hand shaking as he held out something; three pieces of paper held together with a paper clip, "he-here's your essay." he muttered.

you took the paper, skimming over it before stuffing it into your bag, "it's about time." you scoffed, crossing your arms while he just stayed there, standing still, "what are you waiting for? a treat? get the fuck out of my face, loser."

"o-okay." rafe stuttered, still a small smile on his face as he made his way towards his friends, nearly tripping on his own shoelaces. but when no one was looking, you slipped a note into the locker you knew belonged to him.

your skirt was bunched up around your hips, straddling the boy who laid on the floor of the bleach-smelling janitor's closet, filled with your mingled heavy breaths and the perverted squelch of his cock inside your wet cunt.

rafe watched you under lidded eyes, your head thrown back as you used him to get yourself off, his hands on your plushy thighs, hips ramming up into you as one of your own hands hand cupped your tit, the other one between your own legs, helping yourself; you never let him touch you like that.

god, he felt like such a fucking loser. rafe would've done anything for you, and he pretty much did. he did all your homework, got you whatever illegal substances you wanted (most often coke or molly), fuck, you could probably get him to hurt someone without even regretting it.

rafe couldn't help it; you were the most gorgeous, perfect girl he'd ever seen. it was like whenever you walked into the room, every pair of eyes locked onto you, and you didn't even care; you didn't care how obsessed people were with you. you knew you were everything and didn't care. all you cared about was your own pleasure, about getting off, whether it was by sex, by being a bitch, by stomping over the hearts of all the boys obsessed with you.

your hand went to his neck and squeezed, a small whine leaving rafe's lips. you groaned in frustration, stuffing the wet pair of red panties into his mouth as you continued to ride him, mumbling, "shut the fuck up..." rafe could still taste the tang of your arousal on the lacy fabric, his eyes closing in bliss as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, making you let out quiet moans.

rafe tries mumbling through the fabric in his mouth to tell you that he was getting close, only for your grip on his throat tightening, your own face scrunching up in pleasure.

"f-fuck..." you moaned, the finget on your clit speeding up, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening, speeding the movement of your hips as you moved up and down on his cock, the lewd squelching and rapid breathing filling the small space

rafe let out a muffled moan when he felt your pussy squeeeeeeze around him and clench with the force of your orgasm, his hips bucking up involuntarily as warm spurts of his cum started coating your gummy walls, his grip on your thighs tightening, your head thrown back in bliss.

but when the both of you started getting down from your orgasms, you groaned and took your hand off his neck, getting off his softened cock as you looked down, seeing his cum trailing down your thighs and scoffing in irritation, your breathing still heavy as you spoke, "you fucking came in me."

you stood up on wobbly legs, grabbing a wet wipe from your bag as you started wiping the white substance off your legs. rafe sat up tentatively, and took your panties out of his mouth slowly tugging his boxer shorts back up, clearing his throat, "i'm sorry..."

"you should be." you sighed, throwing the wet wipe into a trash can and straightening your skirt, "better remember to never tell anyone about this." you scoffed, taking out a pocket mirror and holding it up to inspect your face, fixing some of your makeup as rafe stood up and pulled his jeans back up, sliding the lacy fabric in his back pocket.

"i won't..." rafe mumbled, starting to button his shirt back up "y-you know, you'd probably look much better without makeup..."

what rafe thought would be a compliment seemed to offend you, though, making you scoff and roll your eyes, "i don't care what you or any other guy thinks about me. now wait five minutes before you come out to make sure no one sees."

and so you simply opened the door and made your way out, leaving the boy standing in the dark janitor's closet, haphazardly dressed and chest still slightly heaving as he ran a hand through his mussed up hair.

YOU WISH YOU NEVER EVER MET HER AT ALL!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ tagging some moots <3: @nemesyaaa @inbred-eater @raahosh @rafesheaven @isasweetie @dollyfiles @hauntedfawnn @jjslaybank @littlelamy @cameronsbabydoll @bambiangels

[puff-the-bunny]

Can't go five seconds without sounding like Nikaido I swear

Can the weather stop going bouncy bouncy. This shit hurts so bad lmao

[messymoonmad]

What does your Hades and Persephone look like? If you wanna draw them

Still didn't get to design Hades, but I will after my exams inchallah. But here's Persephone's design (click)

Im not sure yet but i want Hades to have a fair skin cause he rarely sees the light of day. Sensitive eyes cause he is always in the dark, Black forarms and legs cause he stayed long in chronos's stomac (i should do the same for hera demeter and hestia, poseidon already has the tip of his fingets black)

Possibly a green and black color palet cause i like how the underworld saga's colors look.

Kind smile and calming aura that can becaume chilling if he is mad

And since im going with elemental hair with poseidon and zeus i wanna do it too with hades but i gotta figure out the matter (shadows/the dark? Souls??some kind of plant ? Bleu fire like disney's hades? ... idk )

Btw here's a cool design proposition I got as a gift by @dlover365-blog isn't he AWESOME ???

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' PINKY PROMISE ,,

|| pairing : roommate!james "bucky" barnes x reader

|| warning : hurt/comfort , bucky's js a roommate but teases to romance in the future, you'll see

|| wc : 0.8k

The stresses of everyday life came crashing onto you, it wasn't a dramatic show that had screaming or crying. No yelling or coming to your knees dramatics. It was quiet, a silent scream if you will when you let yourself curl up into a ball on the couch. There weren't even tears that came down your face, it was silent, balling yourself up around the throw pillow you'd purchased through an impulse decisions a few weeks ago.

You thought the apartment was empty, it usually was. Your roommate, or the fossil you lived with as you lovingly called him, usually was out. With Sam and Joaquin or off to some quiet place.

But of course he was home, of course he came into the living room to greet you. And of course the second he saw you curled up into a ball he got to work. Muttering a small "Stay right there" when he retreated back to his room. You assumed he'd hide in there until your small menty b finished, but no. He came back out within a few seconds with his weighted blanket.

"I've got you, hun," he whispered as he draped it over you. "I'll get some ice cream and we can do whatever y'want, okay?"

He stayed there, sitting down right besides your laying form. Waiting for a response. If you rejected the idea and wanted to hide out in your room, he'd respect that-- no, he'd understand it. The modern world was too loud and he's guilty of hiding out a plethora of times before.

The moment you gave a small nod, he patted your arm and stood up from the couch, beelining to the kitchen as if he was a soldier sent to war.. Again.

While he was gone for the few seconds, you sat up, staring at the black tv screen. Seeing your reflection, damn you looked broken. But Bucky just walked back over and handed you a bowl and spoon and put the tub in front of you, treating you as if you hadn't just been shattered into a million pieces.

You whispered a small "Thanks." when you dug into the ice cream as Bucky turned the tv on and picked out some light hearted sit-com on. He'd grown fond of Brooklyn 99.

"You don't have to talk about it," His voice was gentle as he kept his eyes on the tv, keeping himself as casual as he could. But he was worried, he always worried. "But I'm here.. If you need it. I'm always here for you."

You smiled at this, genuinely smiled and nodded. "I know.. Thanks, Buck."

"Anytime, sweetheart." He wrapped his human arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. It wasn't forceful, no. If you wanted to pull away, it'd be okay.

You didn't want to pull away though.

The next few hours were spent finishing the tub of ice cream, laughing at the jokes made on the tv, and feeling Bucky's thumb make small circles into your shoulder. A nice way to ground you, a small sign of 'you made it through the week! good job!'

"If I aged normally, maybe I would've ended up like Scully" Bucky joked, and you laughed.

"No way, you'd be like," You tapped your finget against your chin, feigning thought. "a hot grandpa the grandma across the street would gossip about."

"Oh god," The soldier snorted and leaned close to you, resting the side of his head against yours. "Don't even say that."

"You're close to it, I've already heard Gladys talk about you at the laundrymat"

"No." He grinned wider.

"Careful, they might sweep you off your feet!" You pulled away from him and lifted your arm off, trying to flex underneath your oversized hoodie.

"I'd rather just have you do that."

"How romantic"

You both leaned into eachother again, resting against eachother and a satisfied sigh left your lips. It's as if the world had faded away to the back. This was your safe haven, the tv, the empty tub of ice cream, and your roommate and best friend; James Buchanan Barnes.

"Thank you.. For this." You whispered, only just loud enough to go over the noise of Boyle saying 'Yippee kayak other buckets!' on screen. ".. Today was rough. I.. I don't wanna talk about it but:. This helped, a lot. You helped a lot."

His grip on your shoulder tightened. "You don't have to thank me, really I- I want to help you. I care about you.. A lot."

Bucky pulled away and grinned at you, the softest look in his eyes as he took you in. All comfy under his blanket and in your hoodie. Still cradling the empty bowl in your lap. "I'll always be there for you. I promise."

You put your hand out, sticking your pinky out. "Pinky promise."

A small chuckle left Bucky's lips as he interlocked his finger with yours. "I pinky promise."

|| now this is what i call therapy

[vadaviaaiciap]

@FantomasRitorna

Gnooooooooooooo mi è diventato fassistah pure Cerno.

FINGETE STUPORE

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