#I er... dont think I understand

[jingerpi]

Nazi Germany lasted for ~10 years. the US' genocide of indigenous people inspired the Nazis, and we've been at it for ~500 years. 55 MILLION indigenous turtle Islanders were killed by American colonialists. Tell me again why we're arguing over whether or not these bourgeois politicians are 99% Hitler? This country is far worse than the Nazis were even remotely capable of. There are nearly 1.8 MILLION people in Slavery in the United States right now. This country is cartoon levels of evil, and beyond that! it's beyond parody! it's worse than you can possibly imagine. and that's just two examples over the 500 years they've been at this, and they only domestically! Do you have any idea what the ruling class has done in other countries? the war and famine they've intentionally induced from profits? The millions they've bombed? The only country to ever use nuclear bombs! and it was on civilians!

So yes, of course we cry out death to [US]America. Do you seriously not understand how deeply deeply evil this country is? Again:

Death to the USA

[milkweedman]

btw brought my ER socks obviously and the very first thing that happened is a security guard rooted through my stuff and determined my Fucking Knitting Needles were unacceptable. and pulled them OUT OF MY KNITTING. if i had been able to move at all i would have grabbed them back and left but i wasnt so i just kind of laid there and inexblicably burst into tears as soon as he and the nurse left. and i am still so mad about it. i couldnt even move my arms i was so weak and this dumbass with a gun thought my FUCKING KNITTING NEEDLES were a threat. im still so mad. i still havent put them back in the knitting, either.

[flamboyant-king]

Hey babes, sorry I've been dead, but I coulda been literally dead if I had not gone.

I didn't hurt myself and we're still figuring things out. I would love to share but I've already forgotten what I've learned. I hope I get more guidance and time for healing and learning on how to lead my life in a better direction than where I was. But that takes time and effort.

I hope to get some rest, get some support, and get it together. But right now, I don't think it's healthy for me to worry about art in the way I do now. I may not express it here, but trying to maintain my art endeavors/projects while there's so much bullshit going on backstage is not helping me. Especially since I'm not even obligated to do so. But trying to force myself to do something I am currently unable to do will just make me feel worse. I'll follow my dreams and passions one day, but I've been putting off the healing process for years.

So I guess it's better to get better now so I can get the ball rolling again. Why drive on a flat tire?

[kentrl-z]

ive been watching vet shows and heres some of my favorite images

dr k's exotic animal er edition

[zan0tix]

hey oh my godimback i was the anon who called you the ultimate dirkjaker a while back. you have no idea how hard i stimmed and started giggling when i saw transfem dave like i actually squealed transfem dave meams so much to me being transfem myself THANK YOU

HIIII :3

SQUEEEE Im so glad it made you happy!!!!!! :D! Its so fun seeing people find joy in my headcanons it makes me so happy i can bring happiness like that ^^!!!

WE NEED TO START A NEW ERA. GIRL DAVE NEEDS TO BE REAL!!!! SPREAD THE WORD.

LET IT BE KNOWN TO THE WORLD THAT DAVE STRIDER IS A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIRLDAVE THE WORLD!!!!

[the-acid-pear]

Need to finish my Dave design so I can draw him with Mori

[mainfaggot]

i won second place in a spanish lit contest yayy there's a cash prize yayy

[t4tdanvis]

mcd zenix x dante is so Drip by Crywolf

[blackmoldmp3]

nothing like reading a fact sheet from an asthma organization and realizing oh shit you shouldve called 911 all those times. lmao

[ducktollers]

the way ppl in comment sections talk abt kem makes me feel like im literally losing my mind. never experienced a bigger ‘did we even watch the same show’ moment in my life

[booty-uprooter]

a pt's (step?) son asked incredulously why we need to know our patient's religious beliefs, then scoffed as i explained it's because some religions have dietary restrictions or restrictions on what sorts of medical treatments they can receive (and also there are things to consider if the pt is dying, but im not going to bring up that one to a family member). the pt in question is muslim

[tojisteddy]

Cherry Waves | 18+ mdni, tiny plot & a lot of smut, >2k wrds (I think), cowgirl, fingering, daddy kink (pa & daddy used (idc)), creampie, dacryphilia, dubcon, overstim.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley is completely and utterly exhausted after coming back from a mission. But his sleep schedule is fucked, doesn’t know how he even got a wink of sleep while out in god knows where.

The only thing he knows for a fact will lull his 6’4 build to sleep, is being balls deep in your sopping wet cunt.

He’d get home after a long silent drive, throwing his stuff to the floor, yanking the mask away and brown eyes searching for you.

Usually you meet him at the front door. Taking his things and properly setting them aside before he scoops you up and takes you to the bedroom. Today was different, mainly do to Simon being a day early. You peeked your head from the kitchen, curls falling due to gravity, confused at the sudden noise from the entrance, eyes widening when you see the blonde. Shit, you dont even know managed to say anything out your face hole.

“I- fuck- you’re early Simon.” And he blinks at you. Once. Cocks his head to the side before nodding, “wrapped things up fast to be here.” To be with you. Simon, who used to be able to go away for months at a time and was unbothered by the lack of civilian interaction, now only wanted to be out for a month or two at a time. He had something— no— someone waiting for him at home. A cute little kitten to take care of. He couldn’t leave his pretty thing alone for too long, could he? You were the one thing helping him keep his sanity. He had to be with you.

And he doesn’t say anything else, just goes up the stairs, knowing you’re right behind, following his leisure strides as best as you could.

“Sluggers at my friends till tomorrow, she really wanted to see the old pup.”

“The wash’s makin that weird sound again. I was gonna call the repair man, but you’re here now.”

“I didn’t get a chance to make dinner, but tell me whatever you want when you’re ready. I’ll whip it right up for ya.”

And the man is just barely acknowledging your words as you followed behind him to the bedroom. Grunts of understanding escaping his throat at everything statement, but he wants you to give him a quick rundown of what he’s missed. Just so he can mentally prepare for how to handle it just like he always does.

“Come ‘ere.”

He’s already pulling his clothes off, sitting on the bed of your bedroom, reaching out for you because you’re just not moving fast enough. You’re straddling him, and his hands are slowly making their was down your hips after taking off one of his shirts you had on, to your inner thighs, then grazing the back of his fingers to your underwear— they’re wet. Simon lets out a breathy laugh, “already this wet, haven’t even touched you. Been waitin for me doll?”

Like he didn’t know you were gonna get excited just from seeing him back, he’d had you on this routine even before you two were in a establishment relationship. Get the house all spic and span, stretch yourself out, take a day off from work or two— or three because as soon as he got in the house he was gonna fuck you like no one’s ever seen before. And he’s sliding your panties to the side, slipping two fingers in so they’re knuckle deep and thrusting them right at your spot.

Why so fast, you ask? Well Simons desperate. Desperate to get his aching dick inside the gooey pink walls that’s shapped for him. That doesn’t mean he’s not getting you to cum for him once, get you to melt under his touch was Daddy’s simple muscle memory. He looks away from your pussy, that’s load and soaking his fingers to look up at you who’s covering your mouth. He tsks, slapping your hand away as you whimper.

“Not gonna let me hear you? After I’ve been away soooo long?” He fains a frown, curling his fingers into you more, fingering you faster, harsher, and the butterflies in your stomach build. “Pussy so greedy princess, won’t let me go, she’s callin for me— shit- but you, you won’t even let me hear your pretty voice. You turned into a spoiled bitch? Ungrateful for what I do?”

“N-no sir.”

“No? Then let me hear how much you’ve missed me dollface,” the moans leave your mouth like a second language, your lost in pleasure, grinding your hips against Simons stomach and he hums in delight. Atta girl, what a good girl.

“I wanna- lemme- haa, cum. Pa can I? Nngh Daddy-“

Simon rolls his eyes, flicking your forehead with his free hand, silly thing, “Cut the whinin out ‘nd let it go.”

And you unravel so beautifully, thighs shaking, pulsing around his long fingers, slick drenching them. It’s almost dizzying how good you cum so much so you lose yourself while Simons connected your lips, it’s so sweet. Bewitching, getting you all worked up all over again.

Usually when you’re taking him, he has to give you a swat on the thigh or ass so you dont try to take all of him at once, but you were taking it nice and easy today. Just like he taught you. Slowly taking Simon’s veiny member inch by inch, practically choking his airway by how tight your cunt was. His eyes fluttered closed his eyes, letting out a breath in relief once you bottomed out, tip giving a slight kiss to your cervix. Christ, this was were he was meant to be. Inside your drenched pussy for the rest of his life.

He’s kneading at you hip, other hand caressing your your stomach (freak) up to your jaw.

“Took it so good princess. So fuckin warm, love that shit.”

Awww, he was being sweet.

No actually this time, when you were good by ‘helping him out’ after being away for so long Ghost was soft with you. Praised you, worshiped you, thanking God for letting him get back to your pretty face, sweet voice and mesmerizing cunt. And it’s so slow when you start moving, his head of blonde hair resting on your shoulder, shuddering breaths leaving his mouth. Like a wave, he’s drowning in the feeling. Drowning in you. Addicted to whatever mystical being that you were. He’d drown a million times if it meant being with here in his big arms, holding you so you’d melt into each other.

He didn’t know if he could admit, his precious thing, he needed you. It made him sick thinking of a life without you. He had to have you. Forever and a thousand more years, to hell and back.

“Missed you so much Daddy mmph- so happy you’re b-back,” you gasped, you were completely and utterly full, hips rotating and moving up and down on his length, all you could do was mewl, “Did so good out there baby. Protectin everyone— fuck- protecting me.”

If you thought that the military man didn’t have a praise kink, you’d be absolutely wrong. Your words were like music to his ears, his eyes finding you and that beautiful enthralled in ecstasy face. the real reason he was able to continue in day in and day out doing his job that was fucking his brain up. You were a sign that he was doing something right.

“I’m a baby? Babies protect the world, huh?” his lips curved up.

“y-yeah,” you whined, fuck, you were barley thinking. Babbling.

“Yeah?”

“Yes pa, mmph- you’re my baby.” You sniff, your waterline filling with tears. Even if you’re the one doing all the moving this time, Simons good, too fucking good at making you feel— well— good. And he’s everything. Everything you ever wanted, everything you ever needed, so much so, it doesn’t feel real. His hands are everywhere, pulling, kneeding, nibbling. Focused on getting you there because you felt divine around him, just how you were supposed to be.

“That’s fuckin silly love, can’t be your baby and your daddy, that doesn’t make any sense does it?”

What an annoying brat this man was, you slap at his shoulder as he laughd, pulling you chest to chest, your nipples getting hard from the friction. “D-Don’t tease.”

“You love it, the way youre squeezin me, you definitely fuckin missed it. juuuuust how you love my dick. Shit, wanna make me cum? Don’t you baby? Use me. Ride it just how you want and make your daddy cum.”

And it’s fucking loud as you slam yourself down on him, the clap, clap, clap of your skin colliding together with every movement. You don’t even know how your eyes didn’t glue themselves to the back of your eyelids yet because the way Simon was stretching you out, keeping you niiiice and full as you clawed at his back, you should have. All you can do is gasp as your orgasm takes over you, you try pulling yourself away, but Simons pulling you closer. Whispering, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, it’s okay princess. Feel it. You can handle it.”

You’re a fucked out, mewling mess but still, Simons there. His mouth connecting to your nipples, sucking and biting as his hands on your hips, rutting up into you, he grips your curls with one hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “Fuckin move [+], told you to use me.” And it doesn’t matter that you’re exhausted, tears streaming down your face, your hips burning, sobbing that it’s too much. You’re some how, very sloppily, moving your hips because you were Simons good girl, you’d do anything to make him feel just as good as you did.

“Ahuh, that’s girl, my pretty baby girl.” Ghosts practically bruising your hips, groaning at how good your tight cunt is as he plops you up and down on his cock. You feel is length twitch and the tiny movement sends you over the edge again, screaming a pornographic moan as a shit, shit, shit leaves the scarred man’s mouth.

“Fuck meeee baby, that’s it, milk it.”

It’s so soft, light, as Simon cums inside you. His tattooed arms holding onto you like a vice, keeping you steady so you’d take everything he gave you, whispering in your ear of how good you were for your Pa. How he was so happy to be back in your arms. He’d lay you both down as you passed out and bundling you both up in the comforters. All while making sure you stay stuffed with him, because after you both took a much needed rest— Ghost would be back at it by sunrise.

Fucking you like you were the last person on earth.

a/n: would you believe me if I said this has been sitting in my drafts since February? Lmk what you think. Inspo: Cherry Waves by Deftones obvi.

most recent masterlist more meanie!simon

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱<3: @figthoughts @tessakate @sevikasblackgf

[narcjsistx]

— SAY IT AGAIN, EVEN IF I DONT GET IT

✶ words: 0.6k ; sae itoshi x fem!reader ; drabble!

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

You don't even know how you ended up in a situation like this, you who always said that you would only learn Spanish when Sae admitted that his younger brother was better than him, in short never. Yet now, with a notebook in front of you and a cute pink pen, you feel a bit like a kid in elementary school who is learning the alphabet for the first time

"When you introduce yourself you can say "Me llamo..." instead of the entire sentence "Mi nombre es..." says Sae writing in the notebook, his look serious a bit like when he has to score. You nod almost automatically, when in reality you haven't understood a single sentence of what he's been saying to you in the last 20 minutes. Sae looks up, a little questioning "Are you understanding something?" he asks, and you nod again

Going to his last game was the biggest mistake of your life, but at the same time, the best thing you could ever do. Sae had gotten you a surprise plane ticket, just to spend a week together after two months of not being able to see each other due to college and his workouts. It wasn't the first time you went to Madrid where he was now living, but every time you went out he was the one talking, obviously. You had a certain resentment towards Spanish for the simple fact that in middle school you had been traumatized by a terrible teacher

"You’re not understanding anything" he sighs, and you snap out of your thoughts "Wait- No, I swear I do!" you say slamming your hands on the table, and he does nothing but stare at you perplexed, with the typical Itoshi look. He writes a sentence in your notebook, passing it to you "If you understand then you can tell me what it means, right?" he says, and you look down to read the sentence, a little embarrassed "Of course I can do that..." you say swallowing

You watched the game calmly, sitting in your seat with a good drink by your side and a lot of voice to cheer for him. But when Sae finished the game, you naively thought he would come to you. Big mistake. The journalists love him as if he were their son, the typical son who hates answering his parents' questions, and you naively thought that they would ask him the questions in Japanese. You forgot that your boyfriend now breathes, thinks and speaks Spanish, lives in a Spanish city and plays for a Spanish team

Hearing him speak so fluently, without a shred of effort, made you suddenly fall in love with the language you've hated for years. So, when you got home, you simply asked him to teach you a few phrases just to hear him speak some more Spanish

"Creo que... eres estúpido..." you repeat out loud, and he nods "What does that mean?" he asks, and you purse your lips, thinking for a few seconds "I think you're... pretty?" you say, and Sae nods "Wow. You know Spanish better than me" he says, and you look up, surprised "Did I say that right?" you ask hopefully "Absolutely not" he says, and your hopes die

You put the notebook aside, resting your arms on the table with your head above them "I regret this, I never want to hear another word of Spanish again..." you say dejectedly, and Sae seems to be enjoying it more than he should. He puts an arm around your shoulders, leaning in close to your ear "Vaya. Me estaba divirtiendo al ver a mi hermosa novia concentrarse y no entender absolutamente nada, solo porque quería oírme hablar más en espanol" he says, and a slight shiver runs down your spine. You look up, perplexed "What did you say?" you ask, and he shrugs "That you're stupid and you don't even know how to study the basics" he says, and you sigh "Cruel"

✶ translation of the sentences: "Creo que... eres estúpido..." → "I think you're stupid" ; "Vaya. Me estaba divirtiendo al ver a mi hermosa novia concentrarse y no entender absolutamente nada, solo porque quería oírme hablar más en espanol" → "Damn. I was having fun watching my beautiful girlfriend concentrate and understand absolutely nothing, just because she wanted to hear me speak more Spanish"

[tgcg]

hey guys. this is smth i have been thinking abt doing for a while but tonight i decided 4reel. i'm gonna put the blog on a kinda indefinite hiatus.

things have rlly changed for me & my life, & i need other things to change as well. i dont wanna divulge like... all my shit ere. but i just wanna say thanx to everyone who ever left a reply, kind message, fun ask, even just a like.

the kind of reception this blog got was totally beyond anything i coulda expected. i am still rly floored by it, u guys kindness & generosity. i'm rlly glad i could entertain you all and do right by these 2 guys.

i had so much fun here. making scripts & drawing them out. it's smth i have truly never experienced before & doubt i ever will anywhere else except this here blog. that was truly down to you guys & your enthusiasm and it'll never leave me. like, shit, getting dubs of my comix? fucking insane.

dk has been rly important to me for a rly long time. i became a fan of it over a decade ago. ive talked on da blog before about why i like em so much... so i'll just say here that i also don't rlly think these guys will ever leave me either. i think they were kinda a permanent mark on my development as a person. u can put me so so far away from hs & i'd still express that fondness for em deep down. they're a rlly great duo & i can't say at all that this decision is due to a lack of interest. love u dk <3.

for now i'm just gonna leave the blog as is, but in the future it may become p-word protected, who know... i'm not a fan of creating lost media since archiving obscure shit is a hobby of mine, so... we will "C"...

i'll still be hovering around over at @cgtg. i rlly like doing pwyw requests over there so i can flex my mspaint muscles and give u guys fun stuff. currently those are closed, but yea if ur interested you can drop a follow there & i'll say when they're open. no pressure to run over there tho. i understand that plenty were here for the dk's and i get that.

i might not be leaving this blog alone for good, & i think that's worth stating. who knows what will happen in da future? we're here right now & i'm very glad to have been here *until* now.

pls always have fun, do what you want forever, be kind, & take care. remember above all that youtube is where the poop is.

thanks for hanging out with me. love u all.

-randy tgcg 🙂

[clovernet]

nsfw mdni

nerd!kento who groaned when he found out he had to tutor you, the college's queen bee and all around mean bitch. not like you were happy about it either, your precious weekends were being taken away from you, all because of some measly grades. goodbye getting paralytic on a saturday, hello boring nerd with a boring-er voice.

nerd!kento who looked you up and down with a judgemental look when you arrived almost an hour late to your first session, chewing your gum loudly, your scandalously short miniskirt and croptop barely appropriate for a library.

nerd!kento who didn't notice how you stared at his face the whole time he was reading from a textbook, studying him from his glasses to his jaw. you didn't know your tutor was gonna be fine...you could work with this!

nerd!kento who tensed when you placed a manicured hand on his lap, leaning closer to him with faux innocence. you claimed to not understand what he was explaining, and asked him questions you both knew you didn't really care about. his face didn't change though, and he answered all your questions without missing a beat.

nerd!kento who quickly got used to this routine of you showing up in the skimpiest outfit you could find and finding excuses to touch him unnecessarily during your sessions. you were starting to think it was useless, he must be gay or a monk or something since he wasn't reacting. oh, but he was.

nerd!kento who left every session with a raging hard on he had to take care of privately. he was embarrassed, but the scent of your sugary perfume combined with your tits in his face everytime he turned to look at you made him harder than any math equation. even when he jerked off at home, that sugary scent would somehow find a way into his brain.

nerd!kento who snapped randomly one day, the sight of your tits almost hanging out suddenly too much for him. against all logical thoughts, he dragged you to the library bathroom, much to your confusion.

nerd!kento who's attitude definitely matched his dick size. you barely had time to gasp before his slapped his meat across your face with a grunt. "open." and oh boy did you open. that thing had you dicknotized.

nerd!kento who punctuated every thrust with a growl; "this is what you wanted, yeah? trying to– fuck, trying to seduce me with those pretty tits? you think i don't notice your hands on me every session?" as he pounded into your throat, his other hand firm in your hair. "thank god your throat's not as stupid as your brain, huh?"

nerd!kento who barely let you up for air, his hand pushing your head down until you gagged, like he was trying to mold your throat into the shape of his dick. you could feel every inch and every vein of his unnecessarily thick cock.

nerd!kento who pulled out of your mouth so he could finish on your tits, his hips jerking as he stroked his thick cock, his cum splurting all over your cleavage and neck.

nerd!kento who silently put his dick away before leaving the stall. you thought it was over until he came back with some wet paper towels and began softly dabbing at the cum stained areas. more than most of the guys you've hooked up with had done.

nerd!kento who let out a small apology before telling you that you dont have to come to the sessions if you don't want to, and he'll tell the dean you attended.

nerd!kento who left out a sound of shock when you stop him from leaving the stall and ask him for a marker. you write your number down on his forearm. "call me."

a/n: kento nanami the world will know of u. anyway i have this really vivid vision of emo nanami in college so thats what this is based on and if i ever write about college nanami again u bet it will be emo nanami i love you emo nanami!!!!

[askew-d]

how i think mdzs characters would communicate through text

[they’re almost all teachers in a school and wangxian isn’t together yet]

wei wuxian: lan zhaaaan can u plz cm over i tbink smn1 stabbed me 😔😔😔😔😔 hury up i want to 6 ur face b4 i faint er-gege i miss uuuu 🥰💗💗😍😍❤️💕💕💝💕💕❣️💘💖😘😘😚😚

lan wangji: Wei Ying? I’m on my way. [appears in a helicopter, with twenty doctors ready and a blade]

jiang yanli: A-Xian, I am preparing lotus and pork ribs soup for you. Please, take care and behave while jiejie doesn’t arrive 😘

jiang cheng: the idiot almost died again??? lol at this point not even god likes him just die already or smth

lan xichen: I’m sending my best wishes of recovery for your definitely-not-life-partner, Wangji 🙏🏼 ☺️ If you need anything, you can just call me!

lan qiren: Wangji, you better tell me you are not in Wei Wuxian’s house right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [20 missed calls]

jin rulan: You had that coming for you! ………….. Me and the group are coming over with medicine. Don’t think that means I forgave you for calling Fairy fat!!! 😠

lan sizhui: Xian-gege, are you okay?? I was so worried!! But I’m glad Lan-laoshi is with you. We are coming over with treats, please be safe 🙏🏼❤️

lan jingyi: wei-laoshi!!!!!!! please don’t chase after the light 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 you’re the only teacher who can dance macarena!!!!!! who will teach us chemistry shit we dont understand now,????? who will sing never give you up during the school final year with us??????? pls dont be dead your favorite juniors are coming over!!!!!!!!!

ouyang zizhen: i cant believe you’ll have a whole month of leave so you can spend with your crush, wei-laoshi 😭 so lucky!! so romantic!! 💗 just dont die on him ok i’ve heard it causes something called trauma

nie huaisang: Wei-xiong, it wasn’t me who orchestrated this, I swear!!!! I know nothing!! well, last time…. well yeah last time it was kinda my fault but this time it was not!!! I’ll even send you some fine books I read this month, please don’t come after me!!!! 😰

wen qing: bitch…….. u better be joking

wen ning: Wei-gongzi 😮😢 I know you have Lan-laoshi…. but if you need anything….. I’m at your orders….. 🙏🏼

song lang: I bet it was Xue Yang. Crafty bastard.

xue yang: hahahahahhahahhahahah hahahahahahahahah if it were me i would hv gutted him deeper 😈😈😈

xiao xingcheng: *intuitive typing* F.