#The Big Mac Question
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Literally the same thing:
"Sugar Belle?"
"Big Mac?"
"Discord!"
"Mrs. Cake!"
"What did I do??"
"Nothing. I thought we were just saying each others' names."
"HOOT HOOT! Guess who found a special friend in the forest? It was me! Hoot!"
"Lilith."
"Edalyn."
"HOOTY!"
#i love this gag sm#discord#🤝#hooty#gods of chaos#theyre the same genre of guy#i bet they've met#mlp fim#the big mac question#for those wondering
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shoutout to this this & this Macaque concept art, and this lbd concept art by Darkbabtong I'm literally so insane about their works


#i NEED to know what the original deal with macaque was for s3#i have so many thoughts about this. was he supposed to be the big bad? what were they gonna do with lbd in this case? would this have#influenced how the mac&swk backstory would've played out? would he died at the end of s3 like lbd did? and if he did would that have been#his second death or would he not have died at all prior?? so many questions#lego monkie kid#lmk#lmk fanart#lmk macaque#lmk lady bone demon#ariineii art
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Loki season 2 things I am already obsessed with:
- Loki's eyes glowing green
- The way Loki looks at Sylvie when they see each other for the first time in the McDonald's
- The fact that McDonald's has become a character in the Loki Cinematic Universe
- "We're playing God"/"We are gods" - the theological / mythological meta that these lines have spawned in my brain is *flails*
So anyway.
#loki series 2 speculation#loki pokey artichokey#sylki#sylvie#green-eyed loki is my favorite loki#loki and his magic is my otp#loki and the concept of mcdonald's is my second otp#do you think he purchases a meal while he's there#'you fucked the space-time multiverse all up sylvie and like. i GET it but we have to fix it.#also i'm in love with you.#also what's a big mac?'#sylvie's just like 'uh what do you want me to respond to first' and loki is like 'obviously the big mac question i'm very curious'
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Regarding the "I didn't realize music could be good until I was 12 and got exposed to music that was not christian Woah-oh rock or hymns for the first time" thing. Lately those old songs have been popping up in my head again lately and infuriating me with their implications. I should do some angry lyrical analysis at some point.
And also; I of course was exposed to things like pop music before the age of 12(ish). However, my particular upbringing primed me to be disgusted by "worldly" music, i.e. songs about anything OTHER than jesus and how great he is, ESPECIALLY if they were about having sex or having the wrong kind of fun. It's impossible for me to find the line between being an asexual child and having sex repulsion because of that versus being told that these things make a person dirty for even thinking about them and trying to conform to that belief with internalized shame. Art and music in christianity are vessels for god to speak to people through. Or acts of worship from the artist to god. Anything NOT about god was completely out of the question because why would you ever need anything outside of your religion?
I think Monster was the first song I loved outside of the incredibly narrow sphere I grew up in - and that song is also by a christian band. INCREDIBLY narrow. Monster discusses what a person feels and delves into emotions that a lot of children being raised christian will experience, ironically. Wearing a skintight mask that cannot contain the real, sub-human creature that you are, by christian standards. Feeling a lack of control of your true nature, something horrifying and impure, unworthy of being around other people. Imagine you're an undiagnosed autistic 12 year old who is presuming you're a girl until further notice. And the sonic the werehog Monster by Skillet AMV starts. And it has guitars that sound cooler than anything Group One Crew has ever done. Your brain explodes because your favorite song is no longer Toby Mac.
I guess my point in writing all this out is to just reflect on how STIFLING it was, creatively. Spiritually, even! If I am only permitted to express and interpret reverance, how am I meant to grow? If the structure of your religion prevents, discourages, or FORBIDS children (OR ADULTS) from exposure to complex ideas and emotions there is something deeply fucking wrong.
#Listen if you recognize and take psychic damage from me listing the artists the way I do. passing you a cold drink of your choice#I was a big toby mac girlie.#Anyways. If I as a child in your religion cannot safely engage with doubt or questions or confusion. You are indoctrinating me#Obviously.#ONLY representing themes of reverance praise worship etc is one arm of this.#another arm is only bringing up doubt as a theme when you are going to immediately tell the audience that you having doubt was wrong.#Sooo many 'I was lost now I'm found' soo so much of that. holy shit
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A ghostly vessel brings to light a part of Captain Zero’s past he’d rather have left forgotten, and Zorran is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his captain.
Alright, about half a month late, but this fic is finally finished. I really meant for this to be done for traintober but it just grew way bigger than I had originally planned. This is pretty easily my longest fic at the current time of writing. Anyways, I hope you all like it.
#this is tugs#bigg city port#TUGS fic#tugs zorran#tugs captain zero#tugs big mac#tugs lillie lightship#tugs coast guard#tugs fire tug#tugs zak#tugs zip#tugs zug#tugs zebedee#tugs top hat#tugs ten cents#tugs sunshine#ghosts#cw death#cw minor violence#Zorran forced to question if Captain Zero really cares about his well-being#This was originally meant to be part of traintober#But it grew a lot bigger than originally planned#So I couldn't finish it in time#Better late than never I guess
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season 3 episode 21
#edit: ok nevermind the following tag! someone just informed me the special sock (called tabi socks) and this type of shoe -#is actually proper footwear for kimono!#flip flops and socks ???? he should have gotten the section 8 discharge no questions asked for THAT#<- stupid tag laugh about it#mah#m*a*s*h#maxwell q. klinger#klingerfashionarchive#mashblr#big mac
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people getting mad at me for drawing that furry inflation image being at a mcdonalds cuz we're boycotting mcdonalds. first of all mcdonalds is not on the bds boycott list rn. second of all do you think i could afford mcdonalds either way
#that shit is too much money!!!! and nobody is buying my actual furry inflation art which i WILL SELL BTW PLEASE DM ME IF YOURE LOOKING FOR T#txt#anyway authors intent question why do you think i used mcdonalds as the restaurant in that image#is it bc its the most well known fast food chain in america#and that the big mac has been a consistent staple of its branding for decades#and the price increase of that specific item is something a vast majority of people are able to recognize#partially because fifteen dollar mcdonalds hamburger was a hyperbolic claim of right leaning individuals about whatd happen if we raised#the minimum wage to fifteen dollars an hour#and if i had put just Hamburger or something#people would not register it as well because there are fancy hamburger places#that used to sell hamburgers for THE SAME PRICES MCDONALDS SELLS NOW
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HI MAC. FINISHED SEASON ONE OF HANNIBAL. THOUGHTS: AHGHSGHFAHSGDKDFHKJGHKJGD OHGHGGG WILL GRAHAM THERE IS SOMETHING SO WRONG WITH YOU. i am holding him by the scruff of the neck and looking directly into his sad autistic eyes. i love this little guy. he needs severe medical and psychological help. i love him more than anything. dr lecter is so fucking interesting i need to grab him by the neck and strangle him he is such an awful person but such a cool character agh ough agh. he says he's will's friend but then he manipulates him and does all these horrible things and i just!! wanna know why!!!!! if he is your friend why are you hurting him!!!!! or is he actually your friend at all?? do you see him more as something to play with???? someone who thinks in such an interesting way that you wanted to know what lengths you could push him to???? I DON'T KNOW!!!! I WANT TO KNOW SO BADLY!!!!! pls tell me will doesn't die i am so attached to him i am putting him in my pocket and feeding him jellybeans <3 i am going to watch season 2 once my cold is gone because when i feel bad physically i feel bad MENTALLY so i am Not in a good like. headspace?? to watch it rn what with the death and blurring of reality and such but MAN. MANNNNN oh it is so cool i am kicking my feet and giggling i am so excited to watch the rest oghhh it is so fucked up <3 i love fucked up weird murder stories 10/10 amazing show no notes thank u for recommending it 2 me i love it v much :3
NORMAL HANNIBAL EXPERIENCE. OH MY GODDDD im so glad u sre enjoying it so farrrrr <3 its like. beloved piece of media to me but also it fucks me up in the brain. its a good horror reset for me . occasionally im just like. i need to feel weird about blood and gore and death and then i will watch a couple epispdes of hannibal and just sit there like
TAKE YOUR TIME. OF COURSE. dw dw i was the same way watching it for the first time because it gets SO weird and existential sometimes and. tbh the artistic gore kind of got to me in ways i did not expect ??? it can be so overwhelming sometimes and my exact feelings on it are very hard to articulate and i could sit here for hours discussing it and not actually ever get to a point . SO I GET U. it's just the kinda show you gotta take ur time with. and thats totally cool :) I CAN TELL YOU WITH. MINIMAL SPOILERS. will graham doesnt die . absolute mess of a man. u know that post thats like "what a beautiful man . i would love yo see him in a fit of despair" thatd me about will graham. and also covered in blood. and let me tell u this show fucking DELIVERS.
#well. he sure comes close a lot. it is a complicated question. but . i cannot elaborate further without completely spoiling some things#i am a big fan of doesthedogdie as a concept though so i am here 2 be ur personal doesthedogdie.#will graham gets soooooo fucked up but he DOES NOT get killed mid series. i promise u#have u seen the fisherman thing yet. i dont remember when thats brought up as a character trait but he likes 2 go fishing.#literally a character that was made 4 me .#extremely mentally ill guy covered in blood who likes dogs and fish. thats so mac ghostiezone core of him#THERES SOME. PRETTY FUCKED UP STUFF IN THE SHOW THOUGH so if u need actual like.#trigger warnings and such i am happy 2 provide those so u dont have yo look stuff up <3#bc while i am a huge horror enjoyer i also like 2 know vaguely what to expect ahead of time. like i said. big doesthedogdie user here#I LOVE U I LOVE U im glad u are taking care of urself <3333#asks#friends!!!#anachronistic-falsehood
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Wouldnt it be funny if I posted all my work recipes online. If i can't fuck it up no one else can so why gatekeep
#Clicked on someones blog saying they want to try baking macarons again#I'm like oh bud I'm here for u... it's not as hard as u think I prommy#My biggest struggle is making all the macs the same size & not too big#My piping is flawless. Mixing technique not bad - my coworkers come out nicer imo#Anyway if u have weird baking questions. I suppose u can ask a homie
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NERDS DO IT BETTER ☓. ── ( 呪術廻戦 )



⌗ turns out they're the best you've ever had, and you think you're gonna' have to come back for more!
ᯓ starring ─. jjk ensemble cast : nerd! gojo, nerd! geto, nerd! sukuna, nerd! nanami, nerd! toji, nerd! choso
𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲. ㅤ﹑ ( 呪術廻戦 x afab!reader ) ─── ❛ cw ⌓. mdni. college au. risky, public séx. handjóbs. óverstím. hate séx. fíngeríng. fiíming (consénsual). édging. vírgin!kuna. óral (m). missiónary. soft séx. brééding kínk. créampíe. backshóts. óral (f). wc ⌓. 3.5k.
﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚ ─ advanced mathematics, physics
"oh, fuck!" gojo's absolutely quivering, throwing back a head of tousled, snowy hair, "that's, ouh, that's way better than i ever coulda' even dreamed of." pale-pink lips snapping sharp around another moan as he shudders, "can ya' do it again?"
you're clicking your tongue, doing your very best to bite back a flushed smile yourself. knowing that you've got the smartest, honour roll student pliant beneath you, his thighs splayed out and bare — the skin spottled with patches of rosy pink, dusted with fine white hairs. he's still got that campus sweatshirt on, rumpled over the askew collar of the dress shirt underneath. where you're eager to run your hands, to slide your fingers up past the low trail of hair on gojo's groin.
it doesn't hurt that gojo's, like, ridiculously gorgeous. thick-rimmed glasses foggy over vibrant blue eyes, framed by ridiculously long lashes. and you can see him gnawing at the inside of his cheek as your hand keeps at a steady pace. pumping him over and over, until thick ropes of seed are coating your hand. it must be the nth climax of his by now, but it seems neither of you are that eager to call it a day.
you smile at how gojo squeezes his eyes shut, glasses skipping askew so you can fondly kiss his forehead. titling his glasses right back into place, all while he bites back a low, rumbled groan, "a-another?" it's a plea, almost hopeful for you to milk his poor, throbbing cock until there's not much else it can give.
"mhm, i don't know, satoru. it's kinda' risky, don'tcha think?" you're trying to keep your voice down, knowing that anyone could round the corner here. they could move past the stack of chairs littered behind the physics subsection of books and old papers to find gojo spread out so sluttily over this chair, his pants drifting past his ankles while you lean over behind the desk to jerk him off. workshop questions and calculations long discarded as the most intelligent man on campus chases some form of pent-up relief from you, his angel that's solely heaven sent.
gojo's the type of guy that's always moving, whether he's skimming and flipping through pages of glossy textbooks or speeding over the butterfly keys of his steel-grey mac, and right now?
he's still in motion, tapping trimmed nails in staccato beats against the plastic table. drumming his fingers over and over as he does his best to not let you see the crystalline tears of delicious overstimulation pooling at the corners of his eyes. shuddering as you pull back, letting his big cock snap back, smearing a thin line of translucent cum against his blue sweatshirt.
cursing because he knows he's gonna' have to peel that top off before his next class, before anyone can figure out exactly what that stain is, "fuck, we still got 15 minutes before that lecture, yeah? one more, please, baby, jus' one more."
﹙ 夏油 傑 : geto suguru ﹚ ─ philosophy, sociology
"what did i say? eyes on the lenses, pretty girl." geto's determined and mean when he's like this, but then again, when is he not a cunt?
that bitchy nerd's always sniping at you, doing dumb shit like taking your seat in class and sucking up to the teacher — batting pretty, dark lashes at the tutor while throwing a nasty look your way when you get the answer right.
but as of this moment, there aren't any right answers in your head. not when geto's got you propped up in his broad lap. right in front of a blinking video camera, perched on a shaky tripod as he swirls his digits as deep as he can into your pretty, swollen pussy.
"s-sugu', feels so good," you moan, sinking your teeth into the plush flesh of your lower lip as geto's face softens for a split second before hardening once more. handsome features crinkling as he shakes his head of choppy, raven hair, "didn't ask if it felt good, geez. i asked for the answer to the question, or are we jus' having trouble following instructions as well?"
"hate ya' so, so much, still, i don' even remember the fuckin' question," you're sniffling, knowing that he's so deliciously knuckle deep within you right now. your clear, glossy arousal coating his fingers as he pumps the digits in and out of your heat with a satisfying squelch!
geto smiles, as though he wanted you to say that while he was rolling a fat thumb over your clitoral hood. berry lips pulling at the corners as he tuts, using the hand that was previously holding apart your thighs to slide a pristine paper over his bed, clicking his tongue before he intones, "tch', let me quiz you, again, 'cause we got that test tomorrow. though, 'm not sure it's much good. now, how would you explain structural functionalism?"
your mind's absolutely turning to incredible, pleasurable mush as you struggle to form coherent sentences. instead, staring at the blinking red light blearing out through the dark haze of geto's form room, and swallowing as he begins pulling at the sensitive ache of your clit, "it's, like, the premise of everything havin' a purpose. like, hahh, society being a well-oiled machine n' people are jus' cogs and — fuck! suguru, can't even focus like this."
your back is writhing against geto's toned chest, and you can feel the dark strands of hair that have escaped his hairtie tickling at your cheek, "i know, beautiful," he coos, almost as though he quite likes you, rather than the loathing that he claims, "now tell me, who's ideas does structural functionalism align with? answer quick, and i'll make ya' cum this time, promise!"
brain whirring on overtime to snap out a rushed breath, "emile durkheim!" your lips pouting as you heave in a candied breath of air, "that's right, isn't it? now you promised, so please! make me cum, sugu', fuck."
you can hear geto chuckle, "you didn't make me pinky promise, though?" and he's revelling in how you huff, and curse him out, "besides, i like watching you squirm all pretty for the camera. helps me remember my notes so much more. y'know that 'm gonna' go back and revise this later."
﹙ 両面 宿儺 : ryomen sukuna ﹚ ─ anthropology, history
"you're a virgin?" your mouth parting into a sweet gasp as charlotte tilbury leaves sticky strands of product stringing between your pretty lips. because, there's just no way...
sukuna's rolling his crimson eyes, and shoving his tattooed hands into the ragged pockets of his thick hoodie, "why don't we focus on the project again? y'know that the entire thing is due next week, and this is our last meet-up before we gotta' present?"
the burly, quiet man's clearly flushed — with his tanned cheeks painted awash in some watercolour, blushy hue. muttering something about insolent cheerleaders and how he's refusing to get a bad grade because of you. but you're never one to lose. you just cross your arms over your chest, and a little more firmly on purpose, just to watch sukuna gulp as his gaze drops right down to that shadow of cleavage, "hey, you're the one who asked if i was sleeping with the quarterback."
sukuna's just too easy, because for all his churlish, jerkish attitude, he's not immune at all to your easiest charms. like a pretty red lollipop, or a spritz of your favourite body mist, or when you hike the hem of your skirt up just a little bit higher to doodle faint hearts on your flesh. and now he's grunting, drawing his eyes away from your torso to gulp, training his eyes solely on the project rubric, "yeah. was jus' a question. i don't give a fuck."
"mhm, sure." snapping strawberry gum between your teeth, "because i'm not with him." you grin as sukuna stiffens, almost snapping the poor, thin frame of a cheap lead pencil between his thick fingers.
"no?" he sounds almost, almost sheepish. battered headphones clattering around his marked neck as he jerks, and you almost coo. for it's honestly quiet sweet at how interested he sounds. ironic, considering ryomen sukuna is one of the most surly men on campus. always with his nose buried in some medieval book, always some exemplary paper of his pinned to the student noticeboard about the heian era.
"no," you repeat, scooting just a little bit closer to his broad frame, "because 'm interested in someone else, ya' see. like you, 'kuna."
the pencil snaps, the wood finally giving out to the quick motion of sukuna's fingers clamping down on it. pieces scattering and littering the table as broken lead clutters, the remnants of a man who's just had his world rocked but doesn't want to admit it, "hah, funny," he's muttering, "yer' really interested in me?" all you had murmured was a tempting, alluring little phrase that would remain with sukuna forever, something like, "want me to prove it?"
and that's exactly how you ended up like this. eyes blown wide, little hearts dancing around your pupils as you took in the sheer size and girth of what sukuna was hiding in his faded jeans. lips parting to close over the weeping tip of his thick shaft, and grinning at how there's already sheer, salty drops leaking out.
"fuck, w-wait," sukuna's groaning, with his spiky head of two-toned hair thrown back against your desk chair, "it's sensitive." clacking his sharp teeth around a wanton moan when you tongue at the veins bulging on the sides of his cock, "already feels like 'm gonna –"
"cum?" you offer helpfully, flattening your tongue against him so he throbs, hot and heavy, into your mouth. releasing yourself from his cock with a loud pop! and you're sure glad that your sorority roommates aren't home, for you're not sure how to explain that you're dripping wet yourself, just from sucking off the most infamous, ill-reputed nerd on campus.
"yeah, yeah," sukuna rasps, a heady and low tone that escapes from his chest, "and that would be e-embarrassing, fuck, that's — that's a good spot." sighing as you trail teasing fingers over folded skin, right at the underside of the base of his cock.
"not that embarrassing, 'kuna," you shake your head, loosening the slick strand of saliva that was stringing away from your lips. replacing your mouth with an entirely different type of gloss, and one that you're growing increasingly fond of, "and besides, we got a lotta' time before my roommates come back. plenty of other things we can do, hah."
﹙ 七海 建人 : nanami kento ﹚ ─ economics
"but i jus' think numbers are kind of beautiful, wouldn't you say? like they have their own satisfying figure and precision?"
you smack nanami's chest, leaving a small, cherry hue over your boyfriend's pectorals, "your girlfriend is literally under you, and you're talking about numbers being beautiful."
he gives you an apologetic smile, thick waves of golden hair dampened with the sweat of exertion that was to be expected when he was delivering the sweetest, most loving strokes to your very core. thick, bulging tip kissing your cervix as nanami huffs, "sorry, darling. nothing's more beautiful than my girl, and, heh, yer' figure is the one i love the most."
"that's better," you gasp, feeling him rummage through your swollen pussy. girthy shaft bulging past throbbing, dripping folds as he delivers hit after surefire hit against your g-spot. but then, suddenly, you're frowning, "don't you have class, like, right now, babe?"
nanami squeezes his eyes shut, amber lashes kissing peach-flushed skin. "yeah, had some tutorial," he groans, drawing his cock out of you almost entirely before he's snapping his hips back into you with such force that there's a resounding smack reverberating through his bedroom, "but heh, they don't really need me there. i already know all my shit."
"and you won't get in, i don't know, trouble?"
your boyfriend shakes his head, pushing aside the stack of stock market magazines littered near your head, so he can slam his hand down on the soft quilt. all so nanami can steady himself as he has only one purpose in mind, to make you cum. to make you see such stars of pleasure that you squirt all over his cock. and he can already picture your fucked-out form, hazy and littered with the marks of his loving. and drenched down below.
well, anatomically, it mustn't be possible but at the mere vision, nanami can feel himself harden even more. like his cock is responding to the hypnotising grip that you've got him in. hefty balls tightening further and he's rasping in your ear, "can i —, fuck, can i cum in ya', darling?" desperate and falling apart at the mere idea, at the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss, "only if yer' also wanting me to, i swear. but please –"
"yeah. in me, kento. baby, all yours."
that's all it really takes for thick, stringy wads of hot release to spurt out from nanami's weeping tip. cock releasing strands of gooey seed into your cunt in a way that makes your boyfriend press his forehead against yours, littering a thousand kisses against your fucked-out, smiling lips, "thank you, thank you, thank you, darling. i love you so much. can't even put it into words, but i love you —"
﹙ 伏黒 甚爾 : toji fushiguro ﹚ ─ physical education, kinesiology
"what the fuck did you jus' call me, ma?" toji's got a blunt nail trailing down your spine, running over the curve of your ass, "a nerd?"
you're writhing, "yeah, yeah. i mean, that's what everyone says," and it takes every cell in your body to fight back the inevitable release that toji's bestowing upon you. for you're determined to delay this just a little longer, to feel toji's thick cock slam into you from behind over and over in a way that you never really expected from the grumpy sports major.
and it seems the idea amuses him, for you don't even need to turn around to imagine how his sharp, jade-green eyes must be narrowing at the knowledge of what everyone calls toji fushiguro behind his back. how toji's sharp, shark-like grin must be widening, sharpening knives to sink into your shoulder, "why? 'cause i don't do that stupid, attention-seeking sports shit like everyone else in my degree? 'cause i don't wanna' waste my time on the field or in the locker rooms?"
"t-toji, it's 'cause you always got your damn nose in a book. and i didn't even know you could —," you shriek, feeling his burly forearm come up in front of you, past your bouncing breasts to support your weight as he presses further into you, "i honestly didn't even know you could fuckin' read."
"suchhh a nasty attitude, ma," toji chuckles, and your ass pleasurably stings at the resounding smacks echoing through the (thankfully) empty gymnasium. your lace panties pulled to the sides as you're balanced over the bleachers right in the very corner where the lonesome toji fushiguro prefers to sit, where no one else can bother him.
but damn, if he's not getting off on the idea of taking you so prettily like this. don't get him wrong, toji loves this position. loves how nasty and filthy your pretty arch is when he's swabbing his cock against your pussy. but fuck, he also wishes you were flipped around for him. just so he could press a thumb to your lower lip, and watch your eyes go all silly and crossed for him. while he tacked the thick curl of dark hair around his groin to your sticky, throbbing clit. battered your pretty cunt with his inches until that feisty lil' attitude melted away into sugar and cream.
you moan, such a wanton sound, when toji's thick fingers are climbing up your throat. past your jaw to settle at your mouth. pushing past your lip so you can drool so beautifully for him as he does his level best to at least regretfully silence the sexy sounds falling out of your lips.
"careful, ma," toji shudders, feeling the tight heat of your cunt snatch his soul away, "wanna' keep the volume down so those rocks-for-brains football players don't hear what's going on here. unless, you want them to see how the nerd's practically plowing your brains out, hah."
the resulting clench of your cunt tells toji all that he needs to know, and he has to bite back the furious blush crawling over him, underneath his faded varsity jacket, "oh? that's how it is? well, okay then. hold on."
﹙ 脹相 : choso kamo ﹚ ─ lab medicine, psychology
you know better than to sass choso when he's like this, the night before the final semester exam. see, because the man's got your thighs splayed so prettily out for him. glistening, and dripping all over his bedspread. and to the side, he's got that damn anatomy textbook flipped open.
choso's frustrated, sighing and flicking the pads of his fingers against his tongue to thumb at the sticking pages. rolling his eyes when he isn't able to find the passage that he wants, as if that's your fault. but you don't miss the hungry gleam in the raven-haired man's eyes, the spiky knots atop his head coming loose as he delves right back into his favourite meal. his favourite study snack being your glossy cunt, for he could munch on the slick strands forever.
"bear with me, my love," choso's cooing, trailing a slender, pale finger up your sticky folds until he comes to rest at your clit. tapping the throbbing bud once, "jus' gotta' memorise this, and you're helping me so much."
he's pressing a chaste, quaint kiss to your pulsing clit. that dark mark stretched across his face twitching as he murmurs, "ah, think, choso! right, the clitoral glans has, hmm, 8000 nerve endings. and it leads up to..." choso's drawing slow, teasing circles on your clit and it makes you whine, bucking your hips, "patience, my love. i'll reward you extra special for helpin' me out like this. now, it leads up to the clitoral shaft — and did i tell ya' what the crura is?"
you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you rut against choso's handsome nose for some delicious friction, and he clearly seems eager to indulge you, though he's still lost in academic thought, "right. i guess, baby, you could say the crura are kinda' like the legs for the clitoris. and they extend allll along the pelvic bones."
choso's marvelling the glossy, sheer slick coating his fingers. licking a flat stripe right against your swollen, eager cunt, "and the glans, well, my extended answer needs to mention how they, uh, damn, baby. you're soaked." he's shaking his head again, "i keep getting distracted. the glans — they're the ones with the alpha-delta, and c-fibres, and that's what makes you feel so good. transmitting sensations y'see, i get extra marks for mentioning that."
you hazard a glance to the shining pages of the new textbook that choso's kept on his shelf all semester, "and the, uh, the pudendal reflex? you got a sticky note on that one, babe?"
choso smiles, slowly flicking your clitoral hood in up and down motions, each movement sending simmering pleasure through your groin, "a spinal reflex, m'love. helps with the involuntary muscle contractions, like when i do this —," flatting the pad of his thumb against your clit to run tighter circles against the aching nub, watching as your hips jolt up further against his face. coating the lower half of his features in translucent arousal.
"now, my favourite part," choso says, grinning as he turns his attentions elsewhere, to your dripping entrance pooling such a mess over his sheets. and your boyfriend's tugging at his grey sweatpants, "the grafenberg spot. i don't think my fingers will be enough to stimulate it properly."
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we should just combine all computer types into one so i can play all the viddy games instead of longing for one that is windows only (i understand that there are differences between computers (coding maybe??? idfk) but i do not want to have to eventually own two different computers to play the games i want)
#powerwash simulator save me... lili child of geos save me.....phasmophobia save me.....people playground save me....the forest save me....#etc etc.#anyway. if anyone knows any way to somehow get windows games to play on a mac#that does NOT INVOLVE any coding/mod folders or anything like that (i am genuinely incompetent when it comes to that shit) let me know#ok but genuine question. someone who makes games/knows computers. why is it hard to remake a game from windows to mac and vice versa?#like wouldn't you be able to like. just retype it/copy paste that shit#or are the differences between systems so big that you'd have to rewrite the whole thing? wouldn't you be using the same programs#if possible?#lmk in like. baby terms. talk to me like i'm five.
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CUTENESS AGRESSION
streamer!ellie x fem!reader
author’s note: english is not my first language. soooo i saw this video and i couldn’t help myself! maybe i’ll turn this into a smau idk.
warnings: reader is shy! loser!ellie coded. ellie just start to kiss r! during live and they’re the cutest ughhh. reader is called wife, sweetheart, babe and babygirl.



you and ellie had been dating for over two years but only recently she started to post and talking about you. it was your choice. you were very afraid that people would judge you. so when you told ellie she was good to post you, the girl was delirious.
every chance she got, she did it. her instagram feed was practically only pics of you and you two together. and she started to talk a lot about you on her streams, like A LOT.
she was playing the sims because EA sent to her a invite to promote the last expansion pack. she usually would play more dynamic games. she was making herself and she started to playing:
“guys this is not right…my wife is not here with me.”
“this count as cheating? like if i’m going to a club without tell her?”
“fuck i’m going to call her.”
and her fans met you through the speaker:
“hi baby.”
“hi sweetheart, so if i would go to a club alone, without telling you, you would be mad?”
“all alone?”
“yep.”
“i would be worried babe. why are you alone in the club?”
and she started laughing so hard that you couldn’t help yourself too. the chat just kept laughing more adding the funniest comments. this little moment went viral. her fans found your socials, the next day you had 5k new followers.
after this, ellie talked more and more about you and sometimes you would even appear on her lives, only to say hi to the chat really fast and maybe answer some questions. but they always wanted more. they wanted to get to know you! you seem to be a cool girl, your instagram showing how pretty you were and how you have a great life, they wanted to know how ellie pulled a baddie.
a little after insistence, you complied to participate. you both would answer some questions, react to some tiktoks memes about your relationship, nothing very complicated.
someone asked about your makeup and you were answering, “…you know the mac’s pallete? the new one, yeah! i know it’s pretty expensive but looks so good!” you got closer to the camera to show your eyeshadow. and while this, ellie was enamored with you, looking at you with two bigs red hearts on her eyes. “y’all can see? it’s so so so pretty!” you readjusted yourself on your seat and answered more about your makeup, but mid sentence ellie grabbed your face and started kissing you.
“ellie!! sto-“
“no” smooch. “fucking” smooch. “way” smooch. “babe.” loud smooch.
you were smiling so hard while ellie attacked your face with kisses. your blood rushing to your cheeks when you remembered you were on live. with thousands of people watching you. you tried to escape but ellie just hardening her grip.
“i love you so much babygirl. so so so much. you look fucking adorable talking. you look adorable doing anything, fuuuck, i need to marry you.” she said very softly, only for you to hear, but the good mic picked all.
this little moment of you blew up. like, she posted the clip on her tiktok and it got 16 million views. and apparently, everyone liked you.
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Bows & Laces!
pairings: VS worker!geto x reader
synopsis: hearing about Victoria's Secret's new limited edition panties, you decided to get one! You didn't expect to also get a new limited edition man eating you out in your new panties..
VS WORKER!GETO is the best employee out of everyone in the store. Making sure to be extra nice to the ladies when checking out, recommending various lingerie sets to those who needed help—he’s always lending out a helping hand. Of course, the women absolutely loved it. Skipping the other registers just to go to his,desperate for his help.
It was a Monday,only a few people in the store. Geto eyeing all the couples as the men usually pick the most hideous lingerie sets for their girlfriends. He can’t help but feel bad for the women, knowing he would do much better if he had a girlfriend. Lost in his thoughts while putting the new limited edition panties out—he snapped back into reality as someone poked his shoulder.
“um hi!are those the new limited edition ones?”—geto could’ve fell right onto his knees once you were in his sight. You,all pretty and dolled up asking him such an obvious question. The growing tent in his pants shows how excited he is about a gorgeous girl like you approaching him. “hey pretty girl, yup these are the limited ones. here I’ll show you all of em”. Laying out the 6 new pairs of panties, he watches how your eyes have that sparkle in them as you observe the pairs.
His eyes fixated on your expression, imagining you in a light pink lingerie set—lying down on his bed with your legs spread wide with a wet spot on your cloth clit. “ugh I don’t know which one to pick!”, coming up behind you and picking up one of the panties. His bulge pressing against your ass as he places his large hand on your waist. “Hmm I think this one will look good on you”—holding up a light pink lace thong with a small white bow on the front. Noticing the small gasp that left your mouth and how you slightly rubbed your thighs together—his boner getting bigger as your ass slowly grinds against it. Thankfully there isn’t much people in the store!
“you should try it on for me sweetheart, you’ll look so good”. Next thing you know, you and Geto are in one of the dressing rooms. Geto sitting down, you in between his parted legs. One of his hands caressing your waist as the other one softly grips your ass. “hmm you look so cute baby”, his hand sliding down to the front of your panties as his thumb rubs against your cloth pussy. Letting out a soft moan, he smirks as he observes your cute face. “you like that huh?so wet for me”—turning you around as your back faces him, lifting you up onto his lap and spreading your legs apart.
“be a good girl and don’t make any sound,okay baby?”. You nod as you reach to take off the panties he chose, his hand swatting yours away. “nu uh, those stay on”—his big hand reaching under the lacey panties as he begins to rub your wet clit in circles. letting out quiet whimpers as the pace of his fingers quicken. Your pussy sounding like literal mac and cheese due to how wet you are. “Hmm look at you baby, so beautiful and wet. Fuck your pussy is so cute too”— squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to look at yourself in the mirror facing the two of you.
fingers sliding down towards your small hole, entering one finger and slowly another. A small moan escaping your mouth as you grip his wrist. “remember stay quiet pretty girl, wouldn’t want someone walking in on us hm”. His two fingers pumping in and out of your hole, the wet noises making geto leak through his pants with pre cum. Too occupied with the cute women gripping his fingers, he failed to realize one of his co workers was calling for him outside the dressing room.
“Hey! Geto! Get your ass back to the register there’s a big line forming”. Ignoring his obnoxious co worker’s yelling, he’s so absorbed in the sounds of your wet cunt and your cute moans. Well too absorbed since his co worker opened the door to the dressing room—the sight of you and Geto, his fingers stopping midway as the both of you stared at the worker.
“what the fuck are you doing."

a/n: I headcanon that geto is an absolute munch and that he’s SUPER good with his fingers. credits to @/strangergraphics for the divider!
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Tap Out
Just thinking about Rafe's super gorgeous, beautifully breathtaking girlfriend who is notorious for giving people a hard time. Especially him.
She got that million dollar Million dollar oow, oow And all I want to do is touch it Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout,
Rafe stands tall and brooding in front of the bed where you sat while he hits replay on the overbearing series of voicemails you'd left him while he was out.
"Hi Rafe, I know you said you and Barry had to go take care of whatever it was that you said—I don't know; I wasn't really listening, but I just saw this new coach bag online, and I need you to send me a picture of your credit card front and back so I can get it. Thanks in advance baby."
You stay silent and unbothered by the replay.
He plays the next one, "It's almost midnight, Rafe. When are you coming home? I miss you. The bed is so big and empty without you in it. You remember that night we came back from the Blue Diamond charity gala and we barely made it up the stairs? The way you fucked me so good, left me aching for you for days--mmmm, wanna feel you like that again, come home Rafeyy."
Your boyfriend huffs as he moves to play the last one except this one is silent for the first few moments until some lewd sounds can be picked up. It's wet and sticky. It sounds like Thanksgiving mac and cheese being stirred in the pot. Soon, the faintest string of moans can be heard.
Most wouldn't be able to pick up on it, but not Rafe. His ears are trained to the sound of your voice. He's accustomed to every pitch, tone and frequency your pleasure can take on.
You stand, ready to plead your case, "You were gone for hours, what was I supposed to do?" Your arms cross defensively and they suddenly drop when Rafe's big hand is holding you by the throat, squeezing tight enough to have you gasping.
"You think this shit is funny?" His voice is strict, unwavering and serious. "What if Barry heard this? Huh?" Your eyes roll, defences refusing to crumble even with a limited supply of air, "It's Barry, he'd probably thank me-"
You need to learn when to shut up at the end of a rhetorical question because now Rafe had you bent up like a pretzel. One hand is still around your neck while the other holds you at the waist.
Your legs are shaking as he brings you to what you thought was your third orgasm but is actually the fourth (you'd blacked out during the second one). "Rafe- no- s'too much," You murmur, voice broken and weak from all your screams.
"Nothin's too much for you." He groans, punctuating his sentences with a sharp snap of his hips. It sends you reeling and your eyes roll back as you feel that familiar heat begin to unfurl in your core.
You shake your head repeatedly, "I can't--Rafe! Please." You beg, so incredibly turned on by the sight of your hot boyfriend who looked down to where your bodies connected. The way your slick covered his cock down to his balls. It pulls a groan out of him from his core.
You admired the sweat that gathered over the thin hairs on his chest and that piercing blue gaze that would glance up at you from time to time to taunt you like now. "You know what to do if you can't take it sweet thing." You do know what to do, but you refuse to back down, you're so close.
"O-oh shit I'm-" The words escape and your climax is stolen from you when Rafe stops completely and pulls out, his hands move down to your hips, shamelessly displaying his physical dominance over you and flipping you onto your stomach effortlessly.
He grips the flesh of your waist and manhandles you until you're being pulled back against him, the beautiful sight of your plump and juicy ass in his hands is enough to send him to the heavens above or maybe the firey pits below.
You're already too weak to hold yourself up on your arms, so you let yourself fall into the sheets. Your cries muffled into the pillows as Rafe slowly presses back into you, stretching you back open. His rhythm picks up with nothing but urgency and mercilessness.
Your back arches, and you cry out his name when you're blinded by your own orgasm. Coming undone once more and he comes soon after with a breathy chuckle. His hips are still rolling into yours lethargicly when he whispers, "You got one more in you, baby?"
"Fuck no. I'm done." You whine, your fists tapping out on the pillow and his pace slows until he finally stops, slowly pulling out.
"That'll teach you to fuck with my voicemails when I'm not here." He lays himself down beside you, carefully moving the stray strands of hair out of your face to admire you.
Your lips were swollen from all the sucking and biting he'd done to them earlier, your cheeks flushed and your body is spent. You grin, "You know you liked it, especially that last one." Rafe exhaled, even in your drained state you can still find time to be bratty.
"I did, I did. You sounded so fucking pretty playing with that perfect pussy of yours. Had to go rub one out in Barry's bathroom because of you." You smile a little bigger at that. "Good." Is all you say and Rafe can only roll his eyes as he moves to hold you in his arms.
You both lay there, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies until Rafe speaks up softly, "Tuesday." He says, and your head looks up at him with a confused tilt. Without having to ask him, he explains, "The purse you want. I ordered it. It'll be here on Tuesday."
Just when your smile couldn't get any bigger, it does, and Rafe can't help but to be in awe because god you're so fucking gorgeous but you're such a pain in the ass.
His prettiest headache.
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Question for the math people: let’s say I don’t die of illness or old age and i have enough water for the trip, how many big mac’s would i need to eat to survive while flying from start to star to draw the Orion constellation with my travelling patern (assuming my spacecraft the only one moving, so not the stars)?
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Learning that fans hated Applejack and called her "boring" is crazyyy to me because I genuinely, unironically believe AJ's the most complex character in the main six.
Backstory-wise, she was born into a family of famers/blue collar workers who helped found the town she lives in. She grew up a habitual liar until she had the bad habit traumatized outta her. She lost both her parents and was orphaned at a young age, having to step up as her baby sister's mother figure. She's the only person in the main gang who's experienced this level of loss and grief (A Royal Problem reveals that AJ dreams about memories of being held by her parents as a baby). She moved to Manhattan to live with her wealthy family members, only to realize she'll never fit in or be accepted, even amongst her own family. The earlier seasons imply she and her family had money problems too (In The Ticket Master, AJ wants to go to the gala to earn money to buy new farm equipment and afford hip surgery for her grandma).
Personality-wise, she's a total people-pleaser/steamroller (with an occasional savior complex) who places her self worth on her independence and usefulness for other people, causing her to become a complete workaholic. In Applebuck Season, AJ stops taking care of herself because of her obsessive responsibilities for others and becomes completely dysfunctional. In Apple Family Reunion, AJ has a tearful breakdown because in she thinks she dishonored her family and tarnished her reputation as a potential leader –– an expectation and anxiety that's directly tied to her deceased parents, as shown in the episode's ending scene. In The Last Roundup, AJ abandons her family and friends out of shame because believes she failed them by not earning 1st place in a rodeo competition. She completely spirals emotionally when she isn't able to fulfill her duties toward others. Her need to be the best manifests in intense pride and competitiveness when others challenge her. And when her pride's broken, she cowers and physically hides herself.
Moreover, it's strongly implied that AJ has a deep-seated anger. The comics explore her ranting outbursts more. EQG also obviously has AJ yelling at and insulting Rarity in a jealous fit just to hurt her feelings (with a line that I could write a whole dissection on). And I'm certain I read in a post somewhere that in a Gameloft event, AJ's negative traits are listed as anger.
Subtextually, a lot of these flaws and anxieties can be (retroactively) linked to her parents' death, forcing her to grow up too quickly to become the adult/caregiver of the family (especially after her big brother becomes semiverbal). Notice how throughout the series, she's constantly acting as the "mom friend" of the group (despite everything, she manages to be the most emotionally mature of the bunch). Notice how AJ'll switch to a quieter, calmer tone when her friends are panicking and use soothing prompts and questions to talk them through their emotions/problems; something she'd definitely pick up while raising a child. Same with her stoicism and reluctance at crying or releasing emotions (something Pinkie explicitly points out). She also had a childhood relationship with Rara (which, if you were to give a queer reading, could easy be interpreted as her first 'aha' crush), who eventually left her life. (Interestingly enough, AJ also has an angry outburst with Rara for the same exact reasons as with EQG Rarity; jealous, upset that someone else is using and changing her). It's not hard to imagine an AJ with separation anxiety stemming from her mother and childhood friend/crush leaving. I'm also not above reading into AJ's relationship with her little sister (Y'all ever think about how AB never got to know her parents, even though she shares her father's colors and her mother's curly hair?).
AJ's stubbornness is a symptom of growing up too quickly as well. Who else to play with your baby sister when your brother goes nonverbal (not to discount Big Mac's role in raising AB)? Who else to wake up in the middle of the night to care for your crying baby sister when your grandma needs her rest? When you need to be 100% all the time for your family, you tend to become hard-stuck with a sense of moral superiority. You know what's best because you have to be your best because if you're aren't your best, then everything'll inevitably fall apart and it'll be your fault. And if you don't know what's best –– if you've been wrong the whole time –– that means you haven't been your best, which means you've failed the people who rely on you, which means you can't fulfill your role in the family/society, which makes you worthless . We've seen time and time again how this compulsive need to be right for the sake of others becomes self-destructive (Apple Family Reunion, Sound of Silence, all competitions against RD). We've seen in The Last Roundup how, when no longer at her best, AJ would rather remove herself from her community than confront them because she no longer feels of use to them.
But I guess it is kinda weird that AJ has "masculine" traits and isn't interested in men at all. It's totally justified that an aggressively straight, misogynistic male fandom would characterize her as a "boring background character." /s
At the time of writing this, it's 4:46AM.
#mlp#yeah i wrote this last night during insomnia.#yeah i know an embarrassing amount of crap about this kids show#but whatever it's my hyperfixation i'll store as much useless information as i want!!!#i'm gay and neurodivergent i have an excuse#in case you needed more proof that aj's my favorite character#personal#delete later#unless you like this analysis stuff#i get why they didn't reveal aj's parent's death until way later and why they didn't do much with it but i wish they did#cuz narratively there could've been so much material with aj's grief. like. i feel like we gloss over the fact that she lost her#mother and father as a teenager#i tried keeping my personal hcs out of this to keep it unbiased#but i'll put some in the tags#involving rarijack –– i think aj can be (but not always) very self-conscious about her relationship with rarity#anxieties that she's not the right fit or that rarity will move away and leave her some day or that another woman will take her attention#(like in rollercoaster of friendship?? nudge nudge??). basic seperation anxiety stuff#long post#regarding applebloom whenever i think about her and her parents i think about that scene in steven universe where steven looks up at#a portrait of his mother and openly wonders what kind of sack lunches she would've made for him. that episode still fucks me up
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