#punctation

[thecolourrainbow]

Sometimes I think that love is just mythical like joni mitchell sang.

[arsonisticartichokes]

Adult!Izuku who's joints are still heavily damaged from his time at UA, so sometimes, when his hands really ache, he'll look over his students work and then tell Katsuki what to write on them <3

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(not to get personal on the main but—

thinking about how when people die, the first year of your life literally sucks and every conversation you have, you cant help but to bring them up.

“the weather, its raining”

“he loved the rain”

and year two sucks too. maybe year three is a little bit better and then four and five and six roll by

and you stop bringing them up in casual conversation.

you no longer think of them when the wind blows or when theres ice cream cake at the grocery store—instead they shift to being thought about on special occassions. birthdays, anniversarys, christmas—

theres still a seat for him at the table

light a candle for her, smile out at the sunset

seven, eight

and suddenly you have new people and youre in a new stage of your life and you havent mentioned them once.

it comes up finally and they gasp

“oh im sorry i didnt know”

and you realized you had never mentioned it.)

[wakewithgiggli]

One for the "Punctation is important" collection

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

The random last minute resurrection for Dracula and Lisa is absolutely atrocious and dumb. He was vampire who committed literal genocide and she was a person who was like fine with it still?!!! The heck they got to get resurrected for no reason and have fluffy happy times?! The writing was dumb awful.

Eh I mean I don't really care about it from a moral "they didn't deserve it" perspective but like if they're going to be resurrected... make it make sense! Give it any real emotional resonance! The fact that Lisa never got to react to anything Dracula did (does she even know he was prepared to kill their son for opposing his exterminate-all-humans plan??) was a fucking crime. She's not a character at that point, she's just an object.

[lixenn]

My lil cousin liked the book I lend to her.

Validation😈

[clumsyvelvetworms]

Some various critters from a visit to a relative in (very) rural Vic last year!

Eucalyptus Variegated Beetle (Paropsisterna cloelia)

Harlequin Red Bug (Dindymus versicolor)

Punctate Flower Chafer (Neorrhina punctatum)

Common Pill Woodlouse (Armadillidium vulgare)

Calomela bartoni

Common Flatwing (Austroargiolestes icteromelas)

[upsidetotheleft]

I toe the line between chronically online and completely technologically adverse so often that my internet comprehension is so off.

Despite spending a lot of free time on Tumblr, I have only just found out what the ToT means - I though it was another slang?

No it's actually a crying open mouth person, if you didn't know.

Also I didn't know you could click the volume button and the lock button to take a photo either - somehow my friends can do it on my phone but I always turn my phone off??

Anyway, if anyone wants to try and quiz me to test my knowledge, I'm up for the challenge.

[ofherlionheart]

[emchovy]

I'm not even into forcefem but I feel like you could write a decent forcefem story about Wesley and the ghost from Sub-Rosa.

[flamingrubys]

closed rp with @dragonskxn

Shamar would approach the farm bearing a few gifts some fish sandwiches and to the side some raw punions and a a bit of cheese. while on his way here he did run into some trouble with some bandits, luckily they weren't too much of a problem, being able to fly has its perks ESPECIALLY in combat. His draconic tail whipped behind him as he folded his wings and walked up to the home of Anna going to knock on her door. "miss Anna are you home?" he asked as he would curiously look over at the backside of the home where the garden is, he wondered what she was currently growing? a thought for later. looking about the house while he waited for Anna to answer the door taking in all the details of her home.

[serving-sizes]

in hindsight i think i broke two ribs with that harness

and not because of the harness itself... but because of the way i fell into the bathtub from being too topheavy

i do not know moderation 🥲

[lazchance]

tiger beetle... shiny

tiger beetles are pretty underrated when it comes to 'beetles that social media loves' it feels like every species is in some wacky colour like even the sleek black ones have brightly coloured legs

anyway heres one with a bluish green, highly punctated elytra and orange midlegs just chilling

i have a pic of this tiger beetle thats like rainbow coloured it actually looks like it eats skittles as its diet... its an old and kinda crappy photo let me know if you would like to see that one

[leaflingsstuff]

[Start ID: a poem written in a typewriter-like font, black on white.

Sometimes The Wolf Cries Girl. by srwpoetry

sometimes the hero stumbles and falls right off of the page. sometimes the princess rolls her eyes and says "i don't want to be saved." sometimes the dragon needs rescuing and the villain aches to be helped, sometimes, in the darkness, the lost boy finds himself. sometimes the prince is cunning, and not at all what he seemed, sometimes the witch's kindness shows it's she who deserves to be queen. sometimes we shouldn't define people by someone else's point of view - just because it's what we've been told, doesn't make it true.

End ID]

srwpoetry

[thebigbadbatswife]

OCT 24th - Dacryphilia

Pairing - Arkham Knight!Jason Todd x F!Reader

Title - Pretty When You Cry

Summary - The Arkham Knight thinks you look so much better like this.

Warnings - Dacryphilia, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Degradation, Possessive Behaviour

Word Count - 667

You look so much better like this, Jason thinks. 

You’re spread out on the concrete floor beneath him, your legs held open by his hands as he fucks you. Tears glisten in your eyes as your pussy leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock.

There’s no more venom in your voice. Just pathetic little mewls for more as he takes you hard and fast. Your nails scrabble for purchase in the plating of his armour as your back arches off of the floor, your eyes screwing shut and forcing the tears out and sending them rolling down your face as you cum again. 

You’re so pretty when you cry, he thinks. And it confirms his original thought. You really do look so much better like this than you do when you’re trying to kill him. 

Sure, Batman will throw you behind bars and forget you ever existed. It wouldn’t be the first time. Forgetting people is what he does best, but you don’t seem to care. Each time you come to blows with him you’re more aggressive and reckless than the last. You haven’t come close yet. Each encounter ends the same way. You stripped of your suit and crying his name as he fucks you sensless.

“Wonder what Batman’ll think about his newest sidekick being such a whore.” He punctates each word with a particularly hard thrust, forcing more moans and cries from you. “Do you think he’ll be angrier about the fact that you’re so easy or that I got to you first?”

Briefly, that fire returns to your eyes as they narrow at him and you grit your teeth. It quickly disappears again, your mouth falling open as you moan, as soon as he presses his thumb against your swollen clit. He chuckles, the noise sounding robotic because of his helmet.

“I bet seeing you spread out underneath me like this would really fuck him off,” he continues. “That’s why you keep coming after me alone, isn’t it? You know he’s getting close to finding me. You want him to see what a cockdrunk slut you are.” 

Jason’s rambling as he draws closer and closer to his own orgasm. His rhythm is erratic and his thrusts are even harder than they were before. He lets go of your leg and leans in close you, his helmet brushing up against your ear.

“And he can want you all he wants, but he’s never going to have you. This cunt belongs to me.” 

He pulls away and he slaps your clit, making your body jolt and a short cry of surprise leaves you as more tears are forced from your eyes. And he is absolutely addicted to the way that you look. 

“No one else is allowed to touch this cunt, but me.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. He’ll kill anyone who even lays a hand on you. Including the men that brought you to him after you broke into his base and purposely got yourself caught. You belong to him and only him.

His orgasm hits him hard. He groans deeply as he spills his release deep inside of you. He keeps thrusting, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. When it starts to hurt, he pulls out of you and watches as the mixture of his and your fluids drip from your puffy pussy, making a mess on the floor. 

If he had the energy to spare, he would take you again and again and again. The night’s still young and he has a city to burn and a vigilante to kill. Jason climbs to his feet and tucks himself back into his pants. You don’t make an attempt to move. Your chest falling fast and hard as catch your breathe. Well, you won’t be much of an issue now. 

Maybe he’ll come back for you once Batman lies dead and broken. He seriously doubts that you’ll be getting very far since you won’t be able to walk straight.

[wriothesleysgf]

wonderland— wriothesley.

★ : wriothesley is tired of your phone ringing. he's not going to let something like that stop him having fun.

cw : riding, teasing, exhibitionism, praise, m. m-sturb-tion, spit, fem reader.

"fucking angelic," wriothesley growled, punctuating the phrase with a slap to your ass. the sound echoed around the room, combining with the grunts and groans emanating from the two colliding bodies.

you continued to ride him as best as you could, though the pace that he was attempting to set was becoming too much; the man was essentially using you like a toy at this point. what had begun as you slowly grinding on his thigh whilst he finished up some paperwork had lead to his thick cock kissing your cervix as he gripped your hips tight enough that the indents of his blunt nails were visible.

"is my pretty girl struggling? why don't i take—" he began, but was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. he ignored it initially, letting it go to voicemail. the caller didn't leave a message, so certainly it couldn't be important, right?

wrong. after the third call, wriothesley grabbed your phone from his desk and checked the caller id. he turned the screen to face you, and before even a syllable could pass your lips he had hit the answer button. he put the phone to your ear, hinting for you to take it and answer the call.

"y- yes, monseiur neuvillette? is everything okay?" you spoke in the most professional voice that you could muster, given that wriothesley's cock was still nestled within you.

"stay quiet, princess. you don't want your boss knowing how you really spend your lunch breaks, do you?"

your raised eyebrows soon turned into a warning glare, as wriothesley picked you up from his lap and put you onto his desk. with your back flat against the hard wood, he took a moment to see exactly how messy he'd already made your sweet cunt. even just with one finger traced through your sensitive folds, and you were forced to bite your bottom lip.

"is everything okay? are you feeling unwell?" the iudex queried.

you had to use every last ounce of strength to maintain your composure. "i'm perfectly fine, it's just a little cold, that's all."

wriothesley's smirk gave you the urge to slap it off of his face. he knew precisely how to drive you crazy, and it worried you. whilst trying to maintain the conversation with your boss, he continued to tease you.

he bent down to place a kiss to your swollen clit, and the short whine that fell from your lips was almost certainly audible on the other end of this call. if he did notice, however, he didn't mention it. nor did he mention any noises you made from the subsequent kitten licks to the sensitive bud.

wriothesley was enjoying this a little too much. he decided to go all out, lining his cock up with your puffy cunt despite the wide eyes from you— it wasn't a plea not to do this, no, but rather a look of shock that he'd go so far. in fact, it was turning you on even more. the risk of being caught was exhilarating, and had your slick dripping onto the desk below you.

"oh, baby," wriothesley cooes as he slowly pushes into you. "always take me so well, 's like your cunt was made for me," he punctates the sentence by collecting a fat glob of saliva in his mouth and spitting directly onto your clit. the combination of such a lewd action with his praise filled words never failed to make you weak.

with a few more harsh thrusts into you, your phone lay forgotten about on the desk. your whimpers became more prominent, and from the look in your eyes you were bordering on overstimulation.

wriothesley removed his left glove with his teeth, throwing it aside before putting two fingers to your lips. he didn't gag you, instead slowly allowing you to suck on his digits as a way to stay quieter— how considerate. you swirled your tongue around his digits, your hands both on his wrist. soft pleas came out distorted, though from the way that your cunt intensely pulsed, wriothesley knew you were close to cumming.

"think you can stay quiet, princess?" he chuckles. you nodded sheepishly, and he removes his fingers from your mouth. "good girl."

however, that trademark smirk start to appear again.

instead of going easy on you, he immediately targets your pretty clit. a couple of taps followed by a few strokes had you writhing around. wriothesley tutted a few times, unimpressed. "he can probably hear you thrashing around on my desk, darling," he reminds you, nodding towards your phone. you assumed he'd hung up, though the quieted calls of your name made it clear that neuvillette was still on the line.

wriothesley moved you around a little, pushing your legs up into somewhat of a mating press. his goal was to keep you still enough that you couldn't shift out of his reach as your highs approached. your ankles were at his shoulders, his body pressed against your thighs. the hard, powerful thrusts continued, and you were a blubbering mess. the man took a moment to slap your tits, always finding the way that your flesh jiggled incredibly attractive. with a pinch of your stiff nipple for good measure, he returned to his attack on your swollen clit.

"go on, baby," wriothesley cooed. "you know you wanna cum for me, yeah? let me hear it, princess,"

there were tears in your eyes from the overstimulation. with his thick cock consistently grazing over all the spots that made your back arch and the gentle touches to your cunt, it didn't take too long before your nails dragged down wriothesley's back and your thighs to begin to shake. you babbled something incoherent again and before you knew it, your orgasm came crashing down on you. it triggered the man's own high, and he shot his load deep inside of you.

he leaned over you, allowing you both to be close to one another as you caught your breath. wriothesley mumbled gentle praises into your ear and carressed your cheek, wanting you to feel as safe and loved as ever.

what the two of you were unaware of, was the absolute bliss being experienced on the other end of the line too. if one were to listen closely, they would hear the esteemed iudex's heavy pants.