#so y’all are getting this post

[fairiepunk]

I don’t know about you

But I’m feelin

22

[alaraxia]

needless to say the vibes were in shambles

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Chronic Sonic pt 12

POV ur bestie comes back from like three to five years abroad

1. After that delightful experience in pt 10, Sonic is a lot less quick to drop his inhibitors or actively seek out the emeralds. Since the only thing he really used to do in his free time was run around adventuring and doing battle and he can’t do that like he used to with his inhibitors preventing him from reaching his full speed (Tails is working on it) so there’s not much else for him to do. Sure he could do the routine Tails drew up for him, but doing little exercises feels pretty pointless in the face of everything. (Even if they really do help when done consistently.)

2. Amy’s back! What was she doing? I dunno, spreading joy and love and enhappifying the world, your guess is as good as mine. Tails actually called her to come visit. Sonic hasn’t seen her for a while and she’s the one person that wasn’t around while this whole spiral happened (so he doesn’t subconsciously associate her with any of it.) They’ve kept her mostly up to speed via texting and some occasional short video calls. (Oh and Sonic and Amy are platonic here. Cotton-Candy Duo. Besties!)

3. Shadow helps Tails out in his workshop sometimes.

[zibiscusloon]

Zibi’s Reminders!:

Happy Pride Month! 🩷💜💙 :)

[lilbitofsomthin]

Curly Talks AU part 7 ✨

Featuring Curly actually getting to say more than three fucking words :D

Still have more parts planned so stay tuned!

[jsheios]

So Hilda season 3. (This post has nothing to do with hilda season 3)

[housecow]

so. it finally happened 🫣

this is the link to my OF!! now—it’s going to stay very casual until i get to a point i’m comfortable making more content. i’ll be posting more nudity to OF—no more nipples here on tumblr if i want my account to stay up—as well as longer videos.

i will also be posting on the drive still, of course!! videos on OF will be shorter clips and more polished videos, as well as more photo sets :))

this is a casual thing!! a good way to support me would be subbing to the OF—a lot of y’all have asked about this so here it is!!

[hunter-burton]

“Hunter!!! What r u doing insanity posting????”

“The ultralings…. They’ll feast.”

[lore-grandma]

How fucking dare, you come into my house, fuck my wife and you don’t even offer any of your bean dip casserole?!

[eldritch-ace]

MaraLeiaBine because I’m normal about sapphic SW ships :3

(Mara design inspired by @organatwins / @starwarsyuri )

[eightbitpale]

Two colourways. My padme psychosis continues. She’s Helen to me

[ovaryacted]

[mirrored-muse]

ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ | ɢ.ɢ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 936 (blurb)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɢɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ. (ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɢɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ɢᴇᴍꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ʜɪ, ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ. 😭 ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ.

You’d been to Gideon’s room a hundred times- back when you were kids, running around Jesse and Amber’s house barefoot after Sunday school. When you started dating in high school, he’d sneak you upstairs when your family came over for dinner.

Now that you were older, helping him pack for a weekend youth trip with Abraham and the younger kids from church, the room still held that same lived-in chaos.

Which is why you’re sitting on his bedroom floor, hunched over, searching for his old Bible, the one he grew up reading, so he can give it to Abraham.

“Are you sure it’s in here?” you call from the closet, brushing aside a crumpled pair of jeans and a tangled belt that had definitely seen better days.

“Positive,” Gideon hollers from the bed. “Brown leather cover, busted corner. It’s in a box somewhere with my old church stuff.”

You sigh, kneeling to push aside a bin of tangled cords. “You need a system.”

“I have a system.”

“No, baby, you don’t. It looks like a tornado came through here.”

You grin when you hear him laugh- that familiar, warm, boyish laugh that always makes your stomach flip. You’ve been dating since you were sixteen, but you’d known him way longer. Your parents were church regulars, part of the Gemstones’ congregation for years, which meant most of your childhood was spent with Gideon, either beside you at Bible camp or passing you notes during service while Jesse preached.

It had always been him. You just didn’t know it until he kissed you on the church lawn after youth group one night, blushing hard and apologizing, even though you’d kissed him right back.

You reach for the next box and tug it toward you. The lid pops open.

Your hand stills and your eyes widen.

Sitting right on top, nestled among a stack of old sheets, is a small velvet ring box.

You stare at it for a second, like it might disappear if you blink too fast. You hadn’t meant to open it, really, but your curiosity got the best of you.

Inside is a ring. Simple. Beautiful. A soft gold band, a delicate diamond, elegant in a way that made warmth grow in your chest.

“Gid?” you call softly, still staring.

“Hmm?” he answers, distracted, probably scrolling on his phone.

“Um- I found… something.”

You’re not sure why your voice goes small. Maybe because it feels like something big. Something real.

The closet door creaks. Footsteps. Then he peeks in and his eyes go wide, like you’ve just pulled a fire alarm.

“Shit.”

“I didn’t mean to-” you start quickly, panicking. “I was just looking through stuff and I thought this box looked like- well, I didn’t think it was that.”

“No, no, I believe you,” he says, hands up as he steps inside. “It’s not- I’m not mad. I just-” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

You blink, lips pulled down into a guilty pout. “You’re not upset?”

He looks at you, really looks- like he’s seeing you for the first time. “No, baby, course not. I just… I had a whole plan.”

Your heart races. Voice soft. “What was it?”

He rubs the back of his neck, giving that sheepish, sideways smile he always gets when he’s nervous. “I was gonna take you out to the lake house and wait until sunset. I even asked your dad if I could borrow that old camera y’all have so I could film it.”

Your throat tightens, looking at him with glassy eyes.

“Really?”

He nods, cheeks pink. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a long time. Since we were, like, what- eighteen? I just wanted to wait until the right time.” He pauses. “But I always knew you were it for me.”

You take a step closer, still holding the ring box like it might vanish if you don’t hold on tight enough. “You’ve never told me that.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t wanna overwhelm you.”

“You wouldn’t’ve,” you say quietly. “You know that.”

There’s a pause. Then he glances at the ring and says, “I still wanna do it right.”

You smile, tug gently on his shirt, shaking your head a little. “Do it here.”

He raises an eyebrow. “In the closet?”

“Yeah.” You grin. “It’s us, isn’t it?”

He stares at you, then softens completely, nodding. “Okay.”

He takes the box from your hand, drops to one knee, not dramatic, not rehearsed, just real, and looks up at you, those pretty blue eyes full of fondness and nerves and a mix of something old but familiar.

“Will you marry me—”

You don’t even let him finish.

You drop to your knees in front of him, throw your arms around him into a tight hug, and nod your head against his shoulder.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He laughs against your shoulder, holding you close. Then he pulls back, slides the ring onto your finger with shaky hands, and kisses your knuckles like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

“This is gonna be a fun story to tell,” he says, still breathless. “‘How’d he propose?’ ‘Oh, in his closet, next to a box of crumpled-up youth group flyers and dirty clothes.’”

You laugh, smiling at him. “Perfect.”

“Not what I planned,” he murmurs, pulling you into him, “but still perfect. You make everything okay.”

You open your mouth to reply, only to be interrupted by the bedroom door swinging open, Jesse barging in.

“Hey, son, you seen my— what the hell are you kids doing in the closet?”

[sammys-magical-au]

I think we should stop using the “Obi-Wan went through a lot of pain but never turned therefore he’s better than Anakin” argument. Full stop.

Instead we should be saying “the fact that Obi-Wan didn’t turn and Anakin did makes it clear just how fucking far he was pushed to the point of snapping, and how different his suffering was from Obi-Wan’s”.

And before you start finger-wagging at me for this I want you to know that Obi-Wan canonically believes this too:

The fact that Anakin wasn’t a bad person to begin with is what makes Star Wars so fucking tragic and ignoring that to paint him as the villain in every situation, even before he turned, is ignoring the point of the story completely. I’m so tired of seeing all this hate for my boy. He did everything wrong but he was still a good person in the beginning and at the very end.

[i-like-forcefem]

You wake up due to a an odd discomfort around your groin, you feel around and touch something soft and plastic?

You turn on the lights and find yourself lock in a small, pink chastity cage

You panic a little, you’ve never done this before, you try to pull it off and it won’t budge and you notice just how little you can touch your member now

You get hard

It hurts

You look around the room and see an envelope next to a small pile of clothes and some odd plastic?

You open the envelope

My dearest love,

You wronged me, the fact you wouldn’t know who I am makes it that much worse

So I thought it’d only be right if I punished you

As you might’ve found out already I’ve securely locked you up and only I have the key

If you ever want it back you’ll need to do some things for me first

Mod course you won’t be allowed to touch your memeber until I release you

Next you will need to wear the clothes, and insert the remote anal vibrator I provided to you

You will then need to watch any porngraphic content I send you over the course of the next 2 weeks, dressed up and wearing the plug

I’ve made a separate number where we can chat

I expect you to use the proper respect when talking to me

I expect you to thank me for teaching you how to be a good girl

And I expect you to drop whatever you’re doing whenever I send you a message, and if I so ask you’ll put on the shuttle clothes I gave you, put in the plug, and watch whatever degrading smut I sent you while I control your ass

Do this like a good girl for 2 weeks and I’ll take off the cage

Mess up once, and I’ll flush the key down the drain

Oh and don’t think to get it removed or anything, I got that onto you without you noticing once, and if you get it off I’ll know that means you’re ready for your second round!

And trust me you wouldn’t like the second round, something tells me that you’d hate losing your freedom of movement

So now be a good girl and dress yourself up already love~

I’m waiting

Oh! And one more thing!

I can and will change the rules at any time, for example one I thought of right now: the two weeks only count down if you spent the whole day in cute woman’s clothing, so if you ever put on those nasty clothes you’re wearing right now, the day doesn’t count and you still have 2 weeks to go

Good luck cutie! Try to keep me happy~

[aventuras-de-andre]

when i say bbc’s merlin changed me as a person i don’t mean it introduced to me to arthurian mythology or anything, i mean that the line ‘I always thought you were the bravest man I ever met… guess I was wrong’ made me feel levels of fury my 12-year-old self did not know she was capable of