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[summercreolefanfictioner]

07. of ikebana and messy rouge stains

Valentine's Day came, and Toge rushed to get ready after practice, making sure he was styling his hair in a way that would complement his features. This time, he opted for a simple face mask that he could easily remove when he's eating food (or talking with her—gosh, he missed talking with her). Once he was done with his hair, he looked at himself in the tall mirror. His outfit was a simple long-sleeved white dress shirt underneath a black cardigan with matching dark pants and white sneakers. He didn't seemed overdressed, so he decided this would go.

There was a knock on his door.

"Toge, are you ready?" Gojo asked from the other side.

Toge casually opened his door and nodded, stepping out and pretending he was calm even though he was a nervous wreck. He casually invited Y/N out on Valentine's Day just because it was expected of them (although the elders have no idea they were having this date right now), and now he is thinking of what exactly people do on February 14th. Do they just eat somewhere or walk around? Where do they flirt without getting caught? Are they just gonna watch the sunset? If they kiss, will it lead to something else?

Toge wanted to punch himself.

What the hell! Stop thinking about sex.

Seeing his distressed expression, Gojo slapped him in the back so hard he felt a bone or two crack.

"Relax, Toge. You will do fine!" Gojo barked a laugh as Toge straightened. "Don't want to look pathetic in front of your beloved lady luck, you know."

After that, Ijichi dropped him off at the central park near the mall. "I'll just text you once we're heading back, okay?" Gojo informed.

Toge nodded, saving his number to be sure.

"Be careful!" his teacher said, then leaned down to whisper. "Use protection if you must."

The Cursed Speech user frowned. "Ikura."

Once Gojo left, Toge sat on the nearby bench and ruffled his hair in annoyance. He watched the other couples around him and took mental notes for reference, with some of them either beginning their own journey while some were not on the safer side of things (let's just say Toge thinks they weren't in sync or having problems.) A few minutes after, Y/N ran towards him, panting to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry! I had to run errands with the student council," she informed, sitting beside him as she schooled her nervousness. She scolded herself mentally for not taking a bit of time to make herself pretty for him, seeing how Toge dressed himself up in casual wear.

Why did he have to look so good? she frowned, unaware of how Toge was so fascinated with her at this moment. I should've borrowed a bit of makeup from my friends. No. That won't work. No one can find out about this.

Meanwhile, Toge was taking in her appearance from head to toe. Well, it was such a waste; she was still tying her long hair in her usual high ponytail. Still, this was a win situation for him. She's wearing her school uniform under her jacket, he thought. Furthermore, she covered her legs in black tights. Black hair, black jacket, black tights, black leather shoes—everything black contrasted with her fair features.

The darkness seemed like tainting her purity.

It was an odd thought he kept to himself.

Y/N handed him a small white paper bag. "Here. It's my chocolate for you," she said, her cheeks reddening as she looked away. The more she looked at Toge up close, the more she became aware that his face card was definitely serving.

Toge was confused with her reaction, mindlessly taking the bag, but not without leaning his face close to hers. "Tsuna tsuna." Why aren't you facing me? Look at me.

She will not give in.

She.

Will.

Not.

Give

In.

"I don't know what you like, so I made chocolate truffles," Y/N added as she continued moving her face elsewhere, only for him to follow her much to her dismay. "Inumaki-san, please. Just eat the chocolates and stop focusing on me!" she complained.

Toge chuckled, suddenly getting a hold of her wrists to make her stop, her face snapping towards his direction. He doesn't understand what is there for her to hide when her pouting face and cheeks as red as apples were so cute he could brag it to the whole world. Nah. He took it all back. He doesn't want the world to know now. If they knew what he knew, then they'll also have the same feelings as him. He felt a sudden possessiveness, fully aware he cannot control other people's feelings, yet wanting them to back off if they tried.

It wasn't still love, but it was getting there. Maybe it's a crush. Yes. Toge called it a crush, nursing it like a small bud of flower like the other flowers he watered in the school garden.

Toge let her go, smirking in delight before rummaging through the bag and taking out the box of truffles. Y/N was nervous. She might not cook that much, but if she was given a recipe, she can nail it. Yesterday, she made truffles in secret at school. If her father knew, he might take everything away from her and tell her there was no need for her to act like a normal lovesick teenage girl.

"You are to be Inumaki Toge's wife, and you should act properly. Squash those thoughts about love and other forms of weakness. Everything."

Toge removed his mask and popped one in his mouth, savoring the bittersweet taste as he maintained a deadpan expression. Once he was done eating, Y/N expected a reaction, only for him to bring out his phone and started typing.

"Let's go."

He slipped his mask back on and stood up from the bench, but Y/N tugged on the hem of his sweater to stop him.

"The chocolates!" she reminded. "Did you like them?"

In a normal situation, Toge would have told her that he did like them. However, today, he was having fun seeing a new side of her. He ruffled her hair and chuckled, smirking beneath his mask as he held a finger on where his lips were.

It's a secret.

Y/N understood, blushing furiously at Toge who slipped down his mask slightly and poked out his tongue.

"Inumaki-san!"

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Whatever

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the below text is copy pasted from the previous

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unfortunately ammar needs some medication to make sure he is well after the operation he had 3 days ago - namely, he needs painkillers and antibiotics

samah has told me that it is going to cost $1263 for his post-surgery care - because she will have to pay 20% fees to get this money to her, i have it up as $1600.

his condition without having immediately received the post-surgery medication already worsened enough that he had to return to intensive care last night

in 3 days he has had surgery, left the hospital, and failed to receive the medication needed to keep him well after the surgery, then became ill enough to go back to the hospital.

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[adoseofdidreality]

also my blog name wasnt to pretend to be you but to make fun of your username because i think "a dose of did reality" (or even a "a DIDose of reality") is funnier than didadoseofreality

genuinely just replace the word DID with "the shot" or something wild and "a dose of reality" can become a really clever pun for antovaxxers. i think if the op is actually an antivaxxer they can steal that idea and try to come up with a better primary title to be followed by the subtitle "a dose of reality" :P

it would all be really silly shouty lies by an old man/woman/erson who's scared of The Furries Oh my Gosh!!! and it's hillarious

[trashcreatyre]

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[reidrum]

i can do a lot with fifteen minutes

note: short n sweet deluxe dropped halfway through writing this and basically she wrote fifteen minutes for this fic specifically. user reidrum is feeling festive so we are pink today, happy valentine's day friends <3

summary: in which you and spencer don't make it out the door on date night

cw: smut 18+ minors dni, p in v sex, fingering, oral (m receiving), mirror usage, switch!spencer (shocking for me too), reader wears a dress and lingerie, fluff, hot losers in love, this is pure filth actually

wc: 3.8k

The green satin dress held against you in front of the mirror is beautiful, flattering. The modest length with light ruching accentuates your figure like an ethereal being. Fairy like, angel like as Spencer loves to liken you to. 

The red silk dress is dangerous. With a slit leaving little to imagination, the deep hue reflects off your skin like a siren waiting to trick the sorry sailor into submitting. It’s a weapon almost, and you’re not sure if you’re willing to wield it tonight on a small dinner date.

The question was whether you wanted to look dangerously alluring or divinely beautiful. Your head turns at the sound of footsteps and your breath hitches as you catch a glimpse of Spencer walking past the door dressed in dark slacks and a dark maroon button up, tie undone around his neck. Mismatched socks, of course. 

You go with the red one.

You remove it from the hanger and gently slip it over your body, sliding the straps over your shoulders and reaching back to pull the zipper up. Realizing the zipper is too high for you to do it on your own, you call in reinforcements.

“Spencer!” you call out, “Can you come help me zip up please?”

“Sure baby, give me one second!” he calls back from down the hall.

You cross an arm over your chest to hold the dress in place while you grab the necklace Spencer had gifted you earlier that day, twisting awkwardly to put it on but eventually successful. You bend back down to look for the matching earrings, digging through your drawers and jewelry dishes. Your fingers rummage through the mess and you finally find them, grinning at your small win before gasping in surprise at the hands that encircle your waist.

“Shit, Spence. You scared me.” you chuckle, straightening up to press against his chest with your back.

His hands roam around your lower waist while pressing and gripping in the places he knows so intimately, a chaste kiss to your shoulder, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself. You want me to zip it up now?”

You gently part from his arms and walk over to the mirror again, “Let me just adjust it first and then you can.” He nods and follows you, standing a few steps behind you as he watches you fix the straps and lay of the dress. Spencer can never get used to this part, he might never for as long as you allow him the grace of being in your life. You meet his eyes again in the mirror and smile softly, “Okay, can you?”

He returns your smile with pure affection and steps to be only an inch behind you, his proximity giving leeway to invasion by your perfume. The sweet smell surrounds every fiber of him and threatens to render him useless, but he perseveres and clears his throat in hopes of him tethering himself back down. He raises his fingers to your shoulders and ghosts along the curve until he reaches the nape of your neck. Your shiver doesn’t go unnoticed when Spencer tenderly brushes your hair to the side giving him clear access to the zipper.

“You okay?” he asks softly.

You meet his eyes again through the mirror, one of his hands on your waist while the other is brushing your hair to one side. Your heart is beating rapidly, sensing the intense intimacy and energy radiating from the moment. With a shaky exhale you reply, “Yeah just, felt a breeze.”

He hums in acknowledgment and the corners of his lips twitch up in a knowing manner from behind you, completely aware you’re not able to see it. He moves his hand from his waist to hover at the base of the zipper near your lower back, his breath hitching as he spots your lace panties peeking out of the opening. His finger grazes the fabric unintentionally as he grips the zipper and begins to slowly pull it up. The small jump you give makes his hand return to your waist, holding you harder so you don’t move around.

The sound of the zipper winding up fills the silence in the room, the accidental brushes of his fingers against your bare skin sending electric shocks throughout your body. By the time he reaches the top his shaky breaths are hitting warm on your nape, making no move to back away. 

You smile, “Thank you.”

His hands don’t leave you, they return back to their rightful place encircled around you. “Is this a new dress?” he murmurs.

You wrap your own arms on top of his and lean back into him, a small smirk gracing your face as you sense the intention of your dress choice starting to settle. “Yeah, just got it on a whim. You like it?”

Spencer swallows, “I love it, I’ll buy you one of these in every color. It can be the only thing you ever wear.”

A giggle escapes you, and Spencer smiles widely. He looks at you again through the mirror and takes in your whole appearance. You’ve always had a natural beauty to you that Spencer admired and marveled at constantly, but when you got all dressed up? For him? There aren’t enough neurons in his brain that will ever make him understand how the Aphrodite reincarnate is in love with him. He thanks any and every god watching for blessing him in this way.

“You smell so good,” he groans, “You wash your hair? It’s so soft, I could nap in it. The necklace looks pretty on you, ‘m glad you like it. God, I love you so much.”

You laugh softly, tilting your head back into his neck and pressing a kiss to his lower jaw, “I love you too.” He returns a kiss to your cheek and lets his lips travel about your body like a map.

His lips trail the open skin of your shoulders, “You look,” kiss, “so beautiful,” kiss, “This color,” kiss, kiss, “Didn’t think I’d like red this much.” Kiss. Hold. Release.

“You should see what I have underneath.” your voice holds a teasing lilt.

Spencer freezes behind you, his resolve breaking and crumbling by the second. “Sweetheart, don’t tease me. We won’t make it out the door if you do.”

A few moments pause, then you speak barely above a whisper, “And what if I want that?”

He locks eyes with you again through the mirror, the silent communication between you both confirming you’re on the same page. The mischief floods his eyes. “Then you’ll get it.”

It was an unconscious decision to place the mirror in front of the bed—the only place where it fit logistically. But Spencer likes to think it was a subconscious decision in that you hoped one day it would serve its purpose in the way you wanted.

Which secretly may have been the way he wanted, but it’s a mutualistic win either way.

He releases you from his arm and walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. Before you can mourn the loss of his warmth he speaks with a low rasp, “Come here.”

You stare at him doe eyed, stunned into paralysis somehow. His smirk only grows wider when he realizes he’s slowly rendering you defenseless. He holds a hand out for you, “Just come here, baby. Want to show you something.”

The autopilot finally kicks in and you take a few steps closer to stand in front of him. Once you’re within reach he slides his hands up the sides of your waist, gently nudging you, “Turn around.”

Satisfied when you listen, his hands pull your hips down to perch you in his lap facing the mirror. He secures your waist with an arm and rubs the other over the expanse of your bare thighs. Your eyes flutter shut with the warm contact flushing through your skin, head falling to rest atop his given your slight height advantage whilst sat on his lap. The position gives him perfect access to the crevice of your neck allowing him to lean up and attach to the sensitive skin there, delicately suckling before moving up to the crest of your ear.

“You know, studies have shown that watching yourself be pleasured through a mirror has proven to be a more intense experience than normal.” 

He hooks his legs around your ankles and parts them open. You gasp at the sudden rush of cold air between your thighs, finding yourself unable to close them even if you tried. He gently grips your jaw and slowly turns your face to meet the mirror again.

“Look how pretty you are sitting on my lap, baby.” he coos, “All pliant and perfect. I could do whatever I want with you,” a soft whine leaves you, he chuckles, “Would you like that? Watch me let me have my way with you?”

“Spence,” you whisper, “I…”

His lips ghost your ear, “What is it, pretty girl? What do you need?”

You whimper as his fingers start to trace tantalizing circles up your legs into your upper thigh. 

“Can’t do anything if you don’t tell me. Be a good girl and use your words.”

You curse softly, “Fuck, W—Want you…to touch me…please.”

Spencer wickedly grins, “Such good manners,” His hand delves between your thighs and lightly traces the outline of your panties, “Want you to watch yourself while I touch you, okay?”

You nod, he stops. You panic, “Y—Yes, okay.”

He finally applies pressure to your core and you let out a shuddered breath, his finger dragging up and down and circling at the top creating a beautifully addicting friction. You moan softly and tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder and he tuts, “Eyes up, sweetheart.”

You’re about to protest when his finger hooks onto the side of your panties and settles between your folds, dipping down to swipe at your entrance and spreading the wetness all over you. A languish moan breaks from your throat as your eyes are fixated on the mirror, watching his hand work in between your legs. Spencer hasn’t taken his eyes off you either, though does he ever, equally entranced at the way you react to his ministrations.

He prods at your hole as you attempt to buck your hips up, his arm clamping you down and closer to him, “It’s okay, shh I got you. Always got you, yeah?” His finger finally slides inside you and you let out a deep groan feeling the motion of him slipping in and out of you so easily, “So wet, baby. Doesn’t take too much to get you like this, huh?”

“Spence…” you whine, “More,,,please.”

“I know, patience, pretty girl.” slyly slipping in a second finger, “Doing so good f’me, look how beautiful you are.”

You force your eyes back to the mirror and a fresh wave of intoxication invades you as you clock the heavy rise and fall of your chest, the lewd sound of his fingers working you to your peak. He was right, you looked hot. It’s like you’ve unlocked a new level of sensuality that you didn’t even know existed and seeing yourself in this way only adds to the building tension.

He speeds up ever so slightly and feels you clench irregularly around his fingers, he lets his thumb drag up to your clit and rub lazy circles around it. The moans fall out of you with no control anymore as you feel your peak approaching fast. Spencer whispers praises, coaxing you closer to the edge, “Look at yourself when you come.”

The dam breaks and gratification floods throughout your body, you watch yourself as you see it take a hold of you so carnally. His fingers don’t stop inside you, slowly working you through your orgasm watching alongside you in the mirror with awe. Eventually he removes himself from your core not breaking eye contact with you as he raises his fingers to your mouth, you opening up without hesitation and swirling your tongue around them. His breath stutters, he’s so in love with you it hurts.

You’re still deep in the haze of coming down from your high, waiting for your senses to calibrate and remember where you even are when the sound of a zipper pulls you back down instead.

“Spence?” you ask breathlessly.

He hums, “Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Said I should see what you have underneath, just taking up your offer baby. That okay?” The zipper hits the base of your dress just at the crest of your panties, the rush of air invading your back.

It’s like a click goes off in your head as soon as you’ve fully calmed down and you remember what your initial plan for the night was. A slow grin crawls onto your face.

“More than okay, in fact let me show you.” You stand up slowly making a point to jut your hips back to him as you make a show of sliding the dress down your body.

Now, Spencer is very much used to feeling breathless around you. It’s basically a default setting for him at this point. But as you turn around to face him with the smugly innocent smile on your face and slowly sink to your knees before him clad in the lace set he so bravely thought he could handle with conviction, his heart makes a mockery of him by stopping in protest of the nerve he had.

The clinking of his belt draws his focus back to the moment as he watches you undo it with the button and zipper, nudging him to lift his hips so you can pull them down. He listens blindly like he’s trapped under a spell. The siren effect, the zealous sailor who believes himself to be strong enough to brave the seas for so long only to succumb to the temptations of the siren song.

He never stood a chance.

Your hand comes up to palm him through his boxers, licking your lips with a smirk as you trace over the wet patch. The alternating pressure causes Spencer’s breath to huff deeper, impatiently. He has to suppress a whine when your fingers finally reach his waistband and painstakingly peel it back to take him out.

It’s your turn to tut at him, “You were so talkative just now, don’t stop on my account.” Your thumb and pointer form a ring around him and you slowly drag it up and down his length, tightening around him at different points.

“Baby, don’t tease me please.” he begs.

“What, like you did? I’d never be so cruel, my love.” you say innocently. You lean down and lick a stripe on him from base to tip, letting your tongue swirl around the head. Choked gasps and curses fall from his lips as you sink your mouth down on him, taking him as far back as you can. He tries to feel a little bad as his hand flies to your hair, your beautifully done hair, but he can’t bring himself to care when he hits the back of your throat and you gag a little before pulling back slightly. His hands gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail and watches with bated breath as you bob your head up and down on him. His eyes wander up behind you, remembering the mirror and the sight staring back at him is so pornographically obscene the loud whimper leaves him without warning.

Much to his soft protests you remove your mouth from and continue to lazily stroke him. He pouts down at you, “Wh–Why’d you stop?”

With another kiss to his tip you rise to your full height and push him back to lie flat on the bed, his legs bent at the edge with the backs of his calves flush with the bed. “Because I want you to come inside me, is that okay?” you say with such blunt honesty it goes straight to his groin.

He swallows hard, “God, yeah sweet girl that’s okay. Come here.”

You move your hands to your back to remove your bra before Spencer protests again, “Wait, keep it on.” 

You raise your eyebrows before grinning widely, “Any other requests?”

“Kiss?”

Your eyes soften, climbing atop him to straddle him on each side of his hips. You cup his jaw gently and lean down pressing your lips gingerly to his, whispering a low “Love you” before pulling back all the way. Spencer gazes up at you like you hold the answers to everything in the universe, like you are the answer to everything in the universe. He would gladly spend the rest of his life searching for the unknown if it meant reaching you at the end of it all.

“Love you too.”

You hook a finger over your panties and drag it to the side and position yourself over him, teasing yourself with his tip before slowly starting to sink down on him. The joint whine from you both rings about the room as you bottom out above him, his hands flying to your hips to hold you in place. He breathes out heavily, trying to think about literally anything else besides how tight you feel wrapped around him, how hard he’s refraining from bucking his hips up into you, how the blissed out look on your face is enough to make him come on sight and he hasn’t even moved at all.

“Feel so full, Spence,” you raise your hips tentatively, “Need to move, please,”

Like he’d ever say no to you. “Okay baby, I got you,”

You start to move with fervor, Spencer’s hand glued to your waist guiding you as you set the pace. You place your hands on his chest to give yourself leverage as you bounce on his cock, lewd moans and curses mixing with the sounds of your bodies meeting and him moving in and out of you.

Spencer feels delirious, meeting your hips as they clamp down on him with his own thrusts. You attempt to quicken your pace, but your wobbly legs cause your hips to stutter irregularly. He senses your struggle and plants his feet on the bed and tugs you to lay on his chest.

“Hold on, okay?”

You hazily nod and let Spencer take over as he ruts up into you at a pace you can barely comprehend. His hands are pressed into your hips so hard you know it’s going to leave beautiful imprints. He groans when you clench around him tightly again, and it’s then you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching fast, “Spence… ‘m close.”

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You can let go.” he whispers.

The second wave of your climax hits you hard, effectively sending your mind in reeling circles before you land back down in his arms. He continues to chase his own high and spills into you a few seconds later, lazily thrusting you both as you ascend back down to this realm.

You lay limp over his body making no intention to move and Spencer going soft inside you. He smooths your hair back while pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

“You look like an angel,” he murmurs with a soft kiss to your nose, “You are an angel.”

A soft smile spreads on your face pressing into his neck with a laugh, “You always say that after.”

“Because it’s always true.”

You lift your head up a little to look into his hazel brown eyes and pepper kisses all over his face before landing soundly on his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, angel.”

“I don’t think we’re going to make our reservation anymore.” you sigh out and wrap your arms around his body, making yourself comfortable atop Spencer. He breathes out, “I already canceled it, don’t worry.”

“What? When did you do that?”

“When I realized you were wearing this dress I called them before I came in to help you.” he admits sheepishly.

You chuckle, “Lost before we even started, think that’s a new record for me.”

He flips you over with a yelp, “Think I need to redeem myself, don’t you think?”

“How do you suppose we do that?”

“I have a couple ideas.”

[azulpitlane]

we can't be friends l fc43

summary: after a drunk hookup with your best friend, franco, you find out he has a girlfriend, leaving you alone and pregnant

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user winning the idgaf war ily

user wheres franco?

user i can finally call u my favorite wag!!

user we know ur dating franco just hard launch already😩

user we better see you at the australia gp!!!

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Looks like we were wrong about Franco dating his best friend, Y/n Y/l/n. He was spotted leaving the Australian GP holding hands with another woman and according to sources closer to him, he's been seeing this woman for a few weeks now.

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user please say sike rn

user NOOOOOOOOOO

user franco you had ONE JOB

user he really made f1twt freak out over nothing

user wait a damn minute- if they've been dating for weeks, does that mean he cheated on her with y/n????

user honestly i support that.

user or maybe y/n and franco really are just friends🤷‍♀️ they never confirmed anything

user y/n deserves better bye

user whys this making me mad, i need to touch grass i fear

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f1gossip

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f1gossip Following rumors about a love triangle with best friend, Franco Colapinto, Y/n has removed followers and gone private on all social medias.

Franco and his family were removed as followers as well.

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user so this basically confirms the rumors, franco is a two timer.

user she also blocked franco😭 shes no longer tagged on any of his posts

user how did we go from thinking they were dating to this...

user removing his family is crazyyyy considering she grew up with them but you do you girl

user i was one of the followers removed💔

user girl we were all removed, im gonna miss her💔

user imagine dropping your lifelong best friend for some random 30 year old woman i-

user poor girl, seems like she just wants to be left alone

f1gossip yup. this is probably our last post about her! the franco and y/n lore was fun while it lasted

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yourusername one last night in argentina🩵

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yourbff posting yourself drinking out of a wine glass then the next slide being a baby announcement is hilarious

yourusername OMG IT WAS JUST SPARKLING WATER I SWEAR!!

user STOP IM GONNA MISS U SO BAD

user wdym my favorite blonde and brunette duo are leaving me🥲

yourmom ya te extraño♥️ i already miss you

yourusername mamiii te visitare todo el tiempo🥹 ill visit you all the time

user this baby is gonna have the coolest mom ever <3

user motherhood already looks good on u baby

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notes: i hit my image limit so ill end it here ig. also i just realized it sounds like im giving the reader a lesbian arc towards the end omg didnt mean to do that. anddd as always this is not proofread lol

[neechees]

New pinned post, I am going to be offline more nowadays for the sake of my physical and mental health. if you have any scam inquiries, you can check my scam list and/or direct your concerns to @kyra45 ! Remember that most Palestinian fundraisers are genuine, remember to double check to see if the user is vetted or not, and if you are truly unsure, simply do not interact.

Below are some Palestinian fundraisers that are vetted & verified, and that I have adopted and have been helping out. Be sure to share their donation posts and donate, if you can!

If any one of them should request your help, I ask that you fulfill that request to the best of your ability, these people are my friends and I care about them.

Ghada Nabil: vetting (#6) / Gofundme (very low on funds)

Ibrahim Yaser: vetting (#25) / Gofundme / gofundme2 (gfm cut off his first one last minute despite getting to 100%)

Safaa Jad Al-Haq vetting by 90-ghost / Chuffed NEW CHUFFED / paypal. (Both Gofundme AND Chuffed had wrongfully removed or halted funds transfer from Safaa's fundraiser and now she had to make a new campaign for a THIRD time. The paypal linked is someone helping Safaa with her fundraiser and all funds go directly to Safaa. Low on funds.)

Hani Yaser: vetting (#5) / Gofundme / (low on funds)

Mahmoud Baalousha: vetting by 90-ghost / gofundme

Nader Al-Anqar: vetting (#4) / gofundme / New GFM (gfm has also made it so that Nader cannot access his funds on the old gfm.)

Hana Jad Al-Haq: vetting by 90-ghost / gofundme / Chuffed (once again, Gofundme halted her funds transfers so she had to start over on chuffed)

Ola Ahel: vetting (#205) / gofundme

Falestine Yousef: vetting by 90-ghost / Chuffed

Eyad Al-Anqar: vetting (#24) / GFM (Eyad runs a charity that gives out aid to Palestinians!)

Jamal Al-Dahdouh: vetting (#647) / GFM (extremely low on funds, slow in receiving donations)

Abdulrahman Al-Anqar: vetting (#652) / GFM

Zina Al-Anqar: vetting (#213) / GFM

Musab Ahmad: vetting (#520) / GFM (very low on donations)

Mohammed Al-Anqar: vetting (entry 174, row 178) / GFM

Amina Yaser: vetting (#19) / GFM

Fidaa: vetting by 90-ghost / Chuffed

Kholood Smeer: vetting (#337) / Chuffed (VERY low on funds)

Siraj Abudayeh: vetting (#219) / Chuffed (Siraj is a former journalist and has had to recreate and start his fundraisers from scratch FOUR times now because of unfair, forced deletion.)

If you are a Palestinian who i have been helping and your blog got deleted or you must contact me again, reblog this post, or like it, or comment on it, and I will find you again

[kiss4tell]

Hi!

Silly request, wondering if you could write about Simon thinking reader hates him because they're always always ignoring them. Maybe reader works in medical or something, but it bothers Simon to no end ,so finally he starts stalking them. Breaking into their room, rooting through the drawers thinking they're a spy because of all the small batteries. Only to discover that they're not ignoring him or a spy, reader is hard of hearing or deaf and because Simon always wears a mask and reader cant see his lips to talk to him.

So dark and brooding Simon corners them in sick bay and removes his mask to talk to reader. Something sickly sweet and overly ridiculous like Simon surprising reader by signing them something the next time they're all getting food.

Having a hard time with your own hearing bullshit and could use a little Simon.

Ps. Love your writing! Keep writing what makes you happy!

summary: simon thinks you’re avoiding him—never responding to him, never acknowledging him—until he finally corners you in the sick bay and realizes you’re not ignoring him at all; you’re just hard of hearing. cw: mild stalking behavior, hard of hearing user. wc: 598 note: lovely ask, it's anything but silly! it gave me something to do on a friday night that isn't bedrotting and playing the sims. hope you enjoy, anon <3!

It starts as a slow burn of irritation.

Simon isn’t someone who demands attention, but he notices when people go out of their way to avoid him. And you? You’re a damn expert at it.

At first, he thought he was imagining things. But it keeps happening. Over and over again.

He’ll say something—short, to the point—and you don’t react. You don’t even glance his way. You brush past him in the hall like he isn’t there, turn the other way when he enters the room, and never—not once—acknowledge his presence unless absolutely necessary.

Soap gets a grin from you when he cracks a joke. Gaz gets a playful nudge when he teases you about something. Even Price gets an exasperated sigh when he reminds you to check in for your own medical evaluations.

But Simon? Nothing.

The more it happens, the more it grates on him.

What’s your problem?

Did he do something to piss you off? Did you think you were better than him? Were you hiding something?

The last thought festers, turning suspicion into paranoia. He watches you closer, notes the way you interact with the others, how you always position yourself just right—where you can see people’s faces clearly.

And then, one night, when you’re out of your room, he does something reckless.

He picks the lock and lets himself in.

What he finds isn’t anything unusual—neatly folded uniforms, a book on your nightstand, a half-empty cup of tea gone cold. But then he notices something else.

Batteries. Small ones.

And for some reason, that’s what makes his gut twist.

So, he corners you the next day, irritation brimming, needing to figure you out once and for all.

It happens in the sick bay. Everyone else is gone, leaving just the two of you, the antiseptic scent of the room thick in the air. You’re standing by a supply cabinet when he steps in, boots heavy on the floor.

“Look at me.”

You don’t. Not at first.

He gets closer. “Look at me.”

You turn then, your brows furrowing as you meet his gaze, eyes flicking down to his mask—like you’re searching for something.

And suddenly, all his frustration, all his suspicions, crack and crumble into nothing.

Because when he gets close enough to see—really see—he notices them.

The small, barely noticeable hearing aids tucked behind your ears.

Shit.

Everything clicks.

You weren’t ignoring him. You just… couldn’t hear him. At least, not unless he was close. Not unless he was louder.

His stomach twists, shame curling in his chest, but before he can say anything, you exhale sharply, shaking your head.

“You thought I hated you, didn’t you?” There’s something amused in your tone, but not unkind.

He doesn’t answer, jaw tight.

You huff a laugh, tilting your head slightly. “You mumble. And you always wear the mask. I can’t read your lips when you do that.”

His fingers twitch at his sides. Of course.

Before he can think better of it, he lifts a hand, tugs the mask up just enough to expose his lips. “That better?” His voice is quieter this time, careful.

Your eyes widen, lips parting slightly, and for a moment, there’s just silence between you.

Then, you nod, something softer in your expression. “Much better.”

It isn’t an apology—not outright. But later, when you sit down at the mess hall, Simon surprises you.

He taps your shoulder, waits until you turn to face him, then lifts his hands.

And signs: Hello.

Your face brightens, something warm blooming in your expression, and it hits him deep in the chest.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

dead on main -Magical ceremony bullshit (danny is trans bc i will die on this hill)

“Wait, wait-” Danny held up his hands. Clockwork smirked at his student, obviously enjoying the shit show so far. “To stabilize Dani, I have to find my soulmate so she can absorb both their and my DNA? And she will become a baby?”

“Indeed,” Clockwork said.

“This seems like the set up for a weird fanfiction author who loves baby fics,” Danny said, squinting his eyes at Clockwork who just smirked wider. Danny sighed deeply. “Alright fine. How do I find my soulmate?”

“A spell,” Clockwork said. “Here, let us begin.”

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Jason did not think he'd wake up with agowing green mark on his chest. One that matched the Pits perfectly.

He did not like it either.

“What the fuck is this?” he shouted, staring at the mark in disgust.

If this was more Pit shit (probably was given the colour) he was going to loose it.

Jason spent about two hours trying to wash the mark off with various things he had in the house, his first aid kit and sadly used concoctions he found while Googling how to remove stains from skin.

Nothing. With a growl, Jason pulled on a shirt. He would have to go to the Cave, wouldn't he? Fucking hell he didn't want to. He might have a better relationship with the Bat Clan after Bruce helped fund a group who wanted to have Joker tried out of state (which resulted in the man’s death as there wasn't a corrupt judge wanting to take advantage of his chaos) but he still didn't like them. At all.

Stomping into the cave, he glared at the others who looked shocked he was there. “I need help from a magic user,” he said bluntly.

“What’s going on?” Bruce asked, all business in a second after his shock. Jason simply pulled the neck of his shirt down to reveal the mark.

It didn't take long for the clan to be kicked into high gear, Tim running to the Batcomputer while Bruce zoomed in like a mother hen to hover around his second eldest son who rolled his eyes.

It also luckily didn't take long for a magic user to come down. Apparently, Tim had blackmail on Constantine that everyone was surprised by.

Jason wasn't too much. The baby stalker was like that.

Hopefully, they could figure this out and get it over with.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

FYI artists and writers: some info regarding tumblr's new "third-party sharing" (aka selling your content to OpenAI and Midjourney)

You may have already seen the post by @staff regarding third-party sharing and how to opt out. You may have also already seen various news articles discussing the matter.

But here's a little further clarity re some questions I had, and you may too. Caveat: Not all of this is on official tumblr pages, so it's possible things may change.

(1) "I heard they already have access to my data and it doesn't really matter if I opt out"

From the 404 article:

A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”

So please, go click that opt-out button.

(2) Some future user: "I've been away from tumblr for months, and I just heard about all this. I didn't opt out before, so does it make a difference anymore?"

Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?” Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believe partners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.”

It should make a difference! Go click that button.

(3) "I opted out, but my art posts have been reblogged by so many people, and I don't know if they all opted out. What does that mean for my stuff?"

This answer is actually on the support page for the toggle:

This option will prevent your blog's content, even when reblogged, from being shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models.

And some further clarification by the COO and a product manager:

zingring: A couple people from work have reached out to let me know that yes, it applies to reblogs of "don't scrape" content. If you opt out, your content is opted out, even in reblog form. cyle: yep, for reblogs, we're taking it so far as "if anybody in the reblog trail has opted out, all of the content in that reblog will be opted out", when a reblog could be scraped/shared.

So not only your reblogged posts, but anyone who contributed in a reblog (such as posts where someone has been inspired to draw fanart of the OP) will presumably be protected by your opt-out. (A good reason to opt out even if you yourself are not a creator.)

Furthermore, if you the OP were offline and didn't know about the opt-out, if someone contributed to a reblog and they are opted out, then your original work is also protected. (Which makes it very tempting to contribute "scrapeable content" now whenever I reblog from an abandoned/disused blog...)

(4) "What about deleted blogs? They can't opt out!"

I was told by someone (not official) that he read "deleted blogs are all opted-out by default". However, he didn't recall the source, and I can't find it, so I can't guarantee that info. If I get more details - like if/when tumblr puts up that FAQ as reported in the 404 article - I will add it here as soon as I can.

Edit, tumblr has updated their help page for the option to opt-out of third-party sharing! It now states:

The content which will not be shared with our licensed network of content and research partners, including those that train AI models, includes: • Posts and reblogs of posts from blogs who have enabled the "Prevent third-party sharing" option. • Posts and reblogs of posts from deleted blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from password-protected blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from explicit blogs. • Posts and reblogs of posts from suspended/deactivated blogs. • Private posts. • Drafts. • Messages. • Asks and submissions which have not been publicly posted. • Post+ subscriber-only posts. • Explicit posts.

So no need to worry about your old deleted blogs that still have reblogs floating around. *\o/*

But for your existing blogs, please use the opt out option. And a reminder of how to opt out, under the cut:

The opt-out toggle is in Blog Settings, and please note you need to do it for each one of your blogs / sideblogs.

On dashboard, the toggle is at https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/blogname [replace "blogname" as applicable] down by Visibility:

For mobile, you need the most recent update of the app. (Android version 33.4.1.100, iOs version 33.4.) Then go to your blog tab (the little person icon), and then the gear icon for Settings, then click Visibility.

Again, if you have a sideblog, go back to the blog tab, switch to it, and go to settings again. Repeat as necessary.

If you do not have access to the newest version of the app for whatever reason, you can also log into tumblr in your mobile browser. Same URL as per desktop above, same location.

Note you do not need to change settings in both desktop and the app, just one is fine.

I hope this helps!

[slenbee]

Current Scammers - 12/11/24

Disclaimer: This list is only meant to serve as documentation and reference material so that others know: what to look out for in regards to a scam, and who to block preemptively if you so choose. I do not, in any way, endorse harassment or mass reporting these users. Do NOT do this. I'm serious. DO NOT mass report. Only report these asks if you GET them or ones like them. Thank you.

Part 2

THIS POST IS NO LONGER BEING UPDATED

Please refer to Part 3 for current scammers.

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This is the current list of scammers pretending to be Palestinians from Gaza asking for money (USD) through PayPal rather than via an official fundraising site like GoFundMe. Many of these accounts have non Palestinian names attached to the PayPal accounts while using real Palestinian names on tumblr stolen from real people. The accounts that claim to be vetted are in fact, NOT vetted by any well known group or organization, and they will beat around the bush or straight up block you if you ask for proof. All of these scammers follow a similar but slightly 'altered' script, and multiple scam accounts are usually run by one person. They will usually reblog a handful of posts after they join, then not reblog anything else, or give updates on their aid situation (like a normal user would). Also, if you look at their pinned posts, most have comments/replies turned off, and or have comments deleted/removed. I wonder why? :) Here is a comprehensive guide on how to spot these scams.

Thank you to @kyra45 for providing the list. I just wanted to provide the explanation(s) so people are aware of what exactly these people are trying to do and/or how they are 'scamming' others.

Note: Most evidence linked will be call out posts that can usually be found by searching an accounts username on tumblr. If you are suspicious of an ask you receive, I suggest you search their username to see if they've been reported by other users! If you have the time. please take a moment to report the PayPal connected to these scam accounts. Thank you!

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index:

A > usually mean a name change.

A + usually means multiple accounts running the same scam.

(banned) blogs will remain as reference/evidence until the newer accounts pop up.

I'm probably flipflopping < and + in places, but you get the idea. lol

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Insulin Scams: A guide on how to spot it and where it came from.

@furryreviewearthquake (banned)- Insulin Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence that it's a scam: here and here

@gladysconnoisseurpost (banned)-Insulin Scam - NOT vetted. Asks for PayPal. - Evidence that it's a scam: here and here

weepingwerewolfdestiny (banned) + @maximumdinosaurbouquet (banned)- Insulin Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence that it's a scam: here and here

@foggyruinspost (banned) + @foggyruinsblog (banned) - Insulin Scam - NOT Vetted. Asks for PayPal. - Evidence that it's a scam: here

@daregosh (banned)- Insulin Scam - NOT Vetted. Story stolen. Asks for PayPal. - Evidence that it's a scam: here

@cleversuitsoul (banned)- Insulin Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence that it's a scam: here

@veemiraclettastemaker (banned) + @shaaaliminneedofinsulin (banned)- Insulin Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@profoundcollectionangel (banned) + @supportgazalady (banned) + @perfectlythoughtfulbanana (banned) - Insulin Scam - Asks for PayPal. -Evidence it's a scam: here

@fuzzychildlight > @qualitycherryblossombluebird (banned) - Insulin Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@sitatimohamed (banned)- Insulin Scam - PayPal name (Mohamed Sitati) was previously used by the account yusufzalk (banned). - Evidence it's a scam: here

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@janeursular-bakir > @gaza-family1 (banned)- Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. Evidence it's a scam: here

@magicalbluebirdkitty (banned) - Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@a-mother-of-gaza (banned)- Evacuation Scam -Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@family-of-gaza (banned)- Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@reallyuniquedaze (banned)- Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@maximumtriumphmagazine - Evacuation Scam - Stole images from a real artist. Artist confirmed via e-mail not related. Uses fake gofundme for asking donations. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@perfectlovercat (banned)- Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@makozh (banned)- Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@boldlynumberonejellyfish (banned) - Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@al-rasher (banned) - Evacuation Scam - Fake GoGetFunding campaign. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@fredannuarsblog > @abdullahwahhab - Evacuation Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

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@tinytreewombat (banned) - Cancer Scam - Not vetted. Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@cherrylydia (banned)- Cancer Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@dimoral (banned)- Cancer Scam - Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@hltabdallah (banned)- Medical Scam - Uses stolen images. Asks for PayPal. - Evidence it's a scam: here

@superbballoonsalad - Medical Scam - Stolen images. Was previously cherylbieryl. Asks for PayPal. (has deleted their post) - Evidence it's a scam: here

---------- Scammers that have been banished to the shadow realm: gaza-diabetes-childrenhelp -- toopeanutsweets --bitchygardenarcade/holywerewolfgiver -- colorfulgladiatordelusion -- perfectpiratewonderland -- happyladyparadise -- burrningmydreamshelppme -- yusufzalk

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