#you get me

[laurenkmyers]

going into the ao3 tag when ao3 is down is honestly the most validating experience ever.

[kyyuis]

finnick is masculine but in like a flashy peacock way and katniss is feminine but in like a wolf silently stalking after you crow watching from the trees cat slowly approaching way and that's why they're best friends

[iztea]

csm angel devil if he was not a devil 👼

[gravedigg]

hi. do you see my vision?

[plumadot]

"do the fungi ever try to make them do evil things" yeah they certainly try

(we're doing lore on the minecraft server) (the only lore i have is that i am plant and have a single brain cell and therefore i cannot be corrupted)

[erwinsvow]

shea please consider a drabble on shy!reader calling rafe ‘dad’ for the first time. AH I NEED

last one before bed.. ♡

it started off as a little joke, the word coming to mind because of the way rafe always talked to you, urging you to be more careful and looking out for you.

"put that shit away, c'mon. you'll be up all night and then you won't let me sleep either," he says, when you point in the direction of the coffee shop and pull out your wallet. he drags you away, a pout taking over your pretty face.

"okay, dad," you tease, though it doesn't come out like a joke this time. it comes out sincerely, agreeing immediately, putting your wallet away even though you don't want to.

"yeah, that's right. listen to dad." you stop in your tracks, a few feet away from rafe's truck, brain starting to go haywire and fuzzy. rafe stops and turns, looking back at you stuck in place. "hm?"

"dad?" you question, repeating it, enjoying the feel of it on your tongue. rafe smiles at you, smirking and laughing, so you smile too. you don't know that you've just created a monster.

"yes?" he asks, stalking towards you and taking your face into his hands. "don't go stupid on me now, kid."

"sorry, dad. can't help it." you feel uncomfortable, wetness pooling between your legs, heart thudding fast. maybe it was wrong, maybe it was weird, but you didn't care in that moment.

"get in the truck," rafe orders, and you comply, darting back to the door and hand on the handle to open the passenger side door. "nope. the back. wanted a treat right? dad's gonna give it to ya."

[letitbehurt]

It’s a good day to grab Whumpee by the hair and shove their head underwater.

[cheesecakethots]

The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.

You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.

He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.

You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.

He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.

You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.

“You- You could’ve said you were there!”

Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”

Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.

“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”

He grins, “Curious?”

Fucking asshole.

You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”

The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.

Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”

His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”

The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.

With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.

“There, now I have it.”

“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”

His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.

“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”

You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.

[welcomingdisaster]

charmed by the idea of, like, 19-year-old fingon out on the town with 11-year-old turgon like "hey! a column... is that the kind of column you like" and turgon like "ugh no that's corinthian 🙄 don't tell anyone you like those, those are lame"

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

coward

yes

[asurrogateblog]

sometimes I get the sense that paul wants someone to catch him in the lie. what I mean is, he covers things up -just- enough for plausible deniability (which, really, tends to be more than enough in such a heteronormative society), but as we can see pretty clearly, he doesn't really seem to put that much effort into hiding the meaning of his lyrics. he doesn't need to, because 99% of people will assume it's platonic or about a woman, and when that 1% does start questioning him, he (and I quote) "can always just deny it" and end it there. but beneath that surface-level negation, I wonder whether subconsciously he hopes that someone will keep pushing him on it and talk him into a corner he can't get out of. it would allow him to come out without technically being the one to do it – getting outed but in a way that still feels under his control because he laid the trail for it. yet, after all these years and all these songs, no one has actually pushed him like that yet. maybe I'm just projecting, but I myself used to have this rule that I wouldn't come out to anyone who didn't directly ask me first. this led me to wait years longer than I should've to tell my parents, because they just wouldn't ask the question, and I was too stubborn to give in until they did. I wonder whether paul feels something similar but to a more extreme degree

[fernandopiastri28]

More of the many faces of Oscar Piastri

[tategaminu]

Isn't cute how Rayla's clothes has something similar to Katolis' diamond patterns? they are matching now 🥹

[futurewdclandonorris]

I'm in love with this picture

[jestroer]

Anyone remember fairy desert duo? Them again

[wordssricochet]

i love girlhood, very much actually. but i would sell my soul to be a boy in a brotherhood. i'd sell my soul to be a boy running and dancing around with his friends in the 1990s.

like? i'd like to woo women, make a study group with my friends every afternoon, listen to the cure; weezer; abba; queen with them, sit on top of a car roof then talk about what we would want to be when we grow up, smoke cigars, steal some ice cream maybe, catch bugs, i'd like to not be afraid when walking alone at night, sneaking out to look for abandoned places then saying "wow, this is our new hang out spot now", laughing our asses of while not being insecure about how you look like with your mouth wide open, insulting each other without the other being insulted, throw rocks at people's window, coming home then getting a lecture then hearing a " boys will be boys i guess" after, having the deep talks when ur alone with ur best mate, disobeying your parents, standing up for each other, getting into fights but making up the next day.

did you notice how every single one of those can be done by a girl too? we can do that, it just wouldn't feel right. people have gender expectations. people can't just say "girls will be girls" because if you ever do something like that, you will get told "you're a lady, act like it.".

so do you guys get me? i wanna be born as a boy, grow up as a boy, be an adult man, then die as a man. i don't wanna be trans, i wanna be a boy.