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People used to comment on web comics.

People used to comment on fanfiction.

People used to comment on fanart.

People used to comment on OCs.

I hate "content" culture.

I hate "consuming content" and scrolling immediately to the next thing.

People used to be excited about the art that other people created.

People used to want to share that excitement with creators.

I hate this future.

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has anyone else had issues with tumblr being overwhelming slow lately? sometimes it takes over 30 minutes for a single tab to load 😑

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in every lifetime…

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Rafayel 🌊Mistsea Lament🌊

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another year, another horrendous video game adaptation

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blind date game

my bestie, yoshino (@multifandomsimagine), sent me this game in our dm’s. premise: you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌 rules: on pinterest, search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category: ♡ fictional character ♡ date / night date ♡ gift ♡ outfit ♡ dessert ♡ love quote

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watching alien: resurrection rn, and i'm mad that i forgot the only hot man in this movie sacrifices himself. rip christie.

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Love your work❤🧡💛💚💙💜. I always come back and re read your fics, they bring me so much joy!!!!

Okay, so I totally thought I had already responded to your ask! So sorry I left you hanging for nearly a month!

But thank you so much! That means a lot to me! I need to start writing more again. I think I’ve only written one thing so far this year, and I haven’t even posted it yet. 💕

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rearranging my bedroom in my head while i stare blankly at a wall

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when you know, you know

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Happy Birthday to my most precious friend, Yoshino! To celebrate not only your special day, but the long-awaited Love and Deepspace release of Caleb, here is an edit made just for you! I love you, Yoshi! 💕 Please show Yoshino lots of love for her special day! You can send her birthday wishes, read her beautiful writing, and give her a follow @multifandomsimagine.

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Another year goes by, and I’m once again wishing a very Happy Birthday to my best friend, Yoshino! For the dearest person in my life, here are some birthday cards from our favorite Love and Deepspace husbands — designed by yours truly! 💕 Please show Yoshino lots of love for her special day! You can send her birthday wishes, read her beautiful writing, and give her a follow @multifandomsimagine.

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By the Colonel’s Hand (Caleb | Love and Deepspace)

Summary — Caleb decides to punish you.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (dubious consent; power dynamics; corporal punishment; bondage; fingering (anal, vaginal); object insertion (anal, baton); spitting (including spit as lube); aftercare); I care not for military procedures nor terms; Dark!Caleb is who we’ve been waiting for.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1087. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her). ➳ This was written as a gift for my best friend, Yoshino! Happy birthday, pipsqueak! (Please don’t kill me for calling you that!) >:3

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Cold metal glides over your spine before a sharp sting against your backside drags a loud cry from your lips. Or, at least, it tries to. Any and all noise is muffled by thick, black tape. Tears stream down your cheeks and over the tape with every painful strike you receive.

Draped over the lap of your own colonel, your entire body burns with humiliation. It had been hours since you’d been dragged into the dark office. Hands tied firmly behind your back, you were left with no choice but to endure whatever punishment he deemed fit.

“You should know by now to hold your tongue when we’re in the presence of other commanding officers,” hummed Caleb, palming at your bare skin in a false attempt to soothe the ache. “How will they know I’m capable of leading the Fleet if you’re being a brat?”

His metal hand strikes you again. Harder this time, all in the name of proving his point. Caleb quickly adjusts your position when you begin to slip from his knee. He smirked to himself at the sight of your clenched fists.

“Why so tense?” he asked, his tone heavy with amusement. “I thought you’d enjoy being put in your place for once.”

He spreads your cheeks and spits. Then, another cruel blow lands, though this one aims for your exposed folds instead. A hand digs into your swollen flesh, roughly keeping you open for him. The other swirls around your puckered asshole before two thick fingers dip inside.

Your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. Muffled shrieks try to break through the tape covering your lips. Another wave of tears comes along, but Caleb pays you no mind. Instead, he focuses on the way his digits pump in and out of you. He spits on your exposed hole a second time.

“One day, we’ll finally fit my cock in here,” he grinned. “Won’t that be nice? I’ll even make sure to spill my load inside you when the time comes.”

He quickly tampers a sudden bout of struggle as you squirm in his lap. His fingers only pump faster, sinking deeper each time they invade your quivering entrance.

“Don’t move too much. You might make me hard,” said Caleb, only to laugh seconds later. “Or are you trying to see if we can go ahead and squeeze my cock in here today? We don’t need to rush things, ya know? This hole still needs to be trained up a bit. But if you’re looking to speed things up…”

He removes his fingers, but your relief is short-lived. His metal hand runs over your gaping hole while the other reaches for something out of sight. Then, everything happens all at once.

The heavy strike of a baton cracks down on your bruised and aching backside. The pain is searing as Caleb expresses zero sympathy for your cries.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mm—Mmph! Mmmmph!”

Your muffled pleas hold no weight as Caleb attacks your bare flesh again and again. Your eyes roll back in response to the pain. It’s all too much, especially when the baton’s tip caresses your rear entrance.

“You’re gonna take it,” muttered Caleb, “then you’ll finally see how good I’ve been to you.”

Your entire body tenses when he puts a little more force behind the baton. Poking and prodding at your hole, he huffs in frustration. 

“Guess we’re doing this the hard way,” he said.

His metal fingers sink back inside your tight ass and pry you open to make way for the thick baton. He laughs upon seeing the tip of the object finally disappear inside you. 

He removes his fingers and admires the way your tightest hole clenches uncontrollably around the baton. He leans down to kiss the area before giving you another hard smack with his metal palm.

“Good girl,” he praised, pinching your bruised skin. “Bet it’s tight, huh? Let’s see how deep it can go.”

You can hardly comprehend what he’s saying now. Everything is a blur of indescribable sensations as the baton slowly begins to move inside you.

“Hmmm! Ngh!”

Caleb’s fingers smear his spit around your entrance. He shoves the baton deeper and deeper inside you, testing its limits, along with yours.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”

Every thrust is slow yet overwhelming. Caleb had never been one to rush things like this. He wanted to savor your trembling figure and desperate, muffled cries.

You’re shown no mercy as he fucks you with the baton. In and out, in and out, all while he admires the sight of your ass struggling to handle such rough treatment. He doesn’t hesitate to slap your bare flesh whenever you move too much for his liking. He even yanks your hair a few times for good measure, pulling your head up just enough to spit on your flushed expression.

He speeds up the baton just to make you squeal. Each time, spanking you harder for your failure in containing the noise. Your cheeks are sore and bruised from it all, though he doesn’t seem to care enough to ease the pain. Instead, he inflicts more and more until you finally soak yourself, his lap, and the baton.

Quickly, his metal fingers sink into your cumming pussy. The other hand, however, doesn’t let up, forcing the baton in and out of your ass at a much faster pace now that your release is pouring from your entrance.

“There you go!” laughed Caleb, pumping his thick, mechanical fingers deep inside you.

Your release finally dies down, your entire body humming with the aftereffects of such an overwhelming orgasm. You can only whimper quietly when the baton is slowly removed from your body.

Your wrists are unbound and the tape covering your mouth disappears as well. Exhaustion is taking over, so quickly that you barely notice when Caleb gently places you on a couch in his office.

Lying on your stomach, you moan thankfully into a pillow when Caleb silently begins massaging your aching backside with a soothing cream. He plants kisses across the bruised skin, only to suddenly prod at your gaping entrance with his tongue.

You tensed at the sensation, “Caleb.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled quietly.

He shifts his attention to your face, rubbing his nose against your cheekbone. He grins sinisterly upon seeing your eyes snap open when he lands one final, brutal slap to your ass.

Dropping the smile, he muttered into your ear, “But it’s still Colonel to you.”

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what i look like logging in for my constitution 101 class every day, unfortunately acknowledging that it may be entirely obsolete in the very near future

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tiktok is dangerous, but all it ever did was make me buy typewriter snoopy

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i want to be very explicitly clear to everyone who visits this blog.

fuck donald trump. and fuck everybody who had anything to do with him.