#I keep forgetting I have a tumblr account

[stormoflina]

re: Stef/ @macallisters

It's quite sad to find out that the lfc community here is still unnecessarily toxic due to one person's constant, never ending antics. Yes, Stef, I'm talking about you, if you are reading this by any chance, from one of your many side accounts. I have kept my silence for months, not once did I make nasty or even slightly suggestive posts about my experience with you, but what is enough is enough. Despite the kindness people showed you, despite the many chances you were given, it seems like you just don't learn. I'm tired of the anons, the rants and rumbles, the side accounts or seeing people I care about having to waste their precious time on this. I even care about those who are perhaps not even on this app yet. The Euros is coming soon, and with that most likely a new wave of people interested in the players/the club, dipping their toes into our community, and I don't want the same to happen to them what  happened to me and many others, having what is supposed to be a fun experience turned into some laughable internet drama.

You keep mentioning February, well, let's talk about February then. You know, it's one thing that you sent me weird or mean anons for months, while you were being all nice and kind in my DMs, but it's a completely different matter when one day you decided to message a close friend of mine here, with the intention of spreading lies about me and trying to paint a picture of me, that was and sadly still is, a picture of you. You very well know that I never sent you hateful messages, either as anons or ones with “forgetting” my name there. It was you who did it, to me, to many others, and sadly, you still keep doing this. After you got called out by others you blocked me, before I could have personally messaged you. I tried to let it go, even if for some time you did make me a bit paranoid, leaving me thinking about to how many others you tried to sully my name. We tried to move on, but you kept sending them to my friends, even getting  meaner, more hateful, and now, despite deactivating your old account, you keep doing the same thing.

You keep mentioning your poor mental health and your current struggles in life. If that is true, Stef, then please, first of all and most importantly, for your own sake and well-being quit this website for a while. I understand how hard it can be, when you are going through a difficult part of life, but this is not an acceptable form of dealing with it. To me, it seems having a tumblr blog is a great joy to you, so please, don't ruin your own fun. Take responsibility for your actions, admit your wrong doings, and reflect on your time spent here. I promise you, having a football tumblr is not that deep. Would you stop sending anons and creating unnecessary drama and perhaps as I mentioned, take responsibility and change, nobody would have a bad word to say to you. Sharing our bad experience is not bullying you, simply sharing the truth. There were a lot of people who were supportive, kind and helpful to you, and by the looks of it, there are still many who do the same. Don’t limit the number of these people in your life by petty internet stuff, time changes and so can you.

[puppyeared]

fighting tooth nail and tail for the puppy url

[ecogirl2759]

so do you have all the dr1 4komas?

I am once again getting to this late ;-----;

Sorry, got busy again, hehe

I don't have all the DR1 4Koma's, no. I technically only have half of them. I've got the 4Koma KINGS anthology series, which is 4 books in total. I don't have the original 4Koma anthology series, however, which is another 4. (Not to mention the DR1+2 4Komas, but that's slightly different lol.)

For example, the cover on the left is the anthology, whereas the cover on the right is the KINGS series. I only have the series on the right.

With any luck (and a little more money lol), I do hope to find/buy the original anthology series so that I can translate everything and compile it all into one location, but I'm 90% sure that the first series is already fully translated and much more accessible than the 4Koma KINGS one is. Not to say that some of the KINGS series isn't translated as well, since you can definitely find some online. I just have a hard time finding them, and it doesn't look like anyone got to the 4th volume.

I hope this helps puts things into a little more context :D

[squ4rer00t]

hi squans of tumblr take ashe winters (yes i already posted this on twitter a little bit ago but i want to post things here too😌)

[m0ssy-p0ckets]

remind me to never draw this freak again this took fucking forever

[lemonpoet]

Marceline and Bubbs human AU again! Been working a lil bit on my artstyle 😊

[pokiios]

Miku!!

[possible-cryptid]

Is anyone else on Artfol?

[cherry-wine-live]

back on my bullshit once again… thinking about Them

[paperpensart]

Sinner’s finale ✨

*dusts off this account* I keep forgetting that I have a tumblr lmao

[sabh0]

I keep forgetting i have a tumblr account too

[tiredlinguist]

ogh

[uqb]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i have been going thru all my tumblr blogs & trying to remember the logins for them akakakakakakaaaa it would be great if some of blogs were my sideblogs on this account but then idk man...

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Fam imagine reader picking out a wedding ring/band for househusband Simon. It ain’t a ring it was a WHOLE ROCK💎💍

-🪿

You're onto something here, 🪿 Anon 👀.

Warnings: Objectification, Sexual Punishment (Consensual), Possession, Implied Smut, Profanity, Pet Names, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

Big rock on silver ring makes Simon's brain go brrrrr.

He's never belonged to anyone before, so to have you (the love of his life) claim him so proud and openly is enough to send him into shock for a good few weeks after the wedding. He's also not prepared for the next-level possession you display after.

$500K/year Reader likes to show off their most prized possession (Simon) to their friends, tugging him around on their arm and making sure that massive ring is visible to everyone within their vicinity.

"Yeah, bagged this one quickly as I could," you tell everyone who will listen, gripping Simon's massive bicep and making sure his physique doesn't go unnoticed or unappreciated.

Lumbering him with that massive rock is a good way to make sure he remembers who he belongs to, too.

Ring's so heavy that he can't forget it's on his finger, even if he wanted to.

God forbid he tries to take it off - you'll be slipping it back on while you fuck him dumb, telling him how he's "Only worth what I give you, Darling. The sooner you learn to be grateful and take it, the better."

He's terrified of breaking it while doing housework, so he'll take it off just to perform labour-intensive jobs like cleaning the car (also to make sure he doesn't scratch the car, lest you reward him with an unwavering soreness between his legs that will stretch on into the coming days courtesy of that 14-inch strap-on you keep in the closet).

But he's very happy to have it, nonetheless. It reminds him that he is loved - that he can have love without punishment, without reprimand, no matter what his past has taught him.

Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)

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[hotmencore]

“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞” 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: You accompany Charles on his private jet overseas for the first time, failing to remember to tell him that you are deathly scared of take offs.

Warnings: Mild language, pure fluff/ comfort

Word count: 600+

A/N: I apologise for how long this has taken me. I have started sixth form recently, so have been focusing on that for the past few weeks. I wasn't sure how to go with this after it being in my drafts for months, so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

“Come on chérie, the plane is ready” Charles tells you softly, breaking your attention away from the book you had held in your hands.

Held? Well, more like clutched with pure fear. Fear? Well, planes, you aren’t scared of. Being thousands of metres up in the air? Fine. But take off? You would rather swim the whole way there than experience it once more. And this tiny little inconvenience, you happened to forget to tell Charles about. This trip was a last minute decision that was made by the both of you, and the spontaneity of it made you completely forget about telling him.

So here you are, mentally having to scream at yourself to actually get up, as your legs wouldn’t move by themselves. You stand up and place your hand in Charles' outstretched one, following after him to the jet.

Charles steps aside to let you on first, his hand naturally falling to the small of your back. You both take your seats sat across from each other, and Charles instantly takes notice of your death grip on both arms of the chair. He leans forwards in his own seat, placing his elbows on the table between you both.

"Are you okay chérie?" He asks, his tone subtly laced with concern. He gives you a second to answer him, though no response comes. Your head stays back on the rest behind you, your eyes tightly shut.

"Y/N?" Charles tries once again to gain your attention, and only now do you open your eyes and look at your boyfriend in front of you.

"Hm?" You answer in a hum, his worry only increasing with your half-hearted reply.

"Are you alright?" He asks, tilting his head down to get his question across to you.

"Y-yeah i'm fine" you say with a half smile. But it didn't convince your boyfriend one bit.

He leant back in his seat for a second, a light chuckle escaping his lips, "Okay okay let me rephrase, what is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you" Charles softly replies, leaning forwards again to keep your attention on him.

You breathe out almost hesitantly, but the kind persistence in Charles' eyes is telling you that he will get it out of you sooner or later. You place your elbows onto the small table, to sit your head in your hands.

“Take offs” you breathe out, though to Charles it only comes out as a muffled sound from behind your hands.

“What? Chérie, move your hands away, i cannot hear you” he chuckles lightly as he reaches forwards to delicately remove your hands from covering your face.

“Take offs” you say quietly, looking down at your lap in embarrassment.

You don’t hear an answer from your boyfriend, as your eyes slowly lift to look at his face. Charles is looking at you almost blankly, though his gaze quickly softens as your eyes meet his.

“Mon amour, are you scared off take offs?” He asks with raised eyebrows.

You stay quiet, why on earth am i scared of take offs? He must think it’s so stupid.

Your thoughts get interrupted by Charles’ hand laying on yours, his thumb softly grazing your knuckles. You look up to see him looking at you lovingly, his muscles in his face completely relaxed, knowing you were okay.

“You could have just told me chérie” he murmurs to you, with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

"it's so stupid" you chuckle light-heartedly, trying to brush the whole situation off.

"It is not stupid. But tell me, yeah? I don't want to make you unhappy" Charles says, once again ever so softly.

"You could never make me unhappy, Charles" you reply with a smile, of which he reciprocates tenderly.

A few minutes pass as you try to keep calm, though your adrenaline spikes as the doors are shut and secured, and the engines start up. Charles takes notice, and tightly clasps your hand in his.

"Hold my hand chérie, you're safe."

[chilschuck]

HAVE YOUR CAKE (AND EAT IT TOO).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw + typical fluffy goodness.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 2.3k

✦ happy birthday, chil!!! this is a little rushed because i wanted it out right at midnight, but i hope it turned out alright!! tumblr ate the post as i tried to save it, so lets hope it posts this time! if anything seems out of place or ooc, i’m so sorry, it’s currently late and i just wanted to write some cuteness for him and you guys!!! enjoy!!! <3333

The countdown leading up to this day had you filled with nervous excitement.

Not only was it Chilchuck’s birthday, but the day you decided you’d try to relay just how you felt about him all this time. With sweaty palms you looked at yourself in the mirror, dressed up for his surprise get-together you and the rest of the party had planned. Secretly, you hoped he wouldn’t catch on so fast that it was truly mostly your idea that had started this.

Inhaling one last breath and letting it pass through your chest, you dusted off your outfit you considered the nicest one you had. In a perfect box with sage green wrapping paper, his gift from you sat beautifully on your bed. Putting all the finishing touches on it you could, a ribbon cascades off the top along with a sweet note card with his name in curly letters. A part of you worried it was a bit too much, but for him, you’d find you’d always go above and beyond.

Turning to hold it in your hands, you considered the contents for a moment. Inside was a new pair of gloves you had sewn for him in the coming weeks, along with a favorite ale of his you had managed to purchase for him. It was simple, much more so than the intricate packaging, but you hoped he’d be pleased.

The half-foot had told you his birthday reluctantly, but now that you knew, you made sure you’d never forget. Whether writing it in your notes or pinning a paper on your calendar, there was no way you were going to let it pass by. He deserved so much more than he gave himself, and you made it your duty to ensure he was happy.

In a few minutes everyone would begin showing up, and to keep yourself busy you set the little table in your dining room with all the food you had prepared. Everything you had taken into account from your time adventuring with him, which consisted of his favorites or even things he’s mentioned liking in passing. Slowly but surely you had managed to get him to open up a little, which was a feat you pride yourself on. Because of this, you felt you were closer than you were before. Now it was time to really tie everything together with that metaphorical bow.

A knock at the door had your heart beating excitedly in your chest, and after yelling out a quick, “Coming!” you made your way to open it.

Except… It wasn’t at all who you were expecting. Suddenly you were face to face with the guest of the hour, who had a furrowed brow of concern on his face.

“Everything okay? Marcille told me to come quickly because you needed help with something.” Chilchuck spoke, studying your appearance for a moment. “Uh, did I interrupt something?”

You were going to kill her. Already picturing her mischievous expression at trying to make something happen like out of her romance novels, you gave a brisk sigh.

“Not at all, quite the opposite, actually…” With quick hands you cracked the door, before peeking out the other side. “Can you… Close your eyes and come in?”

Chilchuck looked even more perplexed at your request, before letting out a sound of confusion. Ever trusting you, he put a hand over his eyes and reached his other one out to you to guide him in. So far so good.

“This didn’t turn out how I exactly pictured it, but…” You began, leading him to the dining room where you had decorated for the supposed party that now only contained the two of you. “You can look now.”

As he removed his hand, you jumped beside him in your spot, shouting cheerfully. “Happy Birthday, Chil!”

His eyes widened, taking in the scene in front of him. A table full of food, seemingly his favorites, as well as fresh flowers from your garden. Even streamers were put up around the wall, along with a bottle of wine you only busted out for special occasions.

“Huh? You did all this for me?” Chilchuck muttered, turning to catch your eyes. That sparkle in them, the same one they always had, caused his stomach to erupt with butterflies. Especially with the way you were smiling at him right now.

“Of course I did, you think I’d let you celebrate your birthday cooped up at home?” Your voice was soft, but held true with intent to make this a night worth remembering for him. Chilchuck gave a light laugh, scratching the back of his head for a moment. You really were too good to him.

The half-foot went to study the foods you had set out, before spotting the cake placed sweetly in the middle. It wasn’t very big, about as big as the pan you usually baked with, but even so… Chilchuck swallowed.

“I know you’re not too big on sweets, but you can’t have a birthday without cake, right?” Your voice met his ears, words playful yet with a hint of something he couldn’t quite place. All of this was making him lose his voice, even more so unable to word his feelings than usual.

“It’s great…” He muttered, before turning to you. In his eyes a spark of vulnerability made itself known, and you hoped you weren’t just mistaken.

“I can’t believe you did all this. I feel spoiled.” Chilchuck reached for a cup, sheepish and eager to hide his burning cheeks behind something. All of this matched with your current outfit was making him feel a little weak.

You waved your hands, moving to grab the bottle of wine. “It’s nothing! You deserve stuff like this. Also, there were supposed to be others but I’m guessing they had other plans.” Trailing off, you grumbled the last part to yourself. The wine filled his glass easily, a sight he was always happy to take in.

Along with you. Chilchuck had to busy himself with a drink before he focused too hard on how good your outfit looked tonight, how you did your hair, the way you kept smiling at him… Clearing his throat, he tried to find something to say to fill the silence.

Before he could speak though, you perked up and went to reach for something behind the table. “Oh! I almost forgot, I got you a little something, too.”

He felt like he was going to melt into the floor. All of this to celebrate just another day for him? Sure, he would treat himself a little, but this… It was like you wanted him to dwell too hard on those feelings he’s been keeping at bay.

Setting down his glass, Chilchuck reached out to take the box from you, gaze taking in just how beautifully it was wrapped. Even the bow on top was so much like something you’d do, down to the note with his name written so nicely on it.

“You really didn’t have to.” Your name left him softly, eyes flitting back up to yours. You waved your hands at him again, before giving him that grin that always made him feel hazy.

“I know, but I wanted to. Now open it, I’ve been waiting so long for this.” The laughter that followed was so sweet, and Chilchuck had to distract himself with the ribbon on his gift.

Pulling it gently, he let it fall to his feet in a small pile. Picking at the folds in the paper, he tried to be as careful as he could with it. You noticed this, unable to hold back the giggle that erupted from your throat. “You don’t have to be like that, it’s meant to be ripped.”

Chilchuck ripped into it this time, barking out, “I know that!” Before he could say anything else, he lifted the lid of the box.

Quick to explain your gift, you interrupted his thoughts. “The gloves were something I made to help with your new business and all. The ale was just… A bonus.” Watching him pick up the gloves and study them, you added, “I hope they’re okay.”

He couldn’t even begin to word how he felt at that moment. Not only did you do all of this for him, but you made him a gift and remembered even more about him? You might as well have taken his heart right out of his chest and ran off with it. Gently, he gave a small smile at your words. “It’s more than okay! I still can’t believe all of this. I’m not sure what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything! I’m just glad it’s okay. Here, want me to get you a slice of cake or anything?” Your eagerness to make him happy had his heart race a bit, and Chilchuck couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as he turned the gloves over in his hands. Setting them down back into the box, he met your eyes.

“You’ve done too much. As expected, since I told you and all.” Chilchuck joked, watching as you cut into the baked good you worked so hard on. His hands took the plate from you, the flowery green icing hiding the wedges of chocolate underneath. Taking his fork, he took off a piece from the corner and studied it. “I should’ve known you would’ve gone above and beyond.”

Huffing playfully, you turned to cut yourself a slice of your own. “I spent all that time getting it out of you, and you think I’d just forget?” Taking a bite, you hummed, mulling over the flavor in your mind. “Hm, could’ve turned out a little sweeter, but I guess that’s a good thing, huh?”

Chilchuck brought his own fork to his lips, curious to taste some of your baking again. At no surprise at all, it turned out really light and fluffy, the icing pairing well with the tenderness of the cake. “It’s good. I like how rich it is,” He spoke up through his taste test. You beamed at him, that same smile that made him feel like he had been staring a little too long at the sun.

“I’m glad I was able to do this for you. Sorry it wasn’t very climactic of a surprise.” Chilchuck shook his head at your words, taking another piece of cake on his fork. His next sentence died in his throat at the look on your face, pausing to wait for you to finish.

“In a way, I’m kind of glad it ended up like this. There’s something I wanted to tell you ever since we stopped adventuring.” Setting your plate down for a moment, you bit your lip. Once sure you had his full attention, you continued.

And of course you had his full attention. You always did, and there was no contest for it when it came to you. Yet, the nervousness in his gut made an appearance despite how hard he tried to ignore it.

For some reason, the words never left you. Instead, your eyes were fixed on something on his face. He could practically hear the gears whirring to life in your head.

“Sorry, you’ve got… Right there, hang on.” Your touch, gentle enough to make him nearly jump out of his skin if he was not so tightly wound, trailed along his bottom lip. In the corner of his mouth was a bit of icing, which had somehow made a place there without him noticing. There was a thick tension in the air as you wiped it with your thumb, tongue darting out to wet your own lips.

His mind must be playing tricks on him, as the cake in his hand was suddenly not the sweetest sight in the room. Instead, he felt conflicted thoughts about whether or not he wanted to let you continue your work, or have you stop what you were doing and just kiss him stupid.

Before he could decide on which he preferred more, you leaned in to place a kiss right at that spot, so soft and tender that he barely could register it happened at all. Pulling away, you looked at him through your lashes, a rosy glow on your cheeks.

“What I wanted to say, was—“

Suddenly he was no longer interested in the plate in his hand or the words you were going to speak. Setting down his plate with haste, he pulled you in and slotted his lips against yours. With a vigor he didn’t know he still possessed, he kissed you with need.

This was a better result than you had imagined, reaching for his cheeks to hold him even closer to you. Pulling away only to hurriedly meet his lips again, you both fought off that need for air as much as you could. The taste of buttercream icing and the richness of chocolate was so addicting as you felt him nibble at your bottom lip, allowing him to kiss you even deeper in that moment.

Finally pulling away, you both tried to calm your panting with the realization of what just happened. Before you lost your bravery again, you sputtered out, “I’ve fallen for you.”

Chilchuck couldn’t help but let out an airily laugh for a moment, your words a mirror of his own feelings. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he replied, “I’d hope so after a kiss like that.”

Now you were giggling, your nerves subsiding for a moment at his teasing expression. “Yeah, yeah. Happy birthday, smartass.”

“For the record,” Chilchuck muttered before taking his plate back, an idea forming in his mind. “I… Feel the same. But maybe we should do that again. Just, you know—“

Your hands made home on his cheeks again before pulling him back in for another heated kiss, the cake being forgotten just for another moment.

It was so addicting, the way you let him have his cake and eat it, too.

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