#I'm in a mood sorry

[notaboutmeeee]

Why did teen wolf writers love to implicate/insinuate, hint at but never use their words when it came to sterek. Like, never.

The writers would come up with some weird metaphor, vague reference or even seperate the two characters only for fans (and dylan and hoech) to run wild with ideas and headcanons.

Teen wolf can fall on a knife for everything they've put us through. But especially for what they put Derek hale through.

[sherlock-is-ace]

The replies on that one post about acephobia are heartbreaking.

If you ace, please know my blog is and will always be safe for you (hell, I am ace myself lol) and you can come chat or vent in my ask box whenever you feel like <3

If you're an acephobic asshole, please know that you are not "defending queer spaces", "helping kids out" or whatever the fuck you think you're doing. You're simply being an asshole. Ace and aro people exist, have always been around and will continue to be around, so you can die mad about it.

[eepybubble]

i do not want to go to a fucking pep rally i do not care about school spirit let me go home and WALLOW IN SADNESS IN PEACE

[lejoursobre]

Global warming is wild isn't it? I mean? Warm and salty raindrops 24/7? specifically in Soho???

(I physically can't draw angst sorry I did my best here)

[captainsweet]

I am tired of being a bad bitch. I want to see the world in soft colors. I want to be emotional. I want to laugh like I've never experienced hardship, like I'm not aware of everything. Fuck being aware, I want those giggly moments, and sugary drinks, and silly movies. I want those playful and dramatic reenactments, I want those bonding moments over silly things, stupid moments, that childhood silliness but older. Fuck having to be serious, I want to be silly.

[quetzalpapalotl]

I hateeee that screenshot of someone translating non-binary and getting no binario and no binaria and saying they hate Spanish. I hate it soooo much.

First mistake is thinking that's only about people. There are tons of things that use the binary adjective. But even when talking about gender, if you want to say non-binary gender you say género no binario, because género is a masculine noun and its adjectives have to always be in agreement with that! Even saying género femeninO follows this. And then if you use the word person you say persona no binaria, because persona is a feminine noun and it's adjectives have to always agree with that!! Even if you are talking about a man! If you want to call him a good person you still say buena personA. This is literally what having grammatical gender is.

It does make it a struggle for nb people if they don't want to be gendered at all, which is why there's a push to decline words using the letter E to make them gender-neutral. Then if you are directly referring to them you say no binarie. Not everyone likes to be referred in this way, but it's a proposed solution.

I get that grammatical gender can be hard to learn, but I don't want to hear any complains about this topic from Anglos who don't have to use Spanish in their daily lives and don't begin to understand how things work. Especially with how many of them seem to think that Hispanic people are less progressive thanks to gendered language due to some belief in linguist determinism. No, we do not think chairs are girls. If you guys keep insisting on this, I'm going to start saying that actually Spanish is way more progressive because you can naturally establish your grammatical gender by just using an adjective (or anything that requires gender declension) on yourself without anyone having to ask!! This promotes self-determination, actually.

[saduboiss]

I’m okay.

it’s getting bad again

[itsnotzka]

Samson! 🤘

(I actually wanted to draw somebody in a denim jacket. Sam just kinda appeared on his own 🤭)

[shima-draws]

What do you mean I know EXACTLY how WCI went it went just like this

[icantdothistodaybruh]

[mr-inkslinger]

GALE was the vocal one during sex. He was helpless and mewing half the time. His hands pawing and clawing at your hips with his head thrown back. He tried to watch you ask much as he could, but his eyes would slip shut. Especially when you anchored your hands on his chest to give yourself a better angle, to have more leverage. He was a mess of moans and panting out your name like a prayer. Every few rolls and snaps of your hips he'd groan and whine, a soft noise, quiet, deep from his chest.

"That's it- God's, that's lovely. You're wonderful at this, are you- ah-" A sharp moan left him, his hands gripping the meat of your ass. He kneaded it, using it to help you fuck him just the way he liked. "I worry I might not survive this.." He swallowed hard, choking back a pathetic whine. "My love.. You're a delight-"

He couldn't help it. You sounded like an animal, your keening moans and open mouth cries. You had made his dick creamy, like a crown at the base. His pubes sticky, navel tacky. You'd come once or twice on his cock. He loved that. He loved feeling those pillowy walls clench around him, trying to milk him for everything he had and more.

"I can't last- not like this-" His hands shook. He was tempted to pull you off of him, so he could have a breather. He was no stranger to edging, you found this wildly hot. How he'd force himself to pull out, panting against your neck in between mouth mouthed kisses on your neck.

Instead, he rolled you over, your legs hooked around his waist from the position change. He pressed your thighs to your chest, angling them apart. He pistoned into with abandon, the wet slaps mixed with your combined moans was a symphony of sin. His forehead pressed to yours, his eyes barely open.

"Look at me. Please." He was barely able to get the words out. His chest tight from the gasps for air, it was like your hot cunt squeezed the air from his lungs. You couldn't deny your wizard what he wanted, such a simple request. When your eyes met, one hand left your thigh to hold your cheek. "Hello, my love.." His words soft and sweet. So sweet. It went straight to your pussy. She was battered by all the attention he'd given her. It was all too much, he was pounding all rationality from you. The waves of another orgasm threatened to crash over you and sweep you away. Gale knew this. From the beginning he was so in tune with what your body was doing.

He used his shoulders to keep your legs pinned, his now free hand dropping down to circle your clit with precision. He felt the grip on his hair tighten, nails raking his back. "That's it, my sweet. Absolutely divine. Like you're a gift from the gods themselves.."

His hips stuttered, eyes fluttering as your cunt clenched him. "Gods above and below.." He buried himself one last time, staying in place as he spilled himself deep inside. His legs trembled as his seed coated your walls. he didn't pull out right away, his face resting into your neck, breath wavering.

His cum oozed out in thick gobs with every twitch and flutter from both of you, ruining the sheets.

[d3athanddecay1]

I should just stop existing

[herewegobebe]

KEY The 3rd Mini Album | Pleasure Shop - Mood Sampler

[ruporas]

feast (ID in alt)

[2aceofspades]

TW: Blood/Injury, Implied Death

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With you

Lil one-shot I guess...??

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After the dust cleared, it was dead silent. The air was thick with moisture from the dark clouds looming above them all. Someone, probably Raphael, yelled out something Two didn't quite process, his ears still ringing as his vision slowly cleared.

A faint blue glow flickered in the near distance, not too far from where Two was slumped on the ground. More muffled shouts rang out as Two attempted to collect himself, staggering to his feet and trudging over to the source of-

No.

Just the image alone was enough to bring Two collapsing back to his knees. Stupid, he thought.

"H-hey..." One's weak voice just barely got through to Two, snapping him right out of his thoughts.

He stared down at the dimming blue glow, watching it flicker and fade in and out. How the hell are you still here, breathing?

His thoughts became flooded in his head, even more so as he felt his arms cradle his brother's near-lifeless body.

"Did we win?"

Two felt his jaw clench at One's question, feeling frighteningly close to grinding his teeth until they were flat.

Did we win?

The question echoed in Two’s head, as if that would better help him process this moment. In any other instance, he would have deflected and scoffed at such an empty, meaningless question. Did it matter? he thought as he titled his head up, looking around briefly at the wasteland that surrounded them. It was over, that much was apparent.

"Yes,” he huffed, looking down at his brother in his arms as he continued, “Now, shut it and save your strength. Your heart-"

"I know," One croaked out in between a few sputtering breaths, interrupting Two in more ways than one. Two tried to ignore the cast-off of blood coming from his brother's mouth, despising the sickening feeling settling in his stomach as it hit his chin. One smiled weakly up at his brother, his eyes dull and unfocused.

How dare you, Two thought to himself.

His eyes flickered from One's exposed heart, bleeding out and hardly beating, and back to his brother’s face. His brother looked beaten, bloody...broken. It wasn't a look he saw from him often, if at all. It was that damn smile that he watched waver as One's heart beat softer and softer. What cruel irony, Two couldn't help but think, a metaphorical expression brought to life by his stupid, thoughtless, idiotic brother.

Two could still fix this. Even as he held his brother tighter against his own plastron and felt his shirt get soaked by the horrid mix of blood and empyrean; he thought to himself how he'd be the one to fix this.

There was no other choice left.

“Good…” One let out the softest of chuckles, “…we…we can s-start over.”

Something in Two’s own chest faltered, even just briefly. It was enough to shut out the feeling of One’s pathetic coughs and wheezes against him. He watched how One's eyes dulled further, his gaze wandering away from Two's face.

Starting over? That wasn’t ever an option, not one that Two had ever weighed in his mind. He wasn’t sure if that was even an option now. After everything he had done, everything he sacrificed, worked for…his brother still wanted to burn it, bury everything down and out of Two’s reach. One wanted this win, he wanted the impossible.

“Impossible…” Two muttered under his breath.

He heard yet another faint chuckle. And then the dense silence that followed.

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~bonus doodles~

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[blumineck]

PLEASE PUT SOME SHOES ON :(

Ok look, I was gonna say "I know you mean well" but let's be honest, I don't know if you mean well or not.

As it happens, I like being barefoot. It's a sensory thing- I like to feel the ground under me. It's also a training tool, strengthening my feet and ankles and improving balance. I also often combine pole with ground flips, archery and tree climbing, and there aren't really any shoes I can wear that are suitable for all of those things in the same session. Also, it makes me feel like a wood elf.

But here's the thing: policing how others choose to dress is not cool. There might be any number of practical reasons for it (up to and including 'I like how it looks'), or there might not, but unless they're turning up to your high wire assault course in a bodycon dress and clown shoes, you don't get to tell people what they should or shouldn't wear.

Love,

Blumineck

(Yes I took them off for this photo)