#IF I add suspenders

[puppyeared]

sleights van

[cleo-serotonin]

h2o so perfectly encapsulates teenage girlhood and all the good and bad that comes with it. like building the greatest friendships of your life but also losing friends you once thought were close. your parents divorcing but gaining a new parent. growing up to see the best in your parents and becoming closer to your family. getting boyfriends but knowing they come second to your girlfriends. drinking juices and shit talking and knowing you would swim to the ends of the earth for these people, because they get you in a way no one else ever will.

[scrabblesnorton]

I feel like it’s a sin to humanize muppets but… have some colored sketches

[johnslittlespoon]

Losing my mind over the “such a good little pup, aren’t you?” smut dialogue BUT- with CurtBuck >:)

Also “one more! Please!” from Curt bc I love a good needy Curt soooo much (and I can’t get over what you said the other day about Curt being whiny and needy compared to John’s feral and growly)

post life affirming sex, they all made it back from Algeria and John’s passed tf out from their previous fucking already and Curt’s so tired and already fucked out but he still has this current of energy running under his skin that he can’t help but squirm around until Gale questions him and he just lets out the sweetest little noise before begging and whining into Gale’s neck and Gale just manhandles Curt around so he can slide into him again, shushing him softly when he whimpers from the overstim of being fucked again but he needs it so bad

Anyway I’m actually insane and I desperately needed to entertain some CurtBuck thoughts soooo bad I just love the chemistry of those two together. John may be his partner in crime, but Gale is the steadying and grounding balance he needs too

- @mangokittokatsu

prompts | omg i'm so excited, i haven't written curtbuck outside of the throuple yet but i love them and they are so underrated, i'm so keen to explore their dynamic more <3 thank you for giving me an excuse to!! ~1k words of nsfw drabble below >:) edit: turned this into a full oneshot and posted it to ao3 :-)

Curt shifts on the sex–ruffled, sweat–damp bed sheets, heart rate slowly returning to a normal pace but still antsy from the buzz rippling up and down his spine, rumbling uncomfortably just below the surface of his skin.

John’s snoring quietly behind him, one long leg tangled with Curt’s, always finding a way to stay connected even in rest. Gale’s still awake, fingers combing through his hair in a way that only serves to stoke the flames lapping at his insides rather than settle them down to warm embers the way the gentle touch usually does.

Curt turns his face further into the gap between him and Gale, pressing his forehead against his warm chest, pulling himself closer with the arm draped over Gale’s waist and crowding into his space. He’s so tired that it feels like a herculean effort just to bridge the few inches, and yet he can’t help but squirm when Gale’s other hand flattens itself against his back, his palm feeling like a branding iron against his too–hot, too–restless body.

He presses his hips forward, raising his chin enough to mouth at the base of Gale’s neck, tasting the salt of summer heat that’s gathered there, whining quietly. The rumble against his lips when Gale chuckles low in his throat has his hips twitching, fingertips pressing into Gale’s back.

“What’s wrong, doll?” The gravelly voice does nothing to aid the frenzied feeling creeping beneath his skin, and he nips at Gale in retaliation, rocking forward into a firm thigh again when the hand in his hair tightens ever so slightly.

“Need more,” Curt huffs out a breath when Gale pulls his head back so he can get a good look at him, eyes bleary as he watches the corner of Gale’s mouth twitch with amusement and something akin to hunger.

“You can barely keep your eyes open, baby,” he coos, on the verge of teasing, and a whimper slips out before Curt can stop it.

“Just one more,” he breathes out, eyelashes fluttering as he rolls his hips, pretty certain that he can get himself off on Gale’s thigh if he keeps holding his hair tight like that. “Please, Gale.”

That’s enough to get Gale to move, always weak to his begging, hand firm on his hip as he rolls him over and pulls his back flush against his chest like it’s effortless. It makes Curt’s head spin, mumbling a dazed “fuck” as Gale manhandles him how he wants him, his eyes falling on John’s sleeping form.

“What a needy thing,” Gale hums next to his ear, fingers pressing into Curt’s mouth, and Curt dutifully wets them with a moan, though he’s not sure he could’ve stopped himself from drooling had he tried. Gale pulls his fingers out and reaches between them, taking himself into his hand, slicking himself back up before dragging the head of his cock in a teasing up and down over his hole, and Curt trembles, fingers twisting in the bed sheets.

“Please,” he whines again, pushing his hips back, and Gale takes pity on him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before sliding back into where he’d filled Curt up no more than twenty minutes prior. Curt eyes snap shut, head tilting back, mouth falling open in a choked out cry, verging on the edge of too–sensitive but simultaneously feeling the restlessness be smothered.

Gale hushes him softly, moving his hand to flatten over Curt’s stomach as he pulls him close enough that he’s really only gently rocking his hips into him, a painfully slow back and forth of his cock, but so good and so full, pressing right up against where Curt’s still aching for it even after taking both of them until he had been shaking.

“Oh,” Curt sighs out, clenching around Gale’s cock and feeling his hips stutter forward into him, shuddering at the groan he receives. 

“This what you needed, baby?” Gale grazes his teeth just below his jaw, and Curt nods desperately, rocking back against him, whimpering. The hand on his stomach presses down, and hot tears jump to the corners of his eyes at the sharp–sweet pleasure the added pressure grants him, feeling each drag inside him so much more intensely.

“Gale,” he gasps, writhing against the warm body behind him, hands tightening in the sheets.

“Such a good little pup, aren’t you?” Gale murmurs against his neck, and that’s enough for Curt to reach down and take his own cock into his hand, hissing at the sensitivity but needing the friction so bad that he fights through it, feeling the pillow dampen against the side of his face as tears finally leak out.

Gale pulls back a little more to drive in harder each time, still keeping his movements slow and deep, making sure it’s not too much for him, lips soft where he mouths at the crook of his neck. He rumbles against Curt’s skin, chasing gentle nips with the press of his tongue and light enough suction to not leave lasting marks, panting quiet encouragement and praise when his thrusts start to get messy.

He feels Gale nudge at his hand, knocking it out of the way and replacing it with his own, and Curt moans at the way the heat engulfs him, rocking his hips up into Gale’s hand and back against his cock, over and over as the honey–hot feeling in his stomach builds. It doesn’t take long before all his muscles are tensing, burying his face in the pillow to muffle his strangled sob, shaking hard as he jerks between Gale’s hand and body, making a mess over his knuckles.

Curt nearly convulses when Gale pushes in deep and goes still, spilling into him once again, filling him with a heat that feels like it oozes through his entire body, melting his bones down to nothing and turning his brain to mush as he chants desperate whimpers of Gale’s name into the pillow.

Fresh tears well up from the almost painful friction when he slides out of him a minute later, and he whines in complaint, but Gale leans over him and kisses him better, slow and soft with a hand cupping his face to help him tilt it to the side.

“You’re unreal,” Gale murmurs against his lips, and Curt still flushes, even after everything else.

(+ Curt wakes up in the morning to John working him open on his fingers because they all can’t get enough of each other as is, let alone after the scare that was Algeria, and he’s sore and tired but god does he ever need to be full of him again, so they take it slow and gentle and Gale wakes up to the sight of Curt absolutely enveloped by John’s broad body, and fuck, there they all go again.) (p.s. @mangokittokatsu i'm gonna be so real, i only have to see your @ to know i'm about to be knocked back in my chair by whatever words you decide to grace my inbox with LMAOO i hope this is a solid thanks for all the brainrot you share <3)

[averlym]

lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt (but i make these high heels work)

[basslinegrave]

why is the internet dying so much, its making me feel awful. more people using ai generation. kids getting fucked over because teachers are using ai testers giving false positives on their work. they cant even google shit anymore as its hard to search for stuff. doing my thesis i used bing the entire time because google sucks so much! but even bing has built in ai so the first thing you get is generated. old websites dying, link rot bigger than ever, and social media falling apart completely. posting art online is always at a risk whether youre a good artist or not. its always reposted, which is partially good for archivation but once your work leaves the site you posted it onto you have less rights ratio to it and it can end up who knows where and very much become ai food.. everything is just advertisements now, 80% of twitter posts are pushed ads for me and every second or third post on tumblr is an ad. most of them ai generated. first google results are all ads. and dont let me get started on reading comprehension and media literacy, its GONE

[little-mouse-adventures]

The Artemis Fowl series isn’t actually about a boy learning how to make friends and save the world with the help of fairies, it’s actually about a boy learning to become a fully-fledged necromancer.

[liamlawsonlesbian]

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[niteshade925]

I can see how the regional phenomena in totk is basically totk's version of a modern 4 horsemen of the apocalypse: pollution (the sludge), addiction (marbled rock roast), climate change (the extreme blizzard; admittedly this one is a bit of a stretch), and pestilence/infectious disease (the giant mosquito boss and the undead gibdo). Which, hey, references to real life issues, great, but what I didn't like so much was how you can just solve puzzles and fight bosses--basically have a handful of big name heroes running around doing tasks--and the water will magically clear up, the addicts will magically become normal people again, the extreme storms will magically dissipate, and the pestilence will magically disappear. Real life does not work that way. I know, I know, it's a game why you taking it so seriously blah blah, but I'm just saying, we have to remember that for any of these problems to be solved, it takes a lot of effort and cooperation from a lot of people to accomplish, and that's definitely an understatement.

[trishmishtree]

I decided to revisit my floral Victwardian historybounding skirt from last summer and used some of the leftover fabric to make an Edwardian dip waist belt. And then I wasn't satisfied with that because the belt kind of gets lost in the busy print, so I used the very last scraps of the fabric to make a detachable suspender-like jumper. So now it can be worn as the skirt alone, with a belt, or with the belt plus suspenders that looks like an Edwardian jumper dress!

[ohhcinnybuns]

This art of Dazai in Atsushi’s get-up screams catzai

Like, What do you mean this man is not going ‘merow meow?’ I can hear it!

[spamlets-blog]

israel trying to conflate zionism with judaism is so weird to me considering that judaism is like 5000 years old and the modern day concept of zionism was created in like 1890 or the early 1900s or whatever

and like. israel is very very open with this fact. they celebrate the creation of the concept of israel, talk about the guy who did it and he has a special grave and several museums dedicated to him. but at the same time, they go ��zionism IS judaism” and “you cant separate zionism from judaism” when the modern day concept is like a little over 100 years old

judaism is so much older than modern zionism that its kind of ridiculous to conflate the two. zionism has existed for like 2% of the time that judaism has. israel trying to make judaism = zionism is political propaganda at its heart and imo there’s just really no denying that

[sharpiedoodleee]

tfw ur bf walks into ur workplace like he didnt just sacrifice himself for u and die in ur arms

[doctor-fancy-pants]

Look, I gotta make my own fun

So I was trying to figure out strumming pattern for a song I'd written - and I'd written the melody etc. and worked out key and such ages ago, and then scribbled some rough chords in to come back to later, right? But I'd left that one sitting for a while. And tonight I picked it up to work on again, and I was thinking how weird it was that I'd written the key at the top as "E minor" and then had a bunch of E major chords in it, and because of the… look it's a slightly odd song, my music knowledge is sadly limited in technicality so I don't know why it sounded fine with all those E majors in it...

(this song does not have many chords. It has… four. One of those only occurs once. The others are A minor and B minor.)

But it did sound perfectly okay with the E majors. ANYWAYS. I thought, "hmm, since I did apparently decide it was in E minor, I'm gonna try and play it with E minor, just in case I was a doofus and forgot to write the little 'm' next to the E when I was writing this out…" and MYSTERIOUSLY... yes, it sounds way better.

Hypothesis tested and supported, so I started scribbling the little m next to all the Es and began declaring loudly: "...and YOU are a minor and YOU are a minor and the B minor and the A minor and ALL you freaking E minors, that's right, NONE OF YOU CAN DRIVE. OR DRINK. OR VOTE. why? BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL MINORS."

pause

"Except for that one D suspended fourth. I think that one can drink. THE REST OF YOU ARE UNDERAGE, GET OUT OF MY BAR."

(this is a win because this is possibly the worst music pun I have ever made, I am so proud of myself)

[lavenderjewels]

I know a lot of people joke about it but I still think nobara is alive and coming back