#anon

[miseria-fortes-viros]

dont tag bible stuff as mythology God isnt mythology

hi hello how are you. most if not all story-based religions are in fact considered mythology by definition including the abrahamic religions. god is in fact abrahamic mythos whether you think he’s real or not. im sorry if that upsets you but im assuming this is regarding the post i just reblogged and i have to say im surprised the part you’re upset about is me tagging biblicalia as mythology and not the entire discussion on who tops in jesus/judas ship discourse

[diminuel]

Crocodile *about to swallow his cigar in rage*: What you got there?

Luffy *wearing a Jinbe shirt, Kuma gloves that Bonny gave him, and a Boa hair clip she gave him* Sea king meat, you can't have any

Betrayed by his own flesh and blood!

[serving-saucy-fanfics]

And I'll probably answer it...in a few weeks 🤭😂

The anon button is not for hate. The anon button is for horny and embarrassed about it.

[mistressemmedi]

really think f1 dating rumors peaked when fernando was supposedly dating taylor swift

Fernando running with the rumors and making tiktoks with her songs lives rent free in my head. Absolute menace of a man

[howisthepope]

If they elected a DID system as pope would one alter be pope or the whole system. Asking for a friend I swear.

So I contemplated this because the first step is to be baptized and the question is are all the alters baptised. You would assume that covers the whole system, right?

But is says this about baptism:

It configures the person to Christ (CCC 1272), and obliges the Christian to share in the church's apostolic and missionary activity (CCC 1270)

So in that sense I think the alter needs to intend to share in the apostolic and missionary activities.

That's not an issue in and on itself but I found out that alters sometimes have different religions so in that sense they wouldn't be considered baptised, likely. Regardless alters who don't carry forward the mission the church likely wouldn't make a good candidate

Not to mention they need to be a man. So I think you can have different alters in the system who could together be pope but they'd have to identify as a catholic man and only those alters could be pope together OR your whole system needs to be catholic men in order to become pope

[sandflakedraws]

Could you draw Creek at least once?

you may have a sandflakedraws Creek .... once!

[midnight-in-town]

Verified.

If anyone can help and donate, please consider it. :)

Life or Death? ‼️

please stop I need your support to stand with my family in this bad situation ‼️

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #523 )✅️

✅️Vetted by @90-ghost

We don't even know anymore. Khaled, my little one, has started pronouncing the word "bombing," and it terrifies me.

I'm Jehad a father of two kids and lost everything because of war here in Gaza. I am now trying to rebuild some of it. With your kidness everything comes true ❤️❤️

We need to raise total of $100,000. Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives.

Please do your best to save my family and students we are waiting for your support. ❤️🙏

I’m not here to beg or list every detail—because even an entire newspaper wouldn’t be enough. The images on TV screens and the stories you see online already tell you so much about what we endure. But no matter how much you see, you’ll never truly feel what we feel. And I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone.

We are victims of conflicts we never chose. We love life—deeply, desperately—as long as we’re allowed to live it. We don’t want war, we don’t want destruction. All we want is a future. A future for ourselves, for our children—a future like every other human being deserves.

Everything is expensive and I need support follow you guys 🙏🙏❤️❤

Every dollar you contribute will make a tangible difference in our lives. Your donations can ensure that this newborn baby has a chance at survival and that  can provide my children with the necessities they deserve.

How You Can Help

In this moment of despair, I reach out to you—not just as a stranger, but as a fellow human being. Our humanity connects us, and compassion knows no boundaries. Your kindness, no matter how small, can bring a glimmer of hope to our lives, shattered by war.

Our baby has been sick countless times, and every evacuation has only made things worse. We need help to survive, to heal, and to dream of a better tomorrow.

Even a Little Means Everything

We appreciate your help, even if it’s just a small donation or simply sharing our story. Every bit of support matters. Together, we can rebuild what’s been taken from us and find hope amidst the rubble.

Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts.

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[diminuel]

Your ocs just scratch something in my brain extra good and I can’t get over how much I love all of them, especially Dulcinea and Kite

There’s just has so much room for chaos cause like how many marines heard Kite (clearly Dragon’s kid) had a little sister and see a mini female Doffy and tried to figure out how much alcohol was involved to have Dragon produce a kid with Doflomingo?

X'DD The family is a mystery and neither Kite nor Dulcinea will explain anything.

(I'm glad you like these two~)

[contamination-zone]

I am obsessed with the way you draw and characterize fresh-

It makes me smile :)))

A simple request for the silly to be drawn with the inkerr AND the nightmare :))

ur art is so yummy delicious and i want to eat it, and i hope you have a wonderful day

that one... pj's meme. Fresh just likes that they're fighting over him.

not ship :-]

^ immediately thought of the three of em'

I think if it was ship. fresh would be the worst person to ever have in a poly relationship, because he turns all his partners against each other cus he likes being fought over

[bigidiotenergytm]

Poseidon that wasn't enough bites. I bet I could bite Ody more.

[paper-mario-wiki]

I remember I used to follow you, and I dont remember why I unfollowed. do you remember doing anything annoying or stupid lately?

no i didnt. i actually soft blocked you because i cant stand you. leave me alone cunt.

[dreamersparacosm]

i want jealous jungkook too...but do you know who i want him to be jealous of? BAM. I WANT OC AND BAM I WANT THEM

tpod!jungkook would absolutely be jealous of a dog. like he already fought to have you, now he has to fight with his own dog?? what kind of world is this?

the price of desire — epilogue blurb 1!

prompt ; in which jungkook’s biggest competition isn’t a man, but his own doberman.

warnings ; none!

Here’s the thing about Jeon Jungkook: when you’re in Korea, he simply forgets how to function like a normal human being.

Sure, he could go to rehearsals. He could hang out with the boys, lift heavy things at the gym, play with Bam at the dog park until one of them drops dead from exhaustion. He could — and does — have a life outside of you.

But unfortunately, that’s impossible to uphold currently. Because Jungkook, in all his stubbornness, has decided that when you are in Korea, you are his life.

So he waits, with the particular blend of patience and agitation that only the hopelessly devoted can manage.

He waits while you sit through endless meetings in the Seoul office where he assumes you're probably reshaping the course of fashion history. Meanwhile, he — professional idol, household name, literal global phenomenon — spends his entire afternoon fluttering around the house like an overgrown golden retriever preparing for your arrival back.

When you finally do appear, hours later than you promised (”just a quick check-in meeting,” you said, like a liar), he’s orchestrated the perfect welcome. There’s even some of your candles lit that you got from the market the other afternoon.

He made sure to put on that stupid grey hoodie you once said you liked, the one that makes him look especially ‘boyfriend-coded’ which is insane because he is your boyfriend, but whatever, he’s trying to a better man for you.

There he stands in the entryway as your keys jiggle in the lock, heart metaphorically cupped in his hands like an anxious teenager, waiting for the moment your eyes find him after a day at work.

The door swings open with comedic timing.

You enter, still clad in your professional clothes, designer bag hanging from your shoulder. Your gaze performs a quick sweep of the space, a radar searching for something that’s not him.

Somehow, impossibly, you miss the tall international superstar practically vibrating with anticipation directly in your line of sight.

It’s too late; your attention has already locked, with laser-guided precision, onto what is apparently the actual love of your life.

"Bam!" You gasp, the name ripping from your throat with the same intensity usually reserved for reunion scenes in war movies. His dog doesn’t fight it, just wags his tail and pants excitedly when he realizes you’re home.

Just like that, Jungkook experiences the unique displeasure of watching himself become irrelevant.

He stands, a bewildered expression on his face, as you drop your bag, drop your coat, drop your body at Bam’s unsuspecting feet. Within seconds, you've transformed from fashion industry powerhouse to someone talkimg in a baby voice to a dog on his entryway floor. “Oh my god, Look at you, you handsome boy! Did you miss me? I missed you so much, mwah!”

You're now kissing the dog. Not polite little pecks, but full-on, emotionally-invested mouth kisses, as if you've spent your entire day in meetings plotting how to most effectively transfer your affection to this four-legged creature while breaking his owner's heart.

Jungkook watches this betrayal unfold, holding a spatula, like he’s someone who's just realized he's accidentally enrolled in the world's most elaborate third-wheel masterclass.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

He clears his throat once.

Nothing.

He shifts his weight to his other foot.

Still… nothing. No passing glance.

Sprawled on his floor in complete surrender, you’re essentially involved in an impromptu romance with his pet. Jungkook — who has spent the last three hours committing culinary crimes against rice and desperately channeling his mother's cooking spirit — stands frozen.

It’s fine. Completely fine. Absolutely, one hundred percent acceptable.

Except for the tiny detail that he’s mentally drafting adoption papers for Bam.

He clears his throat again, louder this time and pointedly.

Finally, as if emerging from a trance, you glance up. “Hi, baby," You chirp, lips puckering in his direction, clearly expecting him to bridge the gap.

As if he's some lovesick sitcom husband whose entire world revolves around whatever affection you decide to toss his way. (Which…alright. Maybe he is. But acknowledging that would undermine his current position.)

Jungkook stares back at you, arms crossed, mouth pressed into a flat line.

Your eyebrows furrow, lips still suspended mid-pucker. When his statue holds firm, you slowly lower your mouth into a frown.

"...Hello?" You venture from your position on the floor, blinking up at him.

"Hi," He returns.

You narrow your eyes into little slits, hands still rubbing Bam’s head. "Come here."

"No."

"Why?"

"You kissed the dog," He announces petulantly.

You blink again. And then, because you are exactly the kind of woman who built a million-dollar career off smelling blood in the water, you grin.

“Oh my god,” you say, already laughing. “Are you—?”

You dramatically disengage from Bam, remaining on your knees but pressing both hands to your chest in a theatrical gesture. “Are you jealous? Of Bam?"

Jungkook's jaw flexes. He glares at some fascinating invisible point approximately six inches to the left of your head.

“I'm not jealous," He mutters, hands clasped behind his back as he avoids your gaze. (Which is exactly what someone jealous would say.)

"You're jealous of your own dog," You whisper, tone faux sympathy.

You shift your weight back, settling onto your heels, craning your neck to study him like he's a fascinating psychological case study.

Bam, however, is blissfully unaware of his central role in this drama. He wags his tail so hard that his whole butt is moving side to side like a windshield wiper.

"I leave for a couple of hours," you observe with fascination, "and you've already picked a fight with a literal puppy."

"He's not even a puppy anymore," Jungkook snaps back instantly, as if the classification of his ‘competitor’ is somehow the most pressing issue in this standoff.

You gasp, one hand flying to clutch at imaginary pearls. “Oh my god. You're calling him old? You're losing it, Jeon."

"I'm not losing it," He grumbles defensively.

The evidence suggests otherwise.

You rise to your feet slowly and saunter over to him. He stands there, arms still crossed, watching you approach with a suspicious squint.

You stop inches in front of him. Looking up through your lashes with innocence that wouldn't fool a toddler (but still somehow works on global superstars), you deploy your sweetest, most saccharine tone: "Baby," you murmur, "Love of my life."

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers toying with the neckline of his hoodie. The very one he selected for your approval, now weaponized against him.

"Don't tell me you're scared," you whisper with mock concern, eyes wide. "That Bam's gonna steal me away?"

His response surpasses non-verbal communication: silence paired with a scowl.

You grin evilly, and you lean forward until your lips brush against the shell of his ear. “He does have better hair than you," you tease.

Jungkook jerks back like he’s been electrocuted, mouth falling open in outrage.

"I knew it," he declares. "I knew you liked him better!"

Your laughter echoes throughout the whole room. His expression remains fixed in accusation, still treating your interaction with Bam — who has now abandoned you two to roll on his back in blissful oblivion — as a mortal enemy who must be defeated.

You wipe under your eyes dramatically, pulling yourself together with exaggerated effort before tilting your head.

"It's okay, baby," you console with insincerity. "Some men just can't handle the competition."

The scowl on his face deepens.

You nod solemnly, caressing his bicep. "Maybe you should work on your wagging. And your fur. I mean, Bam's coat? Impeccable."

Jungkook's mouth drops open again in shock.

You heave a long-suffering sigh, the sound of someone burdened with the great responsibility of being with a ridiculous man.

“God,” you roll your eyes, stepping into his space and grabbing a fistful of the front of his hoodie. “You’re so dramatic.”

And before he can launch into another argument, you yank him down and press your lips to his. Firm, no-nonsense, entirely fed up, but still soft because, unfortunately, you’re obsessed with him. (But he’s obsessed with you right back.)

He smiles against your lips, the ones that taste like some coconut lip balm you always wear.

Of course, though, he can’t leave it alone. Has to get the last word in, even when his hands are sliding up your sides and his chest is rumbling with happiness.

“You taste like dog,” He mumbles into your mouth and when you pull back to glare at him, he grins wider, looking downright pleased with himself.

masterlist + request

[trampleddoves]

hi! i liked your free use blurb and I was wondering if you'd do it in the reverse where the reader could use spence?

s. r. blurb 3

contents: fem!reader, free use Spencer, slight dom/sub dynamics, MDNI

Dating a nerd who all but worships the ground you walk on has certain perks.

There are the more obvious ones: he does your taxes for fun (and by hand, like the most lovable troglodyte), he takes you to lovely dates that are somehow both exciting and—if you’re being completely honest—ever so slightly boring, he is an absolute gentleman. The type who walks by the street, and would bend down to tie your laces for you. 

Lesser known perks are as follows: he can recite books for you from memory—which comes in handy when you need something soft and soothing to lull you to sleep, he indulges in your little hyperfixations, and, lastly, he’s so completely desperate for you. Enough that a simple brush of your hand on his thigh has him stuttering and turning pink, the slightest pressure on his crotch sends him reeling. Certain clothes are his enemy—you wear red and there’s a tent in his pants. 

It seems only fitting for you to claim his cock whenever you want. He gets hard so quickly, you might as well take advantage of it, right?

Right.

And of course, Spencer Reid—perfect, loving, incredibly intelligent—says yes to being your free use boyfriend. 

Another perk of dating a nerd?

He has nothing else going for him outside of work. Granted, the BAU takes him away from you more often than not, but you simply see that as another opportunity. Just means when he’s back, you’re bouncing on his cock at every opportunity you can.

This weekend is no different. He’s been gone for four days, barely calls—he’s always been so bad at that—but being apart only heightens your need for him. Absence sharpens love after all, or whatever it is Shakespeare said. You’re sure Spencer knows it by heart, something beautiful and poetic, not the clumsy version you can recall. 

So he’s home after four long days, trying to play chess, and you’re splayed on his lap, your back to his chest, grinding your hips in slow, circular motions to relish the feeling of his cock stretching you out and filling you up after being unsatisfied for the past few days. 

He’s moaning. Everytime he reaches over to move a piece, you bounce on his lap to distract him, giggling at the quiver in his fingers when you clench your walls tightly around his pulsing length. You follow his hands, long fingers wrapping around a knight and moving it to take an opponent’s bishop. You start bouncing faster. 

“God, honey,” he groans, accidentally knocking over a pawn in the process.

“Need your safe word?”

“No no, just—I missed you so much.” he whimpers, burying his face into your neck. He begins to buck his hips up, meeting your thrusts.

You pause immediately, hands resting on his thighs. Not that it doesn’t feel good—it does, but the whole point of this is that he continues his activities while you use him. “Did I give you permission to fuck me, Spence?”

“No,” he whines. You smile when he stops moving obediently, face lifting from your neck, “I’m sorry.” He resumes the chess game, moving a rook to take the offensive knight from before.

“Good boy.” you reward him by grinding again, more up and down this time. Leaning back into him, you drag your wet cunt all over his cock, squeezing as you do. Like a good boy, he simply continues his chess game, but you grin triumphantly as his hands tremor even more. With a hum, you bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing quick circles on the swollen nub. “White’s check in three.”

“No way.” he gasps as your pace grows rougher, riding him in quick strokes, “I could have sworn—ah!”

You come undone around him, walls tightening to a nearly painful degree. Soft, breathy gasps leave your lips as you ride him through your climax, going lax and soft in his arms. He sighs, staring dumbly at the chess board in front of him. Understandably needy, but he can’t do much about it right now, that’s not his role. Not unless you give him permission. 

“You’ve been so good, baby,” the words come out a sweet little sigh, full of affection. You crawl off his lap, grinning as he turns his head and follows you with a gaze so full of longing it’s almost pitiful. You hum, settling on the couch beside him. Legs spread, an invitation. “Come and fuck me now, Spence, you deserve it.”

The last, perhaps least known perk of dating a nerd?

They’re amazing at fucking. Or, at least, Spencer Reid is. 

[returnofeternity]

Shauna is a biter, we all know this. So summer comes around a few girls are hanging out by the lake. They look cute and shauna knows her girl is fine but when she sees her in that bikini...this woman is drooling. Also everyone keeps staring when fem r is tanning. It doesn't matter that her suite covers her ass shauna is gonna bite so no one can say her girls single.

you drag her to the lake to wash off because you KNOW she likes being like a dirty little puppy 😑 you have your bikini on under your clothes, both to tease shauna and because you wanna relax by the water with her for a bit before you get in :)

you and shauna kind of just chill and watch the other girls splash and swim, and you can tell she's thinking about the last time she was here and about jackie..... if ur w shauna you have to realize you're second to jackie that's just how it is.

messing with her hand and burying it under the sand while she stares blankly at you (she loves the feeling). talking about what she's gonna cut up for dinner tonight and if she can give you a few extra pieces... you don't feel as bad in the summer/spring because there's plenty of food now. she probably responds with how nat's up her ass and how she'd be put on house arrest again for providing for her girl 😑

then you tell her you're gonna get in the water.

you have fomo from watching the other girls play and because the sun is beating down on you harder and you're getting sweaty... you kiss her cheek (bc she's a sourpuss and won't join you) and tell her you love her before rushing to take off your clothes, and all she can do as you run into the water is stare with her mouth hanging open. you literally ran in slowmo for her 😭 ass jiggling and all that.

she sits up a little straighter in the sand and subtly tries to scoot closer to the water to get a good look lmfao. there's hundreds of scenarios floating through her mind right now. including taking you in public because you look that good. she doesn't know why, but when you look pretty like this, she just gets this huge urge to bite you, to claim you.

shauna who goes nonverbal when her girl looks good. yeap. just staring silently at you as you come out of the water, watching it drip down your chest and legs as she drools. only being able to nod when you ask if she's okay because she looks weird. (she's staring so hard it kinda looks like she's angry 😭). reader using shauna's shirt as a towel to sunbathe on..... she's equally as sweaty as you and took her shirt off a bit ago. but ur sunbathing near the other girls :( she's still just being a perv and watching you, ogling your ass and admiring the curve of your body.. the only thing that breaks her out of it is hearing mari and gen mumble "damn, she's hot." as they walk out of the water together.

her feet are carrying her over to you before she knows it, and her teeth are headed straight for that ass. she bites it. like full-on bites it. not just a playful nibble, she's asserting dominance. and she bites both cheeks. both have very visible bitemarks, and if you hadn't stopped her, she probably would've gone for your neck too, but you were horrified and embarrassed and turned on and had to drag her away.

[inkly-heart]

I'd like to see Fem!Stalker in her emo phase too (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

I could try design that too🌱