#blog formatting

[auroragreenvale]

help from writers!! especially fic/imagine/general fandom ppl :) Where do you get pics/gifs to add to your posts? Also if you have any general formatting types for fics and my blog in general? I want everything thing to be really cute but more importantly easy to navigate/read and I'm open to any tips :) (pretty new to posting on tumblr but ive been on it for years)

thanks <3

[celestial-blade]

somewhat tempted to make a sideblog per fandom instead of jamming up @ms-celestial-blade with so many things, but maybe this is just the autistic urge to categorise everything

[neodymiumcuilz]

SAVE A TWO CHILDREN FROM GAZA 🍉🍉

Hello everyone, Enas ( @enasfamily55 ) has been reaching out to me, asking for help. She needs urgent donations. Don't ignore this post. You can read Enas's story in her words here. But to shorten it, Enas has two children, Mohammed and Hala, both very young. During the genocide, her husband was murdered. Leaving Enas to raise her two children alone. They are left without a father figure, they are left without income or shelter, they are left amidst the pain and destruction alone.

How is Enas supposed to care for her children? How will she provide the necessary healthcare? The food? Water? How will she protect her children from diseases and infections running rampant? How will she prevent malnutrition? How will she raise them in a stable and healthy environment, when all they know is bombing, grief and loss. Every child deserves to live a good childhood, surrounded by love and warmth. They didn't deserve to watch their father die - we as humans should be doing everything in our power to prevent this heartbreak.

Imagine watching as your children suffer, and you are left helpless. Imagine watching your children cry and being unable to soothe them.

Even a small donation - ANY AMOUNT - can greatly help. Any donation can make a difference, just a few dollars can help them eat tonight, or stay warm. If you have money to spend at a coffee shop, you can help them.

9% OF DONATION GOAL RAISED - They are lucky to get 5 donations in a day.

HER PAYPAL HERE.

[haxxydraws]

🍉 Arab.org - Click Daily 🍉 eSims for Gaza 🍉 UNRWA.org 🍉 Gaza Funds 🍉 Vetted fundraiser masterpost 🍉 Commissions for Aid

please consider checking out the above links!

[shouyuus]

psst.. you didn't hear this from me, but competitive 69 with vi

ok bye!!

ride

violet; smutty smut smut, continuation of this drabble; carmech!vi au

vi thinks this might be on her list of top ten things she's ever done in her life -- licking a thick strip up your cunt as you grind down into her mouth, your lips wrapped around her throbbing clit as she works her hips up into you -- it's rough and it's messy and she can't quite breathe for the way you're riding her face in the back seat of her car, your skirt hem hitting just above the bend of your ass, the windows slowly glazing over with condensation.

"f-fuck, sweet girl --" her voice comes out muffled and there's slick washing down her chin, but she doesn't care, her fingers inking themselves into the plump flesh of your cheeks as she works you down over her.

your own pitched moans thrum from your mouth right into her cunt, and vi can't help the way her whole body clenches when she feels you reach forward to hook your middle finger into her pussy.

"g-g'na come f-first? h-hah -- ah --!" your hips jerk almost violently as vi leans up to shove her tongue into your hole, working a thumb along your clit. she moans loud and long, a palm soothing against your thigh as they shake above her.

"mm -- not -- not a chance -- fuck -- shit, ah... that's --" vi's head tips back as she feels you fuck another finger into her, the tip of your tongue working circles around her clit just the way she likes. you pull off with a tiny pop before turning your head and nipping at her inner thigh, making her stomach twist.

"that -- that's not -- fair --" she chokes out as you start to pummel into her cunt with your fingers, laving your tongue along the tender skin of her thigh. she feels you grin half a second before her head drops back at the feeling of your lips back on her, sucking and licking in alternate, making her back arch beneath you.

she yanks your ass back down, if only to sate her own hunger, slake her own thirst -- there's a savage greediness in her, one that can only be satisfied by the taste of you, the sweet, salty tang, mixed with the smell of your skin, something like coconut or vanilla.

she thinks she could get drunk on this taste alone, to the feeling of your body over hers, eating you out, harsh and needy, rucking up into you as you do her -- all the while pulled into a rest stop by the side of the highway, where, if anyone got curious enough about the pristine vintage pontiac double-parked along the far side of the lot, they could come over and see.

"oh -- oh -- please vi -- f-fuck --!" she feels you twitch against her mouth, but the next second, her vision blurs as she feels your teeth skim along her clit.

"holy fuck --!"

her orgasm punches through her with no warning, her whole body going rigid beneath you as she cums against your mouth and you lick her through it, slow languid licks till she's jerking, hissing out, patting your ass --

"fuck fuck -- fuck wait -- stop -- it's t-too -- too much --"

she feels you giggle more so than she hears it, feels the vibration against her chest as you wiggle your butt in her face before pulling away. a second later, you're grinning down at her, your face an absolute mess, your lips and chin smeared in her cum, the round of your cheeks dark with color.

vi lets out a helpless laugh, reaching up to brush away a few errant strands of hair, her eyes going soft as she tugs you down for a long kiss. she groans at the taste of herself on your tongue, smiling at the way you whine, sinking into her embrace.

"yeah? like the way we taste in each other's mouths, princess?"

you bury your face in her neck, mumbling something, fingers curling in the front of her shirt. vi chuckles, shaking her head.

"how's that the thing that gets you, but you're perfectly okay to competatively sixty-nine on the side of the road?"

"i-i don't know! it's just -- it's different," you say, your face still tucked into her shoulder. she runs a hand along your spine, soothing down our back till you finally pull back to look at her.

"well..." vi sighs, cupping your cheek, "you did win fair and square..."

you smile is summer-sun-bright.

"yep! so... i get to be passenger princess for the rest of the trip!" you chirrup, only to yelp as vi yanks you back down.

"yeah, yeah... but --" vi digs her fingers into the back of your neck, revels in the way your lashes flutter at the pressure, "you didn't get to cum yet."

the change is immediate, your eyes going wide, going dark, another delicious wash of color kissing into your cheeks, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

"b-but the competition --" you stutter.

vi leans up to kiss you, groaning into your mouth.

"right... i came first but... we never said the loser couldn't cum too, right? now get up here --" she lays back, inching down till she's flat on the back seat again, "and take a seat."

she smirks, gesturing to her face.

you crinkle your nose and stare at her for a second before scrambling up. vi puffs out a laugh against your thigh, giving you a sweet kiss before tugging you to sit down proper. you gasp, a hand coming up to steady yourself against the fogged up window-pane.

as you keen above her, vi thinks that yeah, even if this isn't one of the top ten best things she's ever done in her life, at the very least, it'll be one of the best long-haul rides she's ever taken.

[sciderman]

well - webtoons is over, gang

[graelmir]

i really want to make my blog look like the homestuck site but i have like no idea how to do it if anyone has some tips i would love to hear them

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[fixing-bad-posts]

commit to all fucking action for the fucking masses

[rennerei]

hello tumblr ~ I haven't posted here in 6 years, and for 6 years I've been thinking "awman I miss tumblr..." today I had the genius realization that I could just. come back. literally nothing's stopping me lol

so yeah, hi !! what have I been up to you ask? drawing OCs, drawing fanart, working on super cool stuff I can't talk about, same old maren :D

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[clumsypuppy]

someone left me a comment asking abt my pokeask days so....... i drew my old muses ^_^

[out-on-the-road]

Jemez Soda Dam

[apparently-artless]

dungeon meshi e16: stone-baked cockatrice chicken and egg with sauce

[unbear-ably]

POV: You're Gwen Stacy and it's maintenance day 1. SHIRT | SHORTS | BAG | SHOES 2. SHIRT | SHORTS | BAG | SHOES 3. SHIRT | SHORTS | BAG | SHOES Thank you to all the cc creators: @tauvesims, @simstefani, @yuyulie, @cocogames, @fukkiemon, @casanovasims, @merchsims, @helen-max

[3liza]

i can't tell yet if Look Outside is going to blow up in an irritating way like Mouthwashing did, but if you're planning to play/watch it, but you get overexposure aggression like I do, I would probably give it a shot now rather than wait. it has a lot of elements that could potentially turn it into a really obnoxious fandom which is going to spoil/taint the text for you, and I don't have a good sense yet of which way the wind is blowing.

i don't know why I like it so much. normally you would have to make me watch a jrpg/rpgmaker with a gun to my head. I'm still sorting through my thoughts on it. the art style reminds me so much of Larry Gonick's work, just genuinely classic cartooning in the academic sense