#but ty for sending this in!!

[tethered-heartstrings]

[shrimparts-blog888]

This meme but Darling/Apple coded. 👑🗡

BUAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THISSSS 😭✨

[serpercival]

mash + text posts (5)

[nyancrimew]

So people once were calling me a terf, persecuting me just because I held some different opinion. After taking a break from social media, I've did some thinking, and I've came to accept this label as a part of who I am. I identify, inside and out, within the fibers if my soul, as a terf, and anyone who objects to this is being criticalphobic. After a while though, being so enshrined with terfness started exposing to me the many issues and hypocrisies terfs have, which I started rejecting. I just remembered I left my pizza in the oven, its burning uh

Eventually I realized that by rejecting trans people from society, I was arbitrarily drawing a line between what a person participating in society could be, completely discounting all the possible ways our biology I've so long revered could betray the labels our ancestors placed on ourselves. I stopped excluding trans people and started exclusively rejecting normal feminists, making me a ferf, until I walked outside and accidently talked to a guy and found they were normal. With no one familiar to belong to, I gave in and joined feminists and became a rfet.

Anyways do you want to hear about the time I almost drowned in a public water fountain

and the oscar for "best supporting anonymous bait" goes to....... whatever the fuck this is

[inkskinned]

the car broke down by the denny's where you used to work and therefore could never return to. i am trying to pick out the satisfying parts of my life, one-by-one, like i am 12 and in a frog dissection. everything in my life all viscera and formaldehyde. if i can sort the good things from the bad things, i will have a nice clean pile.

i call you and make it sound like i am happy and hangin' in there! when really i am kicking a rock and i am outside without a jacket and i am so in love with you it makes the little bones in my ear shake. someone called my tinnitus an angel choir. i like that it means i carry the echo of every concert.

this isn't the right setting for love. this is a roadside, and a denny's, and i am nauseous and ashamed i never escaped the town where i grew up. the clouds here are this strange yellow, like spilled sour milk. "someone once told me that the orange coating on the teeth of a beaver is due to the particularly high rate of iron in their enamel," i tell you. "the beaver is the largest rodent native to north america."

your voice is crackly on the other end. i'm going into a garage soon, i might lose you.

what i should be doing is calling the tow truck and explaining that my brother's car (that i'm borrowing) (that i broke now, i guess) needs to be lifted by another, bigger, stronger car (which is love too, i guess).

i shouldn't say so much. i should wait, and let you ask about my mom, and ask if i ever got over that cold, or how it's going at work. i should let you lead the conversation, for once, so the love doesn't leak out of me into the gravel. i open my mouth anyway. "if you had to choose between being a beaver with very few trees or being a tree around a bunch of beavers, which would it be?"

i don't know. your voice always has this warm cast to it when you talk to me, but maybe i am just imagining that - i am a poet, though, so i imagine things sort of chronically. through the static, you sound like you're laughing. are you the beaver?

i know, like, logically, not to fall in love with a girl-that-is-your-best-friend. like, who would i even call if we broke up? you're my best friend, you're the person i'd want to speak to. so what if these last few months we keep sleeping over at each other's houses, calling each other for hours, sending each other poems. so what if you keep wrapping your fingers into mine. no best friends. that is the first rule. what you are supposed to do in that situation is leave the situation.

but my car broke down, so. where exactly am i going to go? the car is a very-old chevvy and also where i almost-but-not-quite kissed you after you'd raised one shoulder and looked up at me and said i don't know, i think i'm straight, but for the right person - i'd try anything. the music had been good and it had been raining and your thick eyelashes had made me feel god crawling up my throat like a spider. and i didn't kiss you, because i am a coward.

anyway on the chevy the whole exhaust pipe fell out, and is now scraping on the ground like one silver finger stroking the back of the highway. recently we were watching netflix in my bed and you pushed my hair back from my face like you were making the slowest, most desperate prayer, and then your boyfriend called. i remember us both jumping. i couldn't look at you in the eyes for like a week after. i kept feeling the heat of your fingerprint; computer science, you'd unlocked something dark in me.

google says the closest tow (joe's pick up) is 50 minutes away and also closed permanently. so that's not great. you live in another state and i should be calling my insurance company. i should be calling anybody else. this is not helping. i need an uber. i need to get moving. instead i say: "i need three words for a poem."

yesterday i said love you, goodnight after our 2 hour call like always and then you just, like. paused. all i could hear was your breathing. and then you'd said what a pretty three-word poem. i love you too, sweet thing. the words made my tinnitus act up again, and i must have some kind of synesthesia, because the sound travelled into my mind until it became the shape wedding rings.

orange, you say. the static is now chewing through most of your words and i only catch - borrowing the chevy -

the call dies. i have 12% battery. i never get the 3rd word, but i know you're still going to get a poem from me. actually this rest stop is kind of pretty, and so is the exhaust pipe, and so is joe's pick up, and so are the clouds. the light here is the color of a glue trap. before you worked at the denny's, we used to get milkshakes every wednesday and called it a friend date. you said you'd wanted to work there because it reminded you of me.

the sign's gone dim. the letters now spell out deny. and isn't that something.

[lucy-stone]

Hi your fanart is good I enjoy it a normal amount

*walks away with suspiciously art work shaped body*

TYYYY you made my week! Everyone has been so awesome and supportive since I started overcoming my anxiety and posting more. I am forever grateful 🧎🏾🙏🏽🩷

More fanart is on the way!

[911onabcbts]

🚨🚨: Brand new still posted by Tim on his facebook! (unsure of episode)

[shepscapades]

This file is named “Destruction BREAKDOWN” because of me. It’s me. I’m having the breakdown

[potato-lord-but-not]

Give malam 4c hair NOW 💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥 pretty please

YES SIR

[pup-pee]

I RAN OUIT OF TIME PLS,,happy day 2 tho!!!!

Day 2: Superman / Cadmus @90skonweek

also i doodle sketches during work so im posting them as well bc fun

[nosinsnolights]

Heavily referenced from this, but I really wanted to see Akechi in that suit

[linoguy]

skz smileys

[tethered-heartstrings]

[cosmicwavelengths]

aauggueehhh i jus read your bucky one where you’re grinding on his abs and you said another part but on his biceps and now i cant stop thinking about holding onto his arm when we’re watching a movie or something but his hand is pressed to my inner thigh just because before i start grinding on his hand and he jus lets me because- auaghughuhh im insane thanks for that

oh my god, yes! and when you grind on him, he flexes his arm a bit and causes the plates to shift like this

maybe it would go a little like this.... (minors, dni! - 18+) "you're just obsessed, aren't ya?" you flush bashfully, not expecting bucky to have picked up on your fascination. the movie had been playing for the past half hour or so, but you'd be lying to yourself if you didn't say that bucky's arms were more interesting to you than whatever is happening on screen.

together, you had assumed your normal cuddling position on the couch, one that allows you to absentmindedly stroke your fingers over his arm. you were captivated by the way the metal plates shift when he tenses up his shoulder, how they seem to ebb and flow like ocean waves. during quieter parts of the film, you could hear the electronic whirring inside of the vibranium casing. you admire how the dark color plates are highlighted with gold between the insets. bucky's hand slides down to your bare inner thigh, the cool metal sending a shiver to your core. "i bet you'd rather grind over them instead of my cock, huh?" he teases, tightening his grip. you squirm under his strong hand, which keeps you in place. it's insane how well he knows you, how well he can read your body for what you really wanted. he moves his hand under your shorts and panties, making you whine out from the contact. grazing his vibranium fingers up and down your weeping slit, your eyes roll into the back of your head. his digits just barely tease the entrance of your cunt before it starts fluttering.

he shifts to face you fully, bringing his metal hand up to the bottom of your chin. gently tilting your head upwards, he asks, "is that what you want?" it wasn't long before you were on him, writhing your hips over his plated arm. your eyes are shut at the feeling of him flexing his bicep, causing the vibranium plates to shift and massage your clit. your wetness spreads over the peak of his muscle, making it easier to slide over him. it feels like a goddamn dream, and you weren't sure how long you were going to last. "f-fuck! bucky, please?" "keep going f’me, make a mess all over my arm. use me, doll," and at his words, he flexes again, forcing an orgasm from you. you throw your head back with a loud moan as you feel your arousal drip out onto his arm, the pulsating plates helping you ride out your high before you collapse onto him, breathless.

bucky pulls you into his form, wrapping his arms around you tightly as you continue to shudder. smelling the faint scent of your arousal on his arm, he sighs and buries his head into your neck. “felt good, sweetheart?”

taking his flesh hand, he drags a digit through the arousal you left on his arm and pops it in his mouth to taste.

“delicious.”

[hinamie]

hhmmmmm uh im dusting the cobwebs off my brain trying 2 come up w something interestinf uhh.......anything non spoiler-y you can discuss w regards to geto in the atla au perchance?

hi rin !!!!! tysm fr sending i hope u r doing well <3

atla geto lore fr u courtesy of sam:

he's a waterbender from the northern water tribe. he can bloodbend but finds it distasteful

he gave gojo the betrothal necklace/proposed to him when they were 20 (all of the adult characters are aged up in the fic vs jjk canon ages)

all of his decisions are driven by a desire to lighten the burden placed on gojo's shoulders

aaaaand atla geto draws fr u courtesy of Me :3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[homielander]

ohhh antony is carrying the show on his back 😭 https://x.com/screenrant/status/1805265919741989352?s=46

i don't want to discredit the work that writers do, especially in laying the groundwork for a character like homelander and crafting a compelling arc for him with every new season. and i'm sure they were very involved in the making of ep 4 as well, despite kripke generously giving credit where it's due here. however...

it is nice to know that antony starr has not only elevated the character with a superb performance but also made some pretty valuable contributions to the script :) obviously i'm biased but i think he is the standout of every episode. i'm throwing emmys at him