#full thread is linked to

[sun-citadel]

Y'all i just unearthed some lost Mega Man Zero media on accident and the source is currently being hunted for

Check here for source !

[anthrophobixx]

Whimsical

(click the image for higher quality yay)

[monstrsball]

ok yeah i'm thinking about these quotes from the monster generation interview again. do you understand how much this means to me... kageyama still uses the autograph suga wrote for him...

[death-rebirth-senshi]

"How did the youth get so tech illiterate"

Me, 30, a square, barely knows how to pirate stuff:

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

So~... out of curiosity, i dug in my drafts after managing a few replies for the queue, just to see how much stuff i still owe-- and the totals are--

Waiting asks: 24~ (give or take 1, plus a pair that i didn't count because i'm likely gonna delete them-- because they're from memes i just don't have muse for now--)

Other waiting replies: 31 (+1 dash comm)

Jeebus Christ--

[ebdanon]

physically clenching my jaw to avoid reblogging 911 gracie edits so i dont spoil stuff for quinn

[bust3r]

Pigs and Wishing You Were Still in a Blanket // Taster

@taranthewanderer​

Never in Buster’s life had he been a morning person. Not when he was mundus, and certainly not as a werewolf. Something about the nighttime just called to him, keeping him awake well into the a.m. And yet, somehow, he found himself in the Blue Oven Bakery at an ungodly hour, squinting up at the menu board. His mind was so fuzzy, still half asleep, it felt like his brain was lagging. Like an old school computer. Dial-up sounds and all. 

When the person behind the counter motioned him forward, he sighed and glanced to the person nearest him, as if they could save him from this predicament. (...Was that a pig with them? Or was he dreaming for real? He shook his head, turning back to the counter.) “I want an Americano, and... Whatever they’re having.” He motioned to the kid (and their pig?) “Two of whatever they just ordered.”

Buster placed his card in to pay before leaning over to the person and their pet(?), “What is that anyway?” He asked, voice low and full of sleep. “It smells good.”

[imjustanauthor]

New Character

Charles Lazarus

Detective OC. Once a rising star at Scotland Yard, after getting caught up in a tragic accident he was relegated to working on only old, unsolved cases.

Character Info

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Charles Lazarus, Detective Inspector working unsolved crimes. Based on various detective tropes and ideas borrowed from numerous detective shows (notably Touching Evil)

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Full Name: Charles (Charlie) James Lazarus Title: Mr Age: 35 Birthday: 4th March, 1987 Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Religion: Lapsed Catholic Nationality: British (English) Accent: Yorkshire Location: London, UK Occupation: Detective Inspector, Scotland Yard Faceclaim: Dan Stevens

Relationships

Parents: Richard and Lucy Lazarus Siblings: Daisy Lazarus (38) Significant Other(s): Amy Hawking (divorced, 2018), Julia Lawson (deceased, 2021) Children: Matilda (Tilly) Lazarus (born 2016) Pets: None

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Blue Hair Color(s): Blond Height: 6'0" Notable Physical Traits: A scar on his left forehead

Other

Fears(s): Someone harming those he cares about, especially his daughter Mental Disorder(s): None Physical Disorder(s): Brain damage

Biography

There was a point when Charlie was one of Scotland Yard’s most promising young detectives. He had it all: charm, talent, a great conviction rate. Sure, his wife had divorced him a few years ago having grown fed up with his constant long nights at work, but he maintained a good relationship with her and, more importantly, his daughter. He even had a new relationship - a secret one with his superior officer, DCI Julia Lawson. Charlie was going places - or, at least, he was until the incident.

While attempting to apprehend a suspect, he and DCI Lawson were ambushed. Somewhere along the line, some intelligence had been missed and nobody had been informed that the suspect was potentially armed. Charlie doesn’t remember anything of the events that occurred, but the doctors later inform him that he had been shot in the head. He had survived. Julia, however, hadn’t been so lucky - the bullet travelling through her before it reached him.

The road to recovery was a long one. A bullet to the brain was a serious matter and, unsurprisingly, Charlie hadn’t managed to escape without any lasting damage. Eventually, though, he got to the point where he could work again. Scotland Yard were hesitant about letting him back in - they could see the effects of the incident on him, everybody could - but they did relent in the end. Charlie returned to the office but, in order to keep him out of the way and, more importantly, out of trouble, he was only to be given old, unsolved crimes to investigate.

Due to the damage to the brain, Charlie experiences the following effects:

+ Poor planning/organisation + Impaired judgment + Low attention span, easily distracted + Impulsive or risky behaviour + Lack of inhibition + Difficulty controlling emotions + Persistence with one behaviour, way of thinking, or set of rules +Working memory issues

He has been offered therapy for these problems but, as is typical of so many in his field, he refuses to engage with it properly. Instead, he insists that he can manage on his own - and, to some extent, he can. While he certainly isn’t getting any better, he’s slowly finding ways to work around his problems. For example, he writes down everything that he may need to remember later - not just at work, but in his personal life too.

Luckily, his personality didn’t change too much after the incident. Most of the time, he’s still charming and he’s still easy to get on with. However, he is prone to mood swings from time to time. It’s something he tries his best to control, but it does get the better of him sometimes. Another issue he’s noticed that he’s developed is apathy, specifically in regard to his own self-preservation. He’s become dangerously quick to jump into fights or risk his life in the line of duty.

Charlie still has a good relationship with his ex-wife. She has moved on and remarried, but they remain friendly. Naturally, Amy is concerned about him. She worries about his safety, and she worries about her daughter’s safety when she is with him. For a long time, she refused to let him see Tilly without her, or her husband, there to supervise. Charlie did understand why this was but that didn’t start him from arguing with her about it multiple times. Eventually, Amy agreed to let him have some unsupervised contact providing that he tell her exactly where they’re going and what they plan on doing.

Tilly loves her dad, and Charlie loves her too. She’s the best thing in his life and he wants to do the best he can for her. However, he does worry that she might get hurt. Since the incident, he’s become more concerned about the possibility of those around him being harmed. That just motivates him to do better at his job, though. He wants to make the world safer for his daughter, and anybody getting in the way of that better be ready for a fight.

For now, he plans on staying on as a detective. Charlie knows that things will never be the same as they were before the incident, but he hopes that, with time, they can maybe become similar again.

Verses

Post Incident (Main): Anything after Charlie is shot  Pre-Incident: Anything before Charlie is shot Bodyguard AU: Scotland Yard refuses to allow Charlie to return. Instead, he finds work in private security

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, vīrgin gojo, established relationship, doggy, whiny gojo, premature ejac, mdni.

loserboy gojo who’s so confident to fuck you stupid once you give him a chance but folds the moment he goes inside raw for the first time.

he blabbers and blabbers to you on a daily of how there’s over ten thousand nerves in the clit, how he’s just so ‘good with his fingers’ and even brags at how his good his strokes are.

but the moment he’s leisurely delving his cock into your sopping walls, ogling at how easy his blushing pink tip disappears onside you, he grunts. so warm, you’ve got the stretch that’s so gripping that it practically gives him whiplash. “ngh, such a pretty girl, thaaaat’s it,” a single breath rips from his windpipe, combing a few fingers against the fat edges of your ass. you moan, instinctively wriggling your hips against his pelvis and he hisses. “fuck, fuck baby, godddd.”

and already, he’s a mess.

naturally sheeny slick lips rub against each other as he digs his slender fingers, slender fingertips into the soft parts of your flesh. gojo’s shaking, he’s never felt it from the inside, he’s shaking so much that it’s almost mouthwatering. a swirling pool of saliva starts to fill inside his mouth as he’s gradually trying to make a thorough piston of his hips. “s- satoru, harder,” you moan, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you almost immediately.

as he’s deepening himself inside, he shudders.

by now, his eyes become droopy.

gojo stares at your body, perfectly arched and hunched over.

as you’re in such a lewd position of doggy, a plump, sweaty thumb of his traces against the curvature of your body.

“s- sooo pretty,” he coos out, and he’s feeling the crazed repetitive throb on his tip accelerate. each second he spends inside, trying to give you every inch, he’s about to lose it. he’s panting, huffing out short breaths as the squelches of your cunt makes him ten times harder. once his hips finally start, he yanks onto the back of your shirt. the fabric makes a shrilling riiiip and you could hear it tearing a bit from his feral grip. “ugh, ‘s warm inside baby, ‘m not gonna last.”

and he doesn’t last—

all that talk about fucking you stupid, making you moan his name, and he’s the one babbling yours.

lengthy snowy lashes squeeze themselves tight as he’s barely even giving you any pumps. he’s practically humping your cunt like a pillow, trying to memorize specific positions from this one thread he’s read. a thread that had a title of ‘how to fuck a girl right, no clickbait.’

and of course, with a smug conceited grin, satoru clicks the link, jotting down everything in his notes.

he was gonna be the best you’ve had.

yet, the moment he’s stuffed inside your sloppy pussy, he could barely last a few seconds. because as his breaths continue to grow raspier and raspier, he’s already cumming.

it shoots out quick— it’s hot, velvet ropes pour inside between your folds as he’s trying to reel you back against him.

clashing, rutting hips that come to a brief halt once he realizes he came too quick. pretty lips curl into a surprised ‘o’ and his husky grunt makes your own cunt pulsate. his hits against you was sloppy, rhythm barely able to keep up a pace. you’re on all fours, feeling his entire cock from his flustered crown plug you in until you feel his body rumbling against you.

“o- oh, fuck fuuuckkk,” he whimpers, trying to thrust some more but he’s already finished.

out of all the enemies he’s fought, gojo satoru was never no match for your sweet, sweet cunt.

the real villain,

he’s feeling himself dump into you raw and he can feel droplets of drool dribble down his chin.

it’s so tepid inside, sweltering your gummy walls up to your womb with his sticky, oozing cum. you moan, raising your ass up as he’s still got clammy fingertips burying into the depths of your skin.

you’ve got him drooling for more, heaving heavy pants exiting from his full lungs and his bottom lip quivers. he watches with docile, blown irises at the way your pussy sucks it up.

he’s dimwitted, witnessing as a pretty milky, translucent form around his weighty base. his tip was a reddened pink, and the thought of pulling out only makes him whimper. he’s addicted, and more importantly, he’s whipped.

a bundle of slender fingers wisp near your runny, full pussy before he swipes a thumb across, getting a taste himself.

“y- you taste so sweet with my cum,” he hiccups, hissing almost immediately after you teasingly jerk your hips back against him. “ngh, baby. wish you could see this mess. ‘s sloppy ‘n so pretty,” and he’s still buried deep, to the very hilt before slowly pulling out.

the moment gojo does, your folds gradually emits out his seed and it’s so sexy.

the way his sloppy seed bubbles out, he licks his lips, a feral look burning against his pupils for more. more of you.

he could watch this view all day — you’re curling up your toes in blissful rapture as you feel his bright, blue eyes burn into your backside. “god, ‘s gonna spill out. hold on, baby.”

“s- satoru,” you whine, and that’s when you heard a bit of shuffling. without even thinking, he gets down and flicks his tongue against your soddened cunt, lapping up the bitterly sweet taste of his own cum. he moans against your entrance, burring low grunts vibrate against your clit before his faint sucks turn into filthy slurps. “mh, good boy, ‘toru. jus’ like that.”

and he feels his flaccid dick twitch at your praise. gojo reaches down toward his twitching shaft, a big hand wrapping around it before stroking it off to your sweet, melodic voice. “again,” he whines, his rickety hips now humping against the thick cloudy bedsheets. as his nose brushes up against your pussy, he continues to drink you clean, swirling the tip of his feverish pink tongue against the mess he created.

“call me a good boy, w- wanna be your good boy, baby.”

[wildwandaa]

Rio Grande do Sul is currently going through extreme flooding and the government is basically doing nothing about it.

Link to full thread with more information

Link to donations

[randys-ranch]

i am not a large popular blogger, nor do i have any big posts, i only reblog donations links and awareness posts.

these blogs appear to find people from the notes from big posts, they have no blog history and they always seem to have photos or whatever but its pretty easy to steal from actual people in need.

these are scams, dont feel bad when you are contacted by one of these blogs that have basically nothing on them-most likely just made to profit off of the tragedy going on in Gaza and Palestine as a whole.

[cocksley-and-catapult]

resources for palestine

resources for palestine (2)

operation olive branch, a spreadsheet full of families trying to escape rafah, in case you can donate

twitter thread of fundraisers for palestine

daily click for palestine

info post about sudan

twitter thread about sudan

twitter post for the DRC

friends of the congo, a list of helpful actions you can take for the DRC

post of donation links for the DRC

[crushmeeren]

omg but imagine secretly giving the mha boys aphrodisiac chocolate and seeing how they react..

No but you’re RIGHT…. ( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭

𝛏 Master List Link 𝛏

Katsuki would stare at you with narrowed eyes when you hold your hand out and offer the piece of chocolate to him, your gaze wide and innocent until he pops the candy in his mouth.

Katsuki would be in a meeting not too long after, jaw clenched and teeth creaking when his uniform pants get too fucking snug for no reason. His cheeks will flush bubblegum pink, biting the head off of some hero he can’t remember the name of when asked what’s wrong.

Why the fuck can he only picture you face down and ass up in the air?

Why does he have to sink his nails into his thighs to hang onto his last thread of self control and restrain himself from palming his stiff cock when he thinks of your pussy split open for him?

Why the hell is sweat running down his temples and along his jaw like a goddamn river??

He doesn’t know.

What he is certain of, is his plan to tackle you to the bed as soon as he gets home. To cum the second he slides his achy cock inside your tight pussy, and then to fuck you until neither of you can stand to climax one more time.

Eijirou would happily accept the chocolate, humming in delight once he begins chewing.

Eijirou would then be relaxing with you on the couch, using every ounce of willpower to concentrate on the movie you’re watching together. His cheeks would turn as scarlet as his hair and he’d try to hide his face with the loose strands when you glance at him.

He’d squeak out that’s he’s fine when you ask if he’s feeling feverish. He’ll clumsily cover his cock with large hands, knees knocking into one another when he tries to close his legs.

Eijirou would whimper in your ear “fuck, I’m sorry baby, I need your pussy. I can’t stop myself,” as he gives in to the heat churning in his belly and bends you over the armrest of your couch to fuck you like a dog.

You’ll babble and gasp it’s okay, crying out his name when he makes you orgasm for what feels like the hundredth time — only for his dick to remain hot and full after he’s already cum inside you so much that you’re sure you’re going to get pregnant.

Shouto would take a bit more convincing. He doesn’t ordinarily eat chocolate, but he’s willing to try it if you’re the one presenting it to him.

Shouto would be leisurely walking alongside you in the grocery store, occasionally making noises of agreement as you tell him about your day.

Shouto would suddenly freeze mid stride, becoming rigid in the middle of the aisle. He’ll blink owlish eyes at you several times when you turn back to question what he’s doing.

You’ll snap your fingers to get his attention when he starts to stare at the swell of your tits for way too long instead of listening to you, cheeks filling out with a blush when he meets your gaze.

The next thing you know, your half full grocery cart is abandoned in the aisle and you’re yanked by the wrist back to your car in the parking lot.

Shouto would mutter breathlessly “sorry baby, I can’t seem to control myself,” when he gets your pants off, leaving the material to dangle from one ankle before tugging you down to straddle his lap in the backseat.

He’ll unbutton his pants and shove them down far enough to free himself, not bothering with your panties and sliding them to the side as he sits you down on his cock and let’s out a low moan.

Shouto will match your every move, thrusting upwards harshly each time you sit down. He won’t give a single fuck if someone walks past the car, he just knows he needs your pussy to keep swallowing his cock until the insatiable burn in his lower belly subsides.

It takes…awhile.

[clonehub]

SAG officially considers cosplays of current/past media as crossing the picket line as it can be seen as supporting the studios they're currently striking against.

(link is to a series of tweets, which include the original poster of the screenshot directly asking SAG-AFTRA what the rules are for paid/influencer cosplayers who want to support the strike)

EDIT 2 (first edit in tags): the tweet in the OP has been deleted, so I'll be shutting down reblogs on this post just so people don't take the link as a solid source when it no longer exists. For context, the original link was from a content creator who'd emailed SAG-AFTRA about guidance surrounding promos, contracts, and influencers. The response from SAG-Aftra likely wasn't 100% detailed because things were still being figured out. As for more detailed questions such as what counts as an influencer and other really specific questions I've seen in the tags, that's not something I know. Maybe emailing SAG-AFTRA themselves will help, although I can't be sure.

If the original email or the FAQ were confusing to you, it's likely that it's because both were phrased in a way that would be understandable to people who'd be likely to scab, ie influencers under specific circumstances. It's not really geared toward the lay person (which is what the FAQ will make clear by their frequent use of "influencer").

Again, the notes (and frankly the original link itself) have some that this is about influencers specifically. I missed that keyword in the OP (typo). I need people to stop acting like I'm willfully fearmongering and spreading misinformation. I read the full thread. I read the entire FAQ. It's on you if you do neither. At the time of my reading the thread, the FAQ either hadn't been released yet or had just come out. I also need people to stop bringing up Neil Gaiman's Tumblr post when SAG-AFTRA has their own Official FAQ on their strike site.

For the FAQ, it's here. It's about influencers, both union and non-union. Iirc the non-union FAQ has some ways to help that non-influencers can also engage in, like using a hashtag or generally raising awareness.

If you have any questions, please please please direct them to official members of SAG-AFTRA. Email Fran Drescher herself if you somehow can. Regardless, support the WGA SAG-AFTRA strike.

[pearwaldorf]

I hate that you can't see a tweet thread anymore if you're not logged into Twitter (as a gesture of disrespect I refuse to call it by its rebranded name). Here is a copypasta of a thread from Dan Olson, a Canadian documentary filmmaker, expanding upon camera quality, the guilt trips Somerton used to goose his Patreon subscriptions, and how the best tools will never make up for lack of dedication or patience. I have added clarifications in [[double brackets]] where I feel it is necessary.

START OF THREAD

Okay, so, back in April I snapped at James in reply to a tweet that was linking to this video (which James has since delisted but not deleted) and I want to talk about the full context of that but I don't want to make a video, put your beatdown memes away. [[The video has since been deleted. I can see the title of the video is "Maybe the end (not an April Fool's Day thing".]]

The first bit of context is that I initially got keyed into James to fact-check his claims about indie filmmaking in Canada. As a filmmaker the entire Telos venture was immediately obvious as a juvenile fantasy dreamed up by someone with no idea how to make a movie.

Just wild claims about their plans that weren't worth debunking because they bordered Not Even Wrong. But in watching one of these pitch videos I noticed that he had a $4000 current-gen camera in the background as a prop, and that seemed both pretentious and weird.

You don't use your best camera as a prop, you use your second best camera as a prop. So being an obsessive weirdo I needed to know, and I watched his BTS stuff until I spotted his main rig, a $6000 camera with about $1000 in accessories.

Now, these in isolation are unremarkable because his Patreon at the time was bringing in ~$8000 per month, his channel was a full on Business business, and so investing in some professional equipment of that level is maybe a bit indulgent but justifiable.

What was weird is that he doesn't shoot multi-cam, doesn't shoot outdoors, doesn't shoot on location, and in a studio the two cameras kinda really step on each others' toes. Basically if you already have one and don't need a B cam there's no reason to get the other.

Again, on its own, this says nothing, it's just indicative of poor financial decisions, maybe impulsive purchasing, Gear Acquisition Syndrome. Biblical sins, but not crimes.

Paired with the constantly inflating fantasy scope of the Telos films it was clearly an expression of a very, very common bad filmmaker habit of "if I just get the right gear then my movie will basically make itself" Buying stuff because it feels like progress.

At the end of February he tweets "I want to start shooting anamorphic" and then three weeks later in March he posts the worst, out of focus, under-exposed "I just got a new lens!" video I've ever seen, showing off his trash-covered bedroom.

Based on what's available for his cameras and the lead time, that's enough time to get a Laowa Nanomorph or Sirui Saturn from B&H but not enough time to get a Great Joy from the UK or a Vazen from China. And with the flaring blah blah blah, $1300 lens.

Again, [gear acquisition syndrome] is not a crime and these lenses are budget options. Bit of a pointless impulse purchase since he only used it for the Showgirls video. But this is what he was doing just a few weeks before that above video came out: effortlessly impulse purchasing lenses.

James has (had?) a habit of regularly, aggressively driving viewers to Patreon by claiming that videos were getting demonetized. While tacky, it is something a lot of queer YouTubers have dealt with, so there's precedent there. But people were noticing he did it a lot.

Mid-March he humble brags about needing to work so hard to make 6 videos in April because he has over-booked sponsorships.

Then March 29th James posts this whole incel screed on Twitter about how sex work should be "subsidized as a mental health service."

[two image descriptions.

1. "For the majority of people sex (and human contact) can be imperative to a healthy state of mind. A kind and talented sex worker can make someone feel wanted for the first time in their life. I know sex workers who have pulled people back from suicide just by being there for them." 2. "Not only should (sex work) be legal, but it should be subsidized as a mental health service."]

He spends several days getting absolutely *roasted* for this, just dragged across the pavement and read for filth, and doubles down in the replies the whole way.

So this is the context immediately surrounding James waking up on Friday, and posts the above video and the below tweet.

[image description: "We just got the lowest Patreon payout we've gotten in well over a year. Like, a "maybe we need to rethink things" kind of amount... NOT an April Fools Day thing btw. But I don't know if we'll be making videos much longer."]

Now, this unfolds in kinda two directions. The first is that I'm convinced he was just lying about this income shock in the first place.

There's a million theoretical edge cases about what maybe happened and if maybe he just misunderstood the data or saw a glitch and panicked, maybe one of those happened, I don't believe it, I think he just lied because he was salty about getting dragged and felt owed a win.

A big tell to me is that he doesn't blame Patreon. He says he doesn't know what happened, but let's be real, Patreon screws up all the time, they're the first people anyone blames if anything confusing happens, just as a reflex action, even if it's completely not their fault.

The only reason to not blame Patreon is if you already know that it's not their fault and that any investigation on their part might reveal embarrassing details.

Instead he indirectly blames his viewers for not watching enough, not sharing enough, and not turning on auto-renew.

So regardless of the unknowable truth, this segues into the second, far more offensive direction of the messaging itself. "I don't know if we'll be making videos much longer." "Maybe the end" He explicitly framed this as an immediate existential threat to his channel.

In the video he is vague about everything, leaves a ton of hazy room for plausible deniability on how long the channel can keep going, but the messaging is "I need more patrons right this minute or my YouTube channel is over."

He repeatedly evokes all the "fun stuff" they had planned that would never see the light of day if this didn't turn around right away.

And his audience received this message loud and clear. Tons of people making far, far, far less than him left very heartfelt messages about digging a little deeper to subscribe or up their pledge or unsubscribe from other channels to move their pledge to his.

1200 new patrons in one day.

Since I simply don't believe the income shock was real in the first place that would put his post-"Maybe the end" Patreon income at around $10,000 per month. US. Add YouTube income, he's spent the last seven months making around $18,000 per month.

I have seen creators scale back their capabilities to the bone purely to keep making videos for the love of just, like, making stuff even as their funding evaporated and they needed to go back to a desk job to cover their bills.

You'd have to be so outstandingly reckless with your finances as a channel that a one month spook leads immediately to "channel over, sorry about all the fun stuff we won't get to do with you, our patrons, specifically because you, our patrons, aren't giving us enough money"

And not a spook where you then spend a couple weeks crunching numbers. Oh no. A shock so violent where less than two hours later you're weeping on camera about the channel being over.

Three weeks later he brought a brand new Sony FX6v for $8000 CAD to add to his pile of cinema cameras despite the fact that he was, but scant moments earlier, in such a precarious position that a single bad month would kill his channel.

He stole your money, and for that I'm profoundly sad and angry. That's why I snapped at him in April. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the full context then, and I'm sorry if that anger upset you.

END OF THREAD

[swampgallows]

AIDS/ACT UP posters updated for the ongoing global COVID pandemic. we must know history & be able to apply it to the current moment. queer liberation, disability justice, racial justice – these struggles cannot be separated. WearAMask #CovidIsAirborne #LongCovid 😷

Images, image descriptions, and full thread with more posters by @/_copy_of_a_copy on Twitter. The thread also includes a link to a Google Drive of PNGs/PDFs to print and wheatpaste.

The artist is only on twitter, so I am sharing this incredible thread here on Tumblr.