#gettin through it

[shea-like-the-butter]

Friday, May 26th 2023

I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight ✨

[esprei]

Emmet month - Day 4: Memories

though Ingo may be gone, he'll never be forgotten

[sometinybees]

Is this how sending works? Absolutely not. Would Jester find a way to basically phone call Cad and tell him all about the Uk'otoa mess? without a doubt.

[cellgatinbo]

the qsmp, qsmpblr and the greater qsmp community as a whole has been such a blessing to me for the last year, that i can’t even begin to describe. the server has introduced me to so many creators, so many people, so many cultures that i likely wouldn’t have explored otherwise. the community has been so kind and enthusiastic, and has let me make friends i can be happy around for the first time in a long, long time. the project means a whole whole lot to me, and whether or not it’s really the end, i just wanted to put my feelings out there anyways. it has been an incredibly good run, and despite everything i really wish it could have the opportunity to go on.

i absolutely don’t plan on going anywhere, you’re all stuck with me whether you want me or not. if more happens with the server, i know i can’t just stay away and ignore it. and if it doesn’t, i still love all the streamers it’s introduced me to this past year. (cellbit when u get your ass back online…..)

i’ve just. got a lot of love for everyone. thanks for the incredible memories. it means more than you know <3

[green-alien-turdz]

hey uhhhhh

apologies if this ask is like. weird or smth

but can I just request a doodle of tweek with a trans flag?

I’ve been feeling reallt shitty over being trans lately, for personal and dysphoric reasons. and. tweek is a very important comfort character for me

ofc you don’t have to do this at all- but it’d mean a lot/gen/nf

Dude, you're all good. It's not a weird ask. I'm sorry you're feelin like that right now, n I really hope that things lessen some so that you can start to feel a lil better with yourself. You fuckin matter, bro, no matter how this world decided to plop you out n what you choose to do with that.

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Oh MY GOD

[carmillas-vampiric-rage]

if it were up to baraka and bi-han; shang tsung would have been fucking deeeaaddd 😭 boy was luuucckky

shang tsung was probably like "fucking again!?!?!"

[saphushia]

swapping between watching etho s7 and bdubs s5 is going to do permanent damage to my brain

nearly forgot! i'm trying to remember to turn on timelapse recording more often, so while it's just a sketch page, there's a timelapse of the first pic if you're interested ^-^ (flashing img warning, but no colors/palette testing so not as bad as usual? probably.)

once again i forget to start recording until i've already started but nevermind that not super interesting given it's a sketch page but i know some of yall just think the process is neat :)

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Low Tier Thunder God lmao

[goobygnarp]

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[iclimbtreestofeelalive]

okay i'm gonna say something and you all have to give me a chance. ready?

we need to stop making fun of poor american southerners who distrust the government. it's real easy to call them all conspiracy theorists and dismiss them, but half the time, its built off of a genuine feeling of being abandoned by the infrastructure meant to keep them safe.

in appalachia, a lot of people lost their homes because of coal mining operations. a lot of people worked in those mines, and then when the mines stopped being profitable, they got tossed out with the bathwater. a lot of appalachia is poor, malnourished, and i don't blame them for not trusting rich politicians who dismiss them as stupid and lower class.

if yall actually listened to half the things poor southerners say, you'd realize that a Lot of common leftist complaints are virtually identical to the rural grandma who doesn't hold with electronic money and politicians. it stems from a genuine feeling of abandonment and ostracization by the people who run the country. functionally, someone living paycheck to paycheck in the city in a tiny apartment has infinitely more in common with someone from rural appalachia than a politician. high rent, high taxes, food insecurity, feeling lied to by those in power, a general sense of frustration. it just sounds fancier coming from a city mouth than one with shitty teeth and a southern accent.

tl;dr stop dismissing southern people as stupid. they're absolutely right not to wholeheartedly trust politicians, because they've been fucked over by them time and time again, and honestly, id rather talk to a southern person who openly distrusts their representatives than someone from the city who wholeheartedly believes that Frederick Jamestown OldMoney III genuinely cares what people think and can be convinced to change his ways.

[shea-like-the-butter]

Tuesday, January 24th 2023

Modernity has failed us

[grimgummies]

Spooky Month 6: Hollow Sorrows | Costume Fella

(Requested by Anon)

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 27th [Mingi + Fisting]

[9:25] You pulled a pillow over you face, whimpering as Mingi sunk a second finger into your heat. You didn’t want to look at him, now when you came so fast on just one finger, not when he knew you’d been thinking about this all week. You’d missed him too much but you’d let slip exactly what you’d missed of him and you knew he was all too excited to explore that.

“You don’t want to look at me, princess?”

“No,” You mumbled. “Too embarrassed.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he hummed, using his free hand to move the pillow from your face. Before you could cover it with your hands he swooped in to capture you in a kiss. He gave you small, quick kisses that made you giggle a little as his fingers started moving at a steady pace. Slowly, your laughing turned to breathy whines as his ministrations sent rushes of pleasure through your already sensitive body.

You whined as he pulled back from the kisses, letting your eyes flutter open and feeling heat rush to your skin at the way he looked down at you. It made you arousal rush through you and your core clench around his fingers and you whined more out of embarrassment than anything else. 

“You look so pretty, princess,” he murmured.

You pulled him back in for kisses in response, not wanting to feel his eyes on you. Your kisses were messy as his fingers steadily moved faster, a little more rough. Moans punctuated the kisses, along with Mingi’s assurances that you were being oh so good for him.

“Just like that, princess. Such a good girl.”

You felt your body steadily tensing again as his fingers curled and stretched your heat, each movement feeling better than the last. His lips found their way to your neck, pressing warm, wet kisses to your skin and lingering dangerously close to your ear. His voice was low and just a little bit rough as he murmured to you.

“You’re doing such a good job for me, princess.” You had barely noticed his fingers slowing until he was pressing a third into your body and your back was arching off the bed, hips only held in place by his free hand. A soft cry left your lips as the sensation, more pleasure washing through you at the slight stretch making you feel oh so full.

“Feeling good, princess?” He didn’t have to ask and you didn’t have quite enough of your wits about you to answer properly. You gave him a quiet “mhm” as you pressed your lips together and nodded. Mingi pressed a kiss just under your ear sweetly that made your heart beat out of your chest from the sweetness of it.

You felt your body growing more and more tense each second. The sounds of your own moans and heavy breath mixing with the wet sounds of fingers and slick arousal. Your second release was drawing closer each second and Mingi’s thumb landing on your clit only helped it along, more moans cascading from your lips.

“My good girl can take just a little bit more, can’t she?” He hummed.

You nodded quickly with a whimper, wanting anything he would give you. A cry left your lips as Mingi pressed a fourth finger into your heat, stretching you even more. Your thighs tensed, and pressed around his sides as you let out whiny moans and squirmed under him, just fingers moving shallowly to let you get used to the stretch.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Just like that, taking my fingers so well.”

“S-So much,” you whimpered, nearly overwhelmed from the sensation.

“I know, princess, but you can come just once like this for me, can’t you?” He sounded so sweet and sure of you and you let out a small hiccup, nodding and grabbing onto his arms. He pressed kisses to your lips as he started to move his fingers and you quickly fell into sloppy kisses and moans.

His free hand found your clit and you started to tremble, crying out his name into kisses over and over again as your back arched off the bed. He showered in praise for just how well you took his fingers as you climbed right to your edge. Your nails dug into his arms as you threw your head back against the pillows.

Finally you came again, hard enough to push his fingers out of your stretched heat. He kept his fingers moving on your clit as you trembled and pleasure washed over every one of your nerves, overtaking all of your senses and tears welled up in your eyes from the overwhelming nature of it all before you started to calm.

Mingi pulled you to his chest, cuddling you close as you tried to catch your breath and rubbing your back.

“So good for me, princess,” he cooed.

[cybersteal]

Taken by the amazing fantastic wonderful @wilxfyre

I commissioned them to take some sappy shots of Vice and So Mi because all of their work is just so impressive, and I am still not over how fucking adorable and wholesome these are. Every soft, tender moment they get together fills me with so much joy, it heals my soul.

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LES DEUX BOUTS DE L'ÉCHELLE, PIERRE

𝘑𝘦 𝘳é𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴: 𝘔𝘰𝘪, 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦 𝘳ê𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘳; 𝘑𝘦 𝘮'𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘤ô𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘭'𝘰𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘴é, 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦, 𝘋'é𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳. 𝘑𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘊𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦, 𝘪𝘤𝘪-𝘣𝘢𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴

BOTH ENDS OF THE LADDER, PIERRE

𝘐 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥: 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳; 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩

[green-alien-turdz]

This gon be me real soon if I don't get my shit together