#i snapped so hard for this piece like

[maisconkiana]

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[todayisafridaynight]

reward piece done for a twitter lovely !

Commission Info (23 Aug. 2023)

[cowboyskissin]

found out today that my landlord didn’t put my name on the account so i haven’t been getting council tax bills and we now owe £1200…. my bank is at -£200…… i don’t know what the fuck i’m supposed to do

[lastoneout]

anyway I know the casting for live action Sanji is perfect bcs looking at him in the trailers makes me feel the same weird mix of affection and violent aggression as I do when I see him in the manga <3

[a-hopeless-individual]

y’all playing project sekai when you’re about to start your period is a recipe for disaster especially if one of the ingredients is an inclination to bite things when angry because glass screens and human teeth do not mix very well and so I’m sure you can imagine the sudden dread that hit me and snapped me out of my blind rage when I heard a little “pop” upon failing to just bite the case and accidentally straight-up giving the screen the hydraulic press treatment with my pearly whites, leaving a hearty crack at the bottom that branches out across half of the screen like a banyan tree with a little circular portion at the site of the assault where the colors are all distorted

[definetellynotavampire]

Today was SUCH a great fucking day (very intense sarcasm noises)

First my dad spent a good hour and a half pretty much mocking my disability (not a rarity) by saying over and over just how EASY it is to get to the phone repair shop, all but one of those being said after I thoroughly explained I, fun fact, literally cannot fucking control how my mental issues fuck with my capability of directional sense (or memory, or sleep, or chronic exhaustion, or physical issues with movement, etc for eternity)

After finally dropping the phone at the repair place I had to go home, my dad ditching bc he wanted to go somewhere else before my mom picked him up (sudden btw! she literally called as we were making our way back! we autistics sure love a sudden change of plans we were not warned about!!)

Then, right as I'm about to enter my home, I realize my keys fell out when i picked up my bag. AKA I could not open the door.

BUT my sibling is at home, bc she's sick so she didn't go to class which means she is not going anywhere. SO she can just, open the door, RIGHT??? RIGHT??????

Apparently not! Because while I had the worst fucking panic attack i've bad in a long while I rang the bell for fifteen fucking minutes!!!

FIFTEEN MINUTES UNTIL SHE DECIDED SHE WOULD OPEN THE DOOR

Why? Well because she was scared (she was anxious and didnt want to deal with social interactions, not like "Ohh im paranoid someone will kill me if i answer" scared. I know bc we've discussed this before. we literally share the same brand of anxiety)

Fun facts: -She can check thru the window, we live in an appartment with a PERFECT view of the door that nobody would see her thru -ITS AN APPARTMENT, THE BELL WAS NOT AT OUR DOOR, IT WAS DOWNSTAIRS. If something weird happened she could just NOT open the door after listening thru the bell phone thing since I could have not known at fucking all -Here ringing more than twice is INCREDIBLY rude and innapropiate and nobody in their right fucking mind would ring for five minutes straight, much less fifteen. Unless they lived there, which I do.

I would've been locked out of my house with no phone, 5 bucks on my wallet and NOTHING ELSE (not even a jacket for when it got colder, fun fact!!!!! BC ITS FUCKING COLD OUT DURING THE EVENING NOW) for AT LEAST A WHOLE DAY UNTIL MY DAD WAS BACK FROM WORK AT 7AM TOMORROW

I love my fucking family (Again, very extreme sarcasm)

[arcaneyouth]

i think im fucking sick of technology for the rest of my life actually.

[nightmarecountry-a]

i feel like the tldr of that last hc is just: give me more horror

[oasisofgalaxies]

Worked with charcoal in studio art today, it’s funny how inexperienced I am- also I’m realizing just how heavy handed I am JAJSJns

[cetoddle]

omg i have an appointment w my stupid ass psychiatrist in the morning how do i kill myself at work

[todayisafridaynight]

tbh I really wanted the 3jimas to win that fight, to have Kiryu realize that his actions have consequences and that maaayybeee the people he keeps disappearing on to only reappear briefly to make demands of are finally sick of it and the rose tinted glasses of admiration have come off

no absolutely i really needed kiryu to just. //shakes him//

another thing i really wish we got from IW was daigo going off on kiryu- like he STARTED to but i needed that Y4 shit RIGHT NOW. if Y4 did anything right, it definitely helped broaden daigo's character in how having the chairman title pushed onto him was stressing him out and having him express this to kiryu was SO cathartic, even if daigo's words ultimately mean nothing to kiryu (or at the very least, kiryu did a bad job on understanding daigo's grievances and helping him afterwards)

it really is agitating that the jimas ended up going to the tower anyway too. i get that saejima and majima are kiryu's ex-colleagues and daigo's practically his son, and the fight was supposed to be a 'wake up call' for them. but it just diminishes the anger we saw from daigo in that first scene (and as if i have to say it, daigo becoming angry is a rare thing so that when it does happen its so jarring and it's meant to be serious) and it continues to excuse kiryu's general disregard for others if it means he gets what he wants.

its unfathomable to me that after nearly two decades of holding a position daigo didnt want for the sake of his idol, he finally gets to break away from it. and now his idol's just waltzing back into his life- after acting like he was dead for three years- asking for ANOTHER favor. and daigo's just supposed to accept it. if kiryu wasnt literally dying i just know he'd keep doing this until his last breath and no one would punish him for it because despite how many times he claims to understand daigo's woes, it's evident he doesn't care enough to leave him out of things

[chaelinsbitch]

My friends mom and brother pissed her off so she stormed off to sit in a closet and her brother went to like calm her down (she was fine it wasn't a serious thing) so I stayed downstairs w her mom cuz I was like idk what to do here LMAO and she was like I think she's stressed and I was like yeah no I get it I've been incredibly stressed out this past while too and my friends mom was like oh really? You don't seem stressed at all wow you hide it well. And I'm like yeah I'm used to it. 💀 Yet another day of a girl constantly in despair

[stargirlrchive]

simon riley x fem!reader

cw: oral(f), simon cumming untouched (what can i saaaaay he loves eating pussy!)

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

GENERAL MASTERLIST

simon was tense from the long, gruesome day at the base. topped with the fact that from the moment he had woken up, his cock was hard and aching. but you had looked too peaceful in the early hours of the morning that he couldn’t bring himself to disturb you.

but as the day went on, he regretted not waking you up and having you take his cock. he ached all over, and his low tolerance for anything stupid had grown even thinner as the day dragged on.

he needed you, he missed the feel and taste of you.

so his fingers itched with anticipation as he turned the door knob. his tactical gear and whatever extra piece of clothing that weighed him down came off as he walked through your home.

his cock twitched as he laid eyes on you, your back flat against the mattress in nothing but his shirt and your underwear as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone.

your eyes snapped up as you saw him, an elated smiled tugging at your lips. but before you could properly greet him, simon’s hands wrapped around your thighs, dragging you towards the end of the bed.

“missed you so fucking much.”

your eyes widened and an excited laugh fell from your mouth as he knelt at the end of your bed. “need to taste you, please.”

you gave him a breathless ‘yes’, and before you even finished speaking, his mouth was sucking and lapping at your swollen clit over your panties as you cried out beneath him.

your body felt like it was on fire as he devoured you. spitting onto your already dripping panties before he tongued at your folds through the cotton.

“taste so good, princess.”

your body shivered beneath his as you felt the snap of fabric against your skin. he had ripped them apart before his nose rubbed against your clit as his tongue delved into your tight heat.

and anytime your hips stuttered away from him he chased after you like a man starved. grunting quietly as he fucked you with his tongue.

this was strictly for his pleasure, the way your body reacted to him, the way you squirmed and cried and moaned beneath him made his cock ache. the taste of you on his tongue made him dizzy.

his cock begging for attention but he wouldn’t do it. he needed to make you cum all over his mouth before he played with himself.

but something felt different as he continued to pry your legs apart and lap at your cunt. he felt his body tighten, his balls heavy as you tugged on his hair and rolled your pussy onto his mouth.

he mumbled quietly against your soft flesh, “gonna come-”

your eyes snapped open as you looked down at him, disbelief evident in your eyes, “w-what?”

simon’s hands tightened around your thighs and sucked at your clit one last time as you cried out, body trembling as you came.

a guttural groan ripping from his mouth as he filled his boxers with his sticky cum.

the lower half of his face covered in your slick as you stared at him with wide eyes. “you came from eating me out?”

there was a lazy smile on simon’s face as he crawled over you. his nose gliding against your jaw and down the column of your neck.

“couldn’t help myself, doll. you look so pretty.”

[whimsydingbat]

…

if you read this and the first post, I sincerely apologize. you’re getting a hard look at the deepest recesses of my mind, open agape and oozing my most vulnerable thoughts I could ever reveal. they’re words that I need to be said, written. I find I don’t ever learn my lesson unless I talk about it. so, I hope those who care enough to read are receptive.

[phantomrose96]

What the hell happens in the pikmin game?? Those little colourful bitches have been around for ages, but i never bothered looking them up, i just figured they were cute little mascots of some game. But your posts are making me question everything. Is it a horror game? (I know i could just google it, but asking you is funnier)

Yeah you're right asking me is much funnier :)

Pikmin is a fun and relaxing game! You play as a little astronaut man who gets to spend his days growing Pikmin, who are sweet and peaceful little plant creatures with leaves, buds, or flowers on their heads. You can corral them around with a little trumpet, like a bouquet of flowers following you through the pretty and whimsical landscapes of planet PNF-404 :)

Wait did I say fun and relaxing?

Sorry, typo.

It's a brutal skill-based survival game (❁´◡`❁)

So then maybe you're wondering, what's up with the Pikmin? What was that about growing a bunch of little flower guys? Well growing the Pikmin is super important!

It's super duper important mainly because you need to replace the Pikmin who die in the carnage of battle for you!

Battle against what?

Everything.

See on PNF-404, Pikmin are the bottom of the food chain. Just about every living breathing creature on this planet is orders of magnitude larger than the Pikmin and munch Pikmin by the hundreds for breakfast. Predators will do this instinctively. They will do this unprompted. They will do this while you're not looking. They will do this endlessly until every last Pikmin is dead.

So... what good are the Pikmin? What chance do they stand?

Really easy. Pikmin are the most violent creatures in the entire game 🥰🥰🥰.

How else do you survive when you're small and fragile other than incredible violence? Pikmin can exist out and about in swarms of up to 100. And the only way to survive predators as small little leaf creatures is to beat those predators to death with incredible mob violence before they can kill all of you.

Pikmin don't die like plants. They die like warriors.

And sometimes, this is the hardest mechanic to handle. Left to their own devices Pikmin will seek to shed blood. It's up to you to call them away from orchestrating their own demise, their own pursuit of the glory of Valhalla. It's in their nature. It's in their plant-blood.

And they go down hard. They shriek when snapped up in the jaws of predators. They glub and wail when drowning in water. They trill out screams when on fire. They choke and cough in poison. They die instantly to electricity. And you'll know a Pikmin is well and truly dead once it lets out a final whimper, and a ghost drifts away from where it once stood. This can happen by the dozens. This can happen to all 100 at once.

So wait, wait I've gotten far ahead of myself. Why the violence? Why the death? Why the fighting? What was that about a little astronaut man?

Well your astronaut man is Olimar, an honest and simple family man who's a freight ship captain from his home planet of Hocotate. He's a truck driver! He's just a guy taking his first vacation in years.

And a meteorite strikes his ship, tearing it to pieces as it crash-lands on a completely uncharted planet. Welcome to PNF-404...

And so you're Olimar. A truck driver. A nice dad. A victim of capitalism with the world's worst boss. Out on vacation.

Your ship is destroyed. No one is coming for you. No one will save you.

The oxygen on PNF-404 is poisonous.

You have 30 days before your life support system runs out.

You have 30 days until you die a brutal and lonely death.

Your only hope is to find every scattered missing piece of your ship--30 of them--strewn across the planet, return them to your ship, and repair it, before your 30 days are up.

But this is simply impossible. You're one tiny little man. You wouldn't be able to lift a single piece of your ship, let alone 30 of them, let alone doing so while fending off the wildlife hellbent on killing you.

But the Pikmin seem to like you...

So all that death? All the carnage and destruction? It's all in the effort to repair Olimar's ship before he suffocates. You pave a path of destruction decorated with the bodies of any creature that stands before you and your missing ship pieces.

The Pikmin do it. The Pikmin trust you. The Pikmin follow your command and die by your command. After all, you're growing their species. Oh did I forget to explain that part? The "how" of how growing Pikmin works?

Simple. Pikmin are grown from the corpses of the creatures they kill :).

If you kill something, the Pikmin take it back to their base and process it for pieces, and grow new Pikmin from it. That's how you get all the nice little flower creatures following you around. :)

Is it good enough? Can you sleep at night knowing that 50 creatures who trusted you implicitly were slaughtered under your misdirection? All to retrieve a hunk of metal which is 1/30 of the hope of getting you home alive? 100 slaughtered? 200? Day 30 is approaching. Things are looking bleak.

You're Olimar. Day 30 has arrived, and you haven't fully reconstructed your ship. You have no option to stay. Your life support has run out. You watch the Pikmin you've left behind, as you attempt to start up your ship which has not been safely repaired.

You try to take off, and try to make it home.

It does not go well.

But at least the Pikmin have another corpse to carry.