#idk what the fuck am i tagging

[caruliaa]

staff still hasn't given me polls, what should i do?

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their moms 69%

🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪🟪 their dads 31%

grace image os i get to look at her

[varilien]

we just got to this episode yesterday HFKJDHFK

Palestine: Funds | Action | eSims | Info Sudan Resources | Congo Resources

hey goku what's this about huh

[cuosiscrazy]

I did this after side order but I was inactive so… here ya go now 💥

[inkskinned]

it is hard to explain without sounding vain or stupid - but the more attractive others find you, the more you're allowed to do. the easier your life is.

i have been on both sides of this. i am queer and cuban. i grew up poor. for a long time i didn't know "how" to dress - and i still don't. i make my sister pick out any important outfits. i have adhd in spades: i was never "cool and quiet", i was the weird kid who didn't understand how "normal" people behave. i was bullied so hard that the "social outcasts" wouldn't even talk to me.

i got my teeth straightened. i cut my hair and learned how to style it. i got into makeup. it didn't matter, at first, if i actually liked what i was doing - it mattered how people responded to it. like a magic trick; the right dress and winged eyeliner and suddenly i was no longer too weird for all of it. i could wear the ugly pokemon shirt and it was just "ironic" or a "cute interest."

when i am seen as pretty, people listen. they laugh at my jokes. they allow me to be weird and a little spacey. i can trust that if i need something, people will generally help me. privilege suddenly rushes in: pretty does buy things. pretty people get treated more gently.

i am the same ugly little girl, is the thing. still odd. still not-quite-fitting-in. still scrambling. still angry and afraid and full of bad things. of course it became my obsession. of course i stopped eating. i had seen, in real time, the exact way it could change my life - simply always be perfect, and things can be easy. people will "overlook" all the other things. i used to have panic attacks at the idea others would see me without makeup - what would they think? even for a simple friend hangout, i'd spend a few hours getting ready. after all, it seemed so obvious to me: these people liked me because i was pretty.

i worry about how much i'm being a bad activist: i understand that "pretty" is determined by white, het, cis, able-bodied hegemonies. if i was really an ally, wouldn't i rally against all of this? recently there's been a "clean girl" trend which copies latinx aesthetics: dark slicked-back hair, hoop earrings. i almost never wear my hair like that; i can hear the middle school guidance counsellor advising me that i might fare better if i toned it down on the culture.

the problem is that i can take pretty on and off. that i have seen how different my life is on a day where i try and a day where i don't. i told my therapist i want to believe the difference is confidence, but it's not. and when you have seen it, you can't unsee it. it lives inside your brain. it rots there; taunting. i get rewarded for following the rules. i am punished for breaking them. end of story.

pretty people can get what they want. pretty people can feel confident without others asking where they got their nerve from. pretty people can be weird and different. pretty people get to have emotions; it's different when they get aggressive, it's pretty when they cry with frustration.

of course people care about this. of course it has crawled into you. of course you want to be seen as attractive. it's not vanity: it's self-preservation.

[ria-starstruck]

actually, this is why the vessels don't have mouths

from this:

[bondilluns]

well, are you ready ray?!?!

btw!! i've been thinking about opening comissions for mcr mspaint portraits, so maybe tell me in the tags if you would be interested in that 👉🏻👈🏻

[ID: A MS Paint digital painting of Ray Toro leaning his head back and playing his guitar, which is out of frame. His eyes are closed and he is smiling. A spotlight illuminates him from above, casting a warm yellow light on him. It contrasts with the purple tones of the shadows. The background is green. End ID]

[harrowharkwife]

thinking thoughts about how nona was so obsessed with crown, and crown specifically- not coronabeth. crown, with her boots and her cargo pants and her guns and her hair tied back, with all her charm and strength, all her rage and determination.

was that really just nona? or, walk with me here- is there a chance that that was actually alecto, too, bleeding through and rising to the surface?

alecto, seeing a kind of kinship in crown- in this big, tall, strong blonde with a sword strapped to her back, hot and lovely and kind and awful and powerful and perfect. this woman who refuses to give up- on her sister, on saving jody, on BOE's resistance. who's unafraid to throw one hell of a tantrum, if it means being listened to, for once. crown, who everyone thinks of as dumb, who everyone underestimates, who no one ever takes as seriously as they should, even though she's clearly capable of plenty of atrocities in her own right. this woman who's been described over and over again as someone who positively radiates life, and energy, and vitality, and strength. this woman who wanted nothing more than the chance to be herself, to be free, to serve as cavalier and guardian and protector, but was instead sentenced at birth to a life of being a princess and wearing dresses and looking pretty and loving less and staying out of the way and keeping her mouth shut and playing second fiddle to a necromancer obsessed with power and glory. familiar, no? this woman who was betrayed, left behind, left alone, and left utterly in the dark by the one person who's supposed to love her the most- only to then be told that being abandoned was in her best interest, really, for her own safety.

thinking about all the times we've seen ianthe insult crown's intelligence and praise her beauty in the same breath. you big dumb bimbo, what can you do? of all the times we've seen ianthe fussing over crown's appearance. thinking of the sister-lyctor makeover-montage ahead of dios apate minor, and how harrow hated every second of it, and how ianthe treated it like nostalgic second nature. thinking about the third house: fucked-up planet gossip-girl with all its betrayal and espionage and flesh magic and debauchery, three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile. thinking about the pressure that must have come with keeping up the double-necromancer ruse, about ianthe having successfully played the part of two necromancers from the age of six. exactly how much practice must that have taken? thinking about the casual, automatic, possessive, offhanded, violating nature of ianthe playing god and giving harrow a full head of fast-growing hair without asking, without even telling her, just to make harrow prettier, just to piss her off, just because she could. how she did it so easily, and without hesitation, almost as though she's maybe done that sort of thing before.

thinking about preservation. about a perfect body frozen in ice for a myriad, about ianthe spending all her downtime on the mithraeum figuring out how long she can keep an apple core in perfect stasis before the rot sets in.

thinking about corpse puppeting: a deceased world leader here, a trusted cavalier and friend you've known from the cradle there. about i picked you to change, and this is how you repay me? about she took babs. and who even cares about babs? babs! she could have taken me!

thinking about alecto, and hollywood hair barbie, and you have made me a hideousness.

thinking about crown, who's by her own admission boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a swordhand.

thinking about something as simple as stud earrings, and about how much grief ianthe gave her for daring to wear them.

nona loved crown.

something tells me that alecto might, too.

[transthatfag]

I think more irreparable damage in horror. I think. the horror of never being the same person you once were and have to live with it. I think. the forcible change into something horrific that will haunt you for life. or. the forcing of immortality in confinement. I think. the inability to die. I think. the stitching and sewing that will kill you if you try to rip apart. that’s what I think.

[butterflysonnets]

yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.

to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!

i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.

also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.

they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.

they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.

i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.

[lynnbutlertron]

OK i’m getting more into rayman now and i need someone to explain to me why the fuck i have not seen a single person on the internet talking abt this pairing . Am i losing my mind??? Am i the problem ???? Please

extra drawing under the cut

[cowboycatss]

the true lives of the fabulous umm.. um. catjoys.. kittyjoys… no the furbulous ??killjoys?? the mew lives of th

[chimerahyperfix]

This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!

You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)

It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and

Hmm. That's not water.

How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.

Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.

Perhaps a bit too much, actually.

[mustasekittens]

congratulations christopher!

self indulgent near-future in which when christopher graduates high school buck n eddie take hiim to hawaii to celebrate and they all have a nice vacation over here. friend n i were brainrotting it a bit and we decided buck definitely hyperfixated on hawaii and stuff (history, nature, geography, mythology, etc)

[pentacass]

you fuckers can't just. give her this outfit and not give me the option to shove my face in her [redacted] and go BRRRRRR

[sprinklethetangerine]

Hey, I just watched Dead Poets Society for the first time ever! Now, if you guys don't mind, I'm gonna go sit in the corner of my room and scream!

[limerencedisorder]

Attention

Ithaqua x Afab!Reader

cws: Dub-con, Cursing, Yandere-ish Behavior, Fingering, Semi-public sex, Afab reader, No specified pronouns, Mentions of pretty, Ooc Ithaqua. NOT proofread

MINORS DNI

(guys this is a lil random sorry🤪🤪)

You were confused.

Currently, you were in a match. Coordinator, and Mercenary were currently decoding. And of course, it's normal for at least one person to get chased.

Which was Priestess, unfortunately.

But of course this is all normal! It's just.. In the beginning, you were unfortunate enough to spawn near the hunter. He immediately spotted you. Only an idiot wouldn't start running by now.

"The hunter is near me!" You yelled to the others.

You immediately ran into a kiting area with plenty of walls to allow you to at least escape his sight. But when you did, he didn't even bother getting close. He just stared off in the distance then changed directions.

For a moment you were stunned. Confused.

"Beware! The hunter has changed target!" You yelled.

Each time the hunter saw you, He just turned the other way. You were saving Priestess, and he unfortunately terror shocked you, bringing you somewhere else far from the rocket chair and leaving you there.

Surprisingly fast, about seven minutes into the match , he's already eliminated two. It was just you and Naib. You two decided to stick together. There was one cipher left, you and Naib decoding it currently.

77%.. 82%.. Then suddenly, your heart starts beating rapidly. Immediately Naib leaves you to finish it on your own.

"I'll distract. You, prime." He immediately said.

"Wha-? Naib!" Your protest falling on deaf ears as he immediately left to distract Ithaqua. Under Ithaquas mask, he scowled. Knowing that it was just you two together. Especially a guy..

Naib transitioned to a kiting area, waiting for Ithaqua to follow him. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. He peeked through the wall and stared at you for a moment. You looked up and made eye contact with him, immediately freezing.

He grinned under his mask.

"Finish the cipher. If you do, I perhaps might spare both of you." He spoke, in a not so friendly manner..

You hesitated. Naib was coming towards you both, quickly realizing he hasn't hit you yet.

"Why should I trust you?" You said to him.

"It's not a choice. If you don't I'll chair you both." You just looked behind him to see Naib. Hesitating to walk towards you both.

'Did he go friendly??' He thought.

Ithaqua looked behind himself then at you.

"Finish it." You looked at him then at Naib.

Naib got closer. "What's.. What's going on?"

Ithaqua looked at Naib. "I told her to finish the cipher. And I'd maybe spare you both. Maybe if you say something, she'd listen to you." Naib looked at you then the hunter.

Without thinking he immediately agreed.

"Naib- seriously?! This is like a deal with the dev-" He cut you off but raising his hand up, walking towards the cipher and working on it. You sighed, getting to work.

But as soon as the cipher was finished, he immediately hit Naib.

"Naib!" You yelled. Backing away from the hunter. Naib groaned as Ithaqua picked him up.

"You liar!" Ithaqua just stared at you then immediately left for a rocket chair.

"Get out of here!" Naib told you. You were hesitant but left for the dungeon.

When Ithaqua placed Naib on the chair, He immediately went looking for you. Luckily for you, you found the dungeon. It wasn't open yet so you quickly hid in a corner with tall looking grass.

You could hear the tall hunter humming. Coming dangerously close to the dungeon. You held your breath.

"I know you're here [Name]. Give up."

He looked around for you.

As soon as he hummed in disapproval of not finding you, you heard the rocket chair leaving and being sent back to the manor. The dungeon opened and you made a run for it.

He immediately snatched the back of your shirt and pull you behind, hitting you with his axe. You bled out and groaned in pain.

He chuckled and squatted down to look at you. Gently caressing your face, forcing your eyes on him.

"You could've done that in the beginning." You snarled.

He sighed. "I knew you were stupid but I didn't think you were oblivious.. "

You were confused. "What are you-"

"Didn't you at least notice once? I obviously seemed interested in you since you even interacted with me. Doing me sweet favors as if I wouldn't attack you some day. Even the hunters noticed." He spoke in a soft tone.

You just stared at him. "Maybe it was the wrong choice." He just laughed and pulled you close. You hissed in pain as he picked you up.

He walked away far from the dungeon as you struggled to escape his grasp. Finally, you did. But he pulled you towards him and dragged you far from both the exit gates and dungeon.

"What is your problem?! Just chair me already!" He chuckled and took his mask off. For a moment, you were entranced in his beauty. As if you forgot every event that has happened today.

He placed a hand on your hip, playing with the hem of your pants. He gently tugged.

"What are you-"

"Take it off."

"..What?" You questioned. Your expression turning flushed.

"Take it off." He repeated himself.

"What?! No way-!"

"Take it off or I will." He said. Expression dropping from soft to irritated. Not wanting to push him any further, you obliged. Taking it off nervously.

Sure he was handsome- but you never imagined something like this. He looked at the pair of panties you were wearing. A white soft color. Looked like cotton. He grinned and gently pulled it off.

"Wait-"

"No." He interrupted you. "I've been waiting too long for this."

You nervously looked at his face, which was looking at your lower half, flushed. He pushed the pair aside then pushed open your legs gently.

He smiled. "I've always wanted your eyes on me. Only me." He looked at your flushed and red face. "I wanted your attention so much I was craving it." He looked back at your lower half, sliding a finger inside you, thumb playing with your clit.

You sighed and leaned your head back.

"Eyes on me pretty." He used his free hand to make you face him.

"Don't think I don't see the way you stare at me. I feel those pretty little eyes on me each time you get the chance." He cooed.

You didn't respond. Too nervous to speak. He smiled and kissed your nose.

"It's almost intoxicating.." He spoke softly. Gently pumping his finger into you. Watching your expressions as he added another finger.

"You're really tight.." You just sighed as a response.

He looked up at you, looking for any reaction. Humming in approval when your brows furrow. He curled his fingers, earning a soft moan from you.

He pumped faster. Watching in amusement as you whined his name.

"Nnh.. I'm gonna.." You arched your back as he added another finger, hearing soft whimpers and moans from you.

You come on his hands, muffling your noises with your hand.

"I wanna hear you. Don't cover your sounds no one's here to hear you."

He unzipped his tight pants, letting his cock spring free. It was huge. Long and girthy. Surprisingly for such a lean and slim body. His nails digging into your hips as he rubbed his cock on your entrance, bottoming into you.

Oh, this was gonna be a long game..