#into a disoriented mess

[nyamcot]

Not a day where I ithink ab the silliness of meowware because Imagine fooling around in puyo puyo and then the puyo start not having eyes or having too many and now all the characters are being cliché creepy pasta tropes [it’s messing w you by fucking up your game]

[zukkacore]

i'm like certain ive said this before but i truly do headcanon pre-shatterstar jace as like, a little conceited because he's hot and he knows it. and post-shatterstar jace as obsessed with his appearance because it's one of the last things he has full control over + yknow. he thinks he has to be hot and interesting enough for porter.

YEAH YEAH EXACTLY. Everything comes naturally to him. He’s good at sorcery and he knows it. He’s inherently pretty and he knows it. Everything is effortless. Everything falls into my lap. My Will, I have this pull on people, it’s just who I am.

But also beauty as performance, as cache. The thing I feel abt Jace is that he does put an incredible amount of effort into his appearance and this whole character he’s crafted of being beautiful and cool and effortless. But it’s justified in his mind bc he thinks it’s all in service of like. Making his own life easier. Being terrified of the loss of power that comes with aging, especially visibly aging. Like I do think he is fixated on maintaining his own comfort in a way, even tho inside he’s white knuckle gripping on this whole facade and ALSO clawing at the walls bc he needs a challenge he needs stimulation…..

I do think there’s connection between sorcery n inherent power n “inherent” beauty. With charisma being like a tangible thing in dnd and people being naturally drawn to you it’s like. Oh my body is an invitation. My body is a source of problems or pain.

And Porter kinda being intentionally disorienting on whether Jace is his precious darling first acolyte saint stardiamond or a disposable spellcaster he could replace with just about anyone. His appearance has always been a tool, but it is here now more than ever. His life is falling apart at the seams but if he can maintain the look of someone effortless still than no one will suspect a thing right? They’ve never bothered to interrogate my interiority before. Why would that change now. And there’s a logic of like. Ok I have to make myself good enough to justify keeping around. He could’ve had anyone. He wants me. I have to make sure he wants me. He’s going to keep wanting me.

[keter-class-anomaly]

I recreated the cover for remus's theme!

...with a couple little changes of course!

i'm REALLY happy with how this turned out!

i can't wait to hang it up on my wall when i get home TvT

just the line art:

they look better irl lol

[dwarven-axolotl]

i hate the rift <-failing tiny dancer and the lava hard mode parkour

[kolektsiakomah]

how i wish to merge souls with the people i love and fuse into one so i can be sure we never ever part

[crow-withaphone]

Juno's voice claim is Darwin from The Amazing World of Gumball

[holyshit]

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[torchickentacos]

Being chronically ill is kind of funny, actually, because I'm USED to plenty of problems most people would not be able to function with. I can live my life while blacking out when I stand up and while constantly hypoxic. This is my 'normal'. This is fine.

BUT the second I get a NEW, UNWELCOME, DIFFERENT problem, I'm miserable!!! I can DEAL with the usual stuff but I have an ear infection and it's driving me up the wall. I can deal with dislocations, but if my ear hurts then it's all over. It's like playing an MMORPG and you're USED to fighting bosses but some random level 6 slime is being unreasonably difficult.

[jewishcissiekj]

Reposting some memes (most of the ones that don't suck) from my Insta meme acc (@yjisgay) bc some of them are still funny, Pt. 1.

I have like 70 I cherry-picked from my 188 posts over there so posting the, here in batches of 14-whatever I feel fits

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[wrecking]

i love my friends and family and support network but i'm not gonna lie i have ended up with some glaring missing spots in it and i'm so afraid of reaching out to new people that i'm just kinda resigning myself to figuring it out all by myself lol

[nerdie-faerie]

Thinking 'oh I'll be able to find my way, I used to live here' and immediately remembering I lived here in a pandemic and rarely went out is not a great start

[six-of-ravens]

today has not been as chill as I hoped, but at least everyone in the office agrees with me that Nightmare Client's "UX designer" is an idiot who has just completely overcomplicated their site to the point of unusability.

.....and that is backed up by the data, bc the client came to us angry bc their conversions have tanked and people keep abandoning their site. we can literally point and say "see, when you did X it caused a significant drop"

[polyhexian]

Cartoons messed people up on what rabies looks like. Ppl think of a rabid animal and assume it's always snarling and frothing at the mouth and ready to attack. Rabid animals can appear really friendly because they lose human fear and they might approach you supposedly looking for food. It might look like a deer stumbling in circles and limping and falling over as if it's injured and disoriented. Might looks like a fox repeatedly trying and failing to stumble to its feet and unable to pick its head up. Their brains are melting. They might seem angry but they might also seem confused or injured or in need. But if you try to help that injured crying fox you could end up getting bit by an animal that's basically already dead and then your brain will melt too

[necromancy-savant]

I got the medicine the other day but I haven't been able to start taking it because I drank Saturday until yesterday. I hate myself so much

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”