#it’s stale

[cherry-pop-elf]

Time To Rant About Weasley Bashing!

Because it’s Ew sorry not sorry

Warnings: Me ranting about Weasley bashing/Ron Bashing and etc etc. Viewer Discretion Is Advised

Ight. Ok. Here’s the deal. Shit keeps jumping on my feed about anti Weasley content/showing up whenever I’m reading fanfiction, and I just gotta rant about it for a hot second. Because holy shit, there is clearly some Classim going on. Like bro what the fuck

Why is it in basically any Anti/Bashing Weasley fic, the thing that makes them the bad guy is them being money hungry? Are you guys scared of poor people or something?! Why is it always centered around them being money hungry?! Like, you guys. Like Jesus Christ this is a very painful trend to witness

And don’t get me started on Ron. In every Draco x Hermione fic, why is he like some abusive monster? Why can’t the setting be where they like mutually break up? Or just ya know, it’s not a topic at all??? Like we don’t see Draco cheating or being abusive to his wife to hook up with Hermione. Or Harry doing that to Ginny for Luna x Ginny stuff! Like what is yalls problem with the Weasleys????

I know I know. I’m just ranting and screaming, and it’s media. Anyone is free to write what they want. But don’t you think it’s a really weird trend that whenever there is bashing on the Weasleys, they make them money hungry manipulating rich scum bags??? Like you can make someone unlikable with out just making that their trope. Like go on. Go into a Weasley Bashing tag for fanfics

Come back to me when you find fics where Ron isn’t some kind of abusive, cheating, dumb, slob, child minded, man baby. Or the Weasleys aren’t like secretly rich and want Harry’s money.

I know it’s such a nit pick, but Jesus Christ people. Why do you have to make them such gross scum bags in order to have your ‘fairy tale ever after’ for Hermione and Draco? Like it’s like you can’t have that, unless you make Ron worse. Like Draco is better by default

I can go on for hours. I’m so sick of anti Weasley stuff crossing my dash, when it’s not even tagged that shit. I have enough shit in my life to deal with. Let me just enjoy my red heads in peace

You can hate them all you want, but at least properly tag man. Or, ya know, be a bit more original if you wanna write shit like that. Because Jesus Christ

Rant over, for now. Ugh. Guess Finals and my Fibro and my Stupid Piano Teacher is really starting to fuck with me. Just lemme enjoy my Blorbos man. Come on

[garrettrulefivewhitlock]

Chiefs better miss the playoffs this season I am being so fucking for real 

[planetsandmagic]

innocence

[mildcrow]

sketchy veggie laois before bed 🥕

[amberkendslacy]

Jonathan Harker ordering his breakfast with a side of paprika

[poohbea]

After a long day, Sukuna finds you on the bed reading, in nothing but your panties on. Whether you intend to be or not, you’re a fucking temptation, the walking drug to his never ending addiction.

Your laughter sounds when he lays kisses upon your face, your lips — soft and sweet — your neck, lower, lower, till he finds solace between your thighs. His breath is steady, hot against your clothed cunt.

“My perfect girl.” He exhales, tongue laving a pressured strip over the cotton, spit soaking though it just as your arousal does the longer he teases you. With your hips unable to keep still, and those thighs of yours threatening to close, he takes it as his cue to tear the troublesome barrier right through the middle. You gasp at the sound of ripping fabric, book now long forgotten in the ruffled bedsheets at your side. “Mine.” His growl is low, but given the silence blanketing the room it’s audible enough for you to let out a whine-filled sigh, one that carries your pleas, your desire, your longing. All of it in one simple breath.

When his lips finally envelop your aching clit the scene that unfolds is much like the picture you'd sent him earlier in the day. Your back arched prettily as his tongue dips between your folds and past your entrance. Your taste flooding his senses almost entirely, and he'd have it no other way. Your head lolls back, mouth agape in a broken moan and he draws you closer — impossibly so — holding your thighs apart, pinning them to your chest while he devours you as if he'd been starving himself for weeks.

“That's right, princess. Fuck my tongue, let me hear how good you feel.” The glow of his eyes illuminates the softness of your skin — already moulded perfectly in his hands — a tell tale sign of exactly what it is you do to him. You drive him mad. Always leading him here, on his knees, ready to witness the syllables of his name falling from your lips.

“Kuna!” You moan, hands cupping your tits as you fail to squirm in his grasp. “Kuna!” There it is again, breathier, more high pitched. It precedes the gradual tightening of your walls, his fingers replacing his tongue, pads of the index and middle finding that perfect spot that has your own digits carding through his hair. “Sukuna!” There it is. That scream of ecstasy. The pulsing of your cunt around his fingers. A drug that overtakes him entirely.

He's rooted to that place between your thighs, tongue lapping at your clit as you come down in an array of staggered breaths. “Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” He groans, contently driving you into overstimulation, ensuring that you continue to look like that picture. Or perhaps, he'll make you cum over and over and over again till you've got no choice but to stay like that for the remainder of his time with your perfect cunt.

[essektheylyss]

Mighty Nein 🤝 Bells Hells

being awkwardly invited into Essek's home in pursuit of experimental magic to help out a party member who uncomfortably mirrors the form of an enemy that once murdered her to send a message... and offered stale baked goods.

[mayvette]

“bonnibel bubblegum” plot summary

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Currently thinking about Alpha Eddie having a sweet smell instead of a typical musky “Alpha” spell. Like that boy smells like a bowl of stale m&m’s and Steve is obsessed. Steve is constantly buried in his neck, scenting him every chance he gets. He’s constantly behind Eddie, arms wrapped around his middle and just sniffing. It gets to the point where Steve gets migraines if he goes too long without scenting Eddie. He’s a pathetic little omega, but not as pathetic as his Alpha who purposely wears his sweaters because he knows that if he wears them long enough his scent will be there for a long time. So not only can Steve where his sweaters, the only ones that feel right against his skin, but he can also go around smelling his alpha constantly. (Then when they have their own pups, their pups smell just as sweet and it’s very common to see Steve smelling their newborn babies head)

[catfindr]

[turrondeluxe]

Pizza that no longer tastes the same.

Day #7 Pizza and #8 Melancholy for #TMNTTOBER on twt!

[girl-archie]

society sadly was not ready for any of the riverdale actors to be in the barbie movie... no matter how perfectly they would've fit. kj apa was created in a lab to play a character made of plastic

[citroncynique]

c'mere babygirl~

[candycatstuffs]

Tails got a little too used to living alone

[incognitopolls]

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