#js yapping

[kaithesillygoose]

guys please be cautious when giving the social outcast a chance because sometimes they are outcasts for a reason

[k0rnflakez]

CHOIR CONCERT WENT BETTER THAN EXPECTED! I stayed to wait for her after school and sat in a stairwell for 1 1/2 hours….oop! BUT HELPPP I WAS FIRST TO WALK OUT AND I DIDNT KNOW WHERE TO START GOING UP ON THE RISER😭😭😭 (yes i wore this fit to school all day)

[ieatshovels]

so. i have been getting into crk. let's make one big yapping post about it for the people in the back, front, left, right, up, down, center of hell, etc. who don't care!!!!! my top cookies (as in i love them. not my strongest) golden cheese cookie black lemonade cookie shining glitter cookie shadow milk cookie parfait cookie bassist cookie rockstar cookie fig cookie strawberry mint cookie or sum what's her name? stuff i ship!! idk if i see a cool post i'll ship it for the post. i am a shadowvanilla enjoyer though. oh but if i see goldencheese i will block you i hate goldencheese why would you ship that my queen does not deserve that. ocs!!!!!!! i gyatt two of 'em!!! strawberry lemonade cookie (blc's sibling, enby she/they) and garlic cheese cookie (centaur cookie, half cat, she/her). strongest idiots!!! golden cheese cookie, shadow milk cookie, white lily cookie, alchemist cookie, black pearl cookie, moonlight cookie, etc. and im not joking abt alchemist. she is very strong. i hate her. ermmm stuff i like to yap abt!!!!!!

golden cheese cookie!!! my wife real <333333 i love her i'd do anything!!! currently she's my strongest cookie (i got so excited when i awoke her she's so pretty!!!!) i gyatt gcc, smc, blc and sgc on my wall!!! gonna put the rest of my faves up there too though, prolly tmrw!! my kingdom is gonna look so cool soon chat!!!! 65% is water rn because i have only finished the smc and gcc sections but once i figure out who to make sections for it'll be done!!!

please ask me about like anything crk related!!! i love yapping!!! 'specially my ocs!!!!!!!

[innorality]

I saw you headcanoned luffy as a breeding enthusiast.... Can we get more thots on that? ^^

cw // cumming early, unprotected, mention of "filling you up" lol, not proofread

luffy is most likely a family man... I can't explain it but I feel it

so of course when he's fucking you he just can't bear the feeling of that thin piece of plastic that he begrudgingly wrapped around his head just because you asked him to and that stops him from cumming inside and filling you up like he has always dreamed of, silently swearing to himself that the next time he gets to fuck you, he's going to do it raw.

and that he does, as soon as you tell him that you've been on the pill and that you're ready to go raw. you barely got the time to get undressed before he pounced on you, kissing you everywhere while pressing himself against you. hickey and small bite marks could be found everywhere on your body, and as soon as he got a taste of the proof of your approval to all this, poor luffy went ballistic :(

he made sure to prep you correctly, eating you out like his life depended on it while fingering and stretching your sticky walls.

and when the time came, he was impatient to feel your insides touch his bare cock for the first time. and when it did, he trusted once, twice, and before you even knew it, he was painting you insides white, shooting long ropes of cum inside of you while moaning and whimpering as loud as his vocal chords allowed him to.

and of course, knowing luffy, you knew that this first orgasm of his wasn't the last, and he knew it too, because when he whispered lowly "I can finally fill you up for real.." in your ear, his dick suddenly twitched back to life, and you knew that you were in for a wild night.

[soangelbaby]

HELP.....why did i just think of clark shopping for victoria's secret and thinking abt you in it but also being a clumsy farmboy bc there's so many people in the store he gets confused why everyone's looking at him weird LMFAOOO and he's just staring at the bombshell bra's like they owe him some money

omgg !!!!! yesssss !!!!

i can seriously imagine you sending him to probably just pick up your online order, but as soon as he steps in, he’s flustered !!!! bonus if it’s packed bc i literally used to work there and pls its always packed during the holidays

like his tall ass towering over everything and everyone, just awkwardly standing in line, hands shoved in his jean pockets, lips pressed into a straight line, as he tries to focus on the cashier ahead but his eyes cant help but scan the room, taking in every single detail, every little piece of lingerie, imagining what you would look good in, his eyes land on a set. soft, baby pink with delicate lace. he can almost picture you wearing it. that image hits him harder than he expected. he knows how you’d look, how the fabric would hug your curves, how you’d move with such ease, and suddenly, the air feels thick. he has to swallow, forcing the image out of his head, and the girls in the store? giggling, whispering, “can you imagine him buying lingerie? bet it’s for a girlfriend, right?”

the girls in the store are waiting for his reaction. will he laugh it off? will he blush? will he try to make a joke to hide the awkwardness? his face is so stiff, so serious, they almost want him to crack a smile, anything to break the tension. they’re watching so closely that they don’t miss a single movement, and when the woman in front of him moves aside, he takes a quick step toward the counter, trying to look casual but failing miserably. eyes glancing quickly at the cashier who’s smiling a little too knowingly, reaching behind her to grab the pink bag. the bag that’s holding your lingerie—whatever it is that you picked out online, and that clark, a little out of breath, is now picking up for you. it feels absurd, but there’s something about it that gets his heart racing.

his thoughts run wild as he watches the bag swing from his hand. is the lingerie something soft and sweet, or bold and daring? does it have lace or silk? does it match the way you make him feel—carefree, bold, seductive? every detail he thought about as he looked through the store comes rushing back, giggling and whispering behind him fade into the background, and all he can think about is the smile you’ll have when you see him walk through your door, handing you that bag like it’s some big reveal.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

in another universe, leo & piper were children of hermes and grew up together as half-siblings at camp half-blood

[touyafootfetish]

he’s looking more like he did when he was a kid 🩵

[bodythieves]

shane mccutcheon x you | cw: intox!makeout, slight fingering?, dirty talk-ish | stoner!shane, neighbor!shane, anxious!reader (is that how i label this shit?)

THIS IS RLY LONG!

okay, okay. let's be honest here: you are not one for change. you are not one to break out of your routine, one to sway from your typical path. no, rather, you are steadfast in every moment of your day, to an absolute t. some of your friends like to tease you until your skin feels hot, and you look down at your feet. you have a google calendar (your lord and savior) and a prescription for an unnamed anxiety medication that you'd-rather-not-talk-about.

and shane. oh, god, shane mccutcheon. shane was your neighbor in a shitty LA apartment, a hairstylist/absolute fucking menace. every other day, she's sitting on the stoop, feet flat on the ground and elbows on her knees, a cigarette dangled between her lips. she'd smile, check you out- go to say something. but you- being you, of course- would quickly swing open the and duck inside.

today was particularly awful for you, though. your therapist had broken up with you. he was moving to a new practice, they didn't accept your insurance, and you had just gotten so comfortable. remember how we made it known that you weren't great with change? the smallest thing could make you itch. make you feel as if you had lost everything, like it all was over. so, understandably, you were having a meltdown inwardly that you couldn't let out until you reached the sanctuary of your one bedroom apartment and closed that manager's-special, white door. except you wouldn't be doing that, no. not now. because you felt your face betray you as you neared the pathway that led to the glass vestibule of the apartment complex. there she was.

"oh, look," she snorts softly through her nostrils, her lips quirking up into a smile upon seeing your own (even if it was microscopic). she had just sat down to smoke as you neared, her lithe frame hunched over as she picked through a paper cigarette pack. "didn't know you were able to do that." tracking shane's movements, your eyes followed the brunette as her slender fingers plucked out a cigarette, and brought it to that smug grin.

"I've smiled at you before." you said this far quicker than you would've liked to. quick enough that shane could tell you were already nervous. your paces brought you to the cement set of steps before the vestibule, the glass reflecting a soft glare from the setting LA sun. as you came closer, you let your gaze drift over her. shaggy brown hair, a charming disposition- definitely was trying to make you laugh. you cleared your throat, then looked back at Shane's cigarette before she lit it. "do you.. care if i bum one of those?"

um, who the fuck is that? why are you asking for a cigarette right now? oh, that’s right. you were being you when faced with uncomfortable amounts of difference in your typical day-to-day life. your therapist dumped you, your job is mundane, your family is incessantly nagging you, your anxiety is never-

“oh?” shane perked up, the filter of her cigarette now between her teeth as she smiled, rather than her lips. dark green eyes sparkled playfully, but her brows pushed up in an attempt to feign sympathy. she could tell you were feeling off today. after all, you were speaking. “yeah, sure, of course,” she said, fingering open the back with her thumb and taking a look. something about shane’s voice sounded so teasing. as if she wanted to sound like she’d take care of you, like she was worried. her left hand moved up to pull the cigarette from her teeth and her tongue darted out to wet the corner of her lip. A small tsk could be heard from her. “mm.. I only got my lucky left. you don’t care to share, do you?”

you were gonna faint. you were gonna fall over, die, cream your fucking pants. yeah, of course, you thought shane was hot before. why else would you avoid her every time she tried to holler at you? you couldn’t handle that. like we established earlier- you’re a hazard when your schedule is disturbed. but now? right here, standing just a couple feet away from a shane, engaging in conversation, breaking your perfectly time-alotted pattern? the thing that kept you distracted from all the shit of your daily experience? you’d never seen anything hotter.

you felt your body begin moving against your will, sitting down beside shane without missing a beat. your feet became brutus, your mind julius, crying why! you too?! you’re betraying me! as you turn and allow the backs of your sneakers to hit the cement step, lowering yourself down. part of it was definitely to show yourself off to shane. at least a little bit. if you were going to deter from your repetitive habits, why not be a little risky? flirt a little? on the other, you just needed to know that another person was real. what better proof is proximity? “yeah, that’s cool,” your voice is quiet as you take in the sight of shane so close and in such pretty light, your nerves absolutely eating at you.

her lighter was lime green and struggled to spark at first. instinctively, you reach out. you cup your hand around the lighter and use your fingers to hide shane’s cigarette. smoke curls from her nose and she pulls her face away, pinching her brows together as the cigarette began to spark. nodding a silent thank you for your assistance. hush sounds of burning paper, then a cloud of smoke, exhaled through the woman’s nose- you begin to forget. why had you never really spoken to her before? why do you avoid interaction like this?

“well,” shane mumbled from the butt of the cigarette, more smoke leaving her nose. “you have a pretty smile.”

you and shane sit in a friendly silence for a moment, but it’s quickly changing. you can feel that shane is checking you out. of course she is- you’re insanely cute. with high features that are just soft enough, making you so easily approachable. if only you weren’t an anxiety attack on legs! taking a glance at her, you can feel your heart pick up motion in your chest, thrumming inside of your work uniform. shane puts her fingers to her lips and pulls the cigarette away with her thumb and forefinger.

“you smoke weed?” you asked her, raising your eyebrow. your fingers moved, taking the cigarette between your own thumb and finger.

“uh,” she said, starting to let out a chuckle. “i mean, yeah. why?”

“you hold it like you’re smoking a joint.”

“hm,” shane smirked a little, letting you take the cigarette from between her fingers. “do you smoke?”

you shrug a little, taking a slow pull from the dart of tobacco, letting the thick smoke hit your throat and sit for a second. it had been a long time since you’d had one, and it always felt so right when you needed it. “sometimes,” you said, still holding your drag in your throat. “gives me bad anxiety on occasion. try to steer away from it.”

“damn,” shane’s green eyes rake over the side of your face, taking in your features as you blew out a faint stream of smoke. “you think this could be one of your sometimes?”

you pass the cigarette back, turning your head slightly to the left so you can look at shane. a sheepish expression crosses your lips and you mull over the thought. but only for a minute.

“yeah. honestly, i could probably use it.” what was a little more change? what was a little more anxiety? at this point, neither could push you any further than you already were. your response to shane’s question caused the brunette to smirk around the filter of the cigarette, and she nodded as she exhaled. you two sat for a few minutes after, sharing the smoke. there weren’t really any words spoken, but the lack of conversation was made up for in exchanged glances. you took a final drag of the cigarette, then dropped it on the ground and used the toe of your shoe to step it out.

simultaneously, you and shane stood on your feet from the stoop of the apartment complex. you looked her over- taking in her tall and dangly frame, hidden beneath a dark gray zip up and loose jeans, hanging from her hips. her shaggy hair was flippy and chopped, a small blonde tuft in the back. she was.. god, she was actually so cute. you looked away for a second, remembering that you were about to join her. upstairs. in her apartment. and smoke weed. with hot cheeks, you turned on your sneaker and moved on to the cement steps, pacing towards the glass door and slipping your key inside. shane’s presence was looming. literally. you felt her come up behind you and grab ahold of the metal frame just above your head, pulling it open wider so you could get in.

christ, you thought. you were betraying everything you knew: routine, mundanity, consistency. to go hang out with your neighbor who brought home new girls every other night, who smoked out the whole complex, who always smiled at you when she saw you. fuck, fuck, fuck- sneakers, both yours and shane’s, lightly thudded on the linoleum steps of the apartment hallway, bouncing off walls. jeez, focus long enough, you were certain you could hear your heartbeat echo back to you. oh, god, oh, god, oh, god- you stand behind shane, she leads you into her apartment. messy, disorganized, totally not you. you are well kept, you are neat, you are- totally about to jump this woman’s bones. you realize this as Shane sits down on her futon, legs spread wide, her lap just begging for you to come sit on it. oh, god. fuck. oh, god, oh-

“fuck,” you breathed out. you’d had to have been holding that in forever, lungs burning and eyes clenched tight. your head fell back on to the arm of shane’s futon and you could’ve sworn that this was all just a dream. that joint was either insanely strong, or you were losing time because of your previously high levels of anxiety and tension. ‘relax’- she had whispered to you, just before this heated session- ‘let me take care of you. i know what i’m doing, swear. only if you want me to.’ of course you wanted to. to deny that would be an absolute lie.

you feel shane’s breath fan against your neck, the sensation warm and all-consuming. her nose pushing against your jaw and nestling below your ear, soft lips brushing along your skin, ringed fingers slipped up your shirt and ghosted her fingers over your naval, teasing gently at a metal piercing that lay in the skin. her smile could be felt against your neck and she reared back, leaning on to the heels of her feet with a playful grin. her eyes sparkled and she pulled the hem of your shirt up with her right hand, then moved her left from the back of the futon. that hand made its sneaky way to your thigh, pushing your knee into the futon’s black fabric.

“that’s cute.”

“yeah?”

“oh, for sure. you.. got another one?”

“no,” you murmur shakily. you suddenly wished you had more. wished you’d succumbed to those thoughts of impulsivity that rushed through your brain when your spiraled out of control. you thought, for a moment, it would’ve made you more attractive. but… it seemed like shane didn’t mind it. she dropped your shirt and brought that right hand to her mouth, running her thumb and forefinger over her chin. her left then took hold of your black slacks, the uniform for your job, her forefinger hooking into a belt loop.

“that’s okay,” she said, looking at you through her lashes, letting her hand fall as she spoke. “you’d look really good with some more.”

you can’t do this any longer you are losing grip now. you shift your hips desperately, the futon squeaking annoyingly beneath you, but you brush it off. your nerves are shot, you’re insanely horny, you need to get this shit out of your system. “shane,” you mumble lowly, trying to get her attention. you succeed.

but first, she cracks that teeth-rotting smile. the one just sweet enough to make your mouth hurt, and sexy enough to make you sick. then, she does it. she leans in again, and you are full on making out. no longer just slowly kissing, clouded in a smoky haze, kisses tasting of resin and cigarettes. her lips are so soft, her fingers nimble and dexterous as they cup the small of your back. she pulls you. up, into a sitting position, and wraps her palm around the nape of your neck to hold you there. the hand that had pulled you shifted once more as shane lay back on to the futon, and you went right with her. she was handling you. not forcibly, no, but gently, enough to just guide you.

and seeking a safety net in your crumbling control, you let her. you slid into position, right in shane’s lap like you’d wanted to be in the first place. perfect. hanging your head low, you pushed down against your neighbor’s lap and felt yourself rush with a specific heat you only experienced when you knew you weren’t supposed to be doing something. foreheads pushed together, lips a breath apart, you closed the gap. your hands brace the sides of shane’s head and your knuckles nearly turn white from how hard you grasp on to the wooden frame.

shane’s kiss is absolutely filthy. she’s licking, drawing your mouth open as if it were a profound cavern she was in dire need to explore, pulling air from your lungs. you aren’t sure how you’re still feeling at this point, but a trace of shane’s touch runs down across your belly button piercing again and pulls at the button of your slacks. expertly, her lips never once stop moving as the plastic black button pops and she teases down your zipper.

you. oh, you have never been so hungry. you were starving. fuck schedules. fuck routine, to hell with repetition. what was it for anyway? to be comfortable? being comfortable never brought you into situations like this. without thinking, one of your hand relents from the frame and rushes to grab shane’s hand, pushing at her wrist so her fingers would cup just above your underwear, palm right over your pubis. you hadn’t shaved in awhile. though you were tidy, you hadn’t had any in awhile. shane liked it though. you could tell based on how she smiles against your mouth.

words no longer suffice. you clench violently around nothing, your need so heavy that you feel your pulse in the depths of your center. shane pulls away only for a moment to gaze into your eyes as she pulls the fabric of your slacks just slightly past your hips. enough to where she can push your underwear to the side and tuck her fingers against your warm skin, and enough to watch you react.

“you..” shane nearly moans out the word. “you’re.. stupid wet right now.” her brows turn up and she parts her lips, leaning forward on to futon so she could be closer to you. her fingers moved. and you’d never felt something so good. silver rings, soft fingertips, hands that knew what they were doing. you shuddered and jerked, nearly squealing as she ran her thumb over your clit. she looked like she was about to worship you. like she was ready to pray to you. she was so adorable, somehow.

“yeah,” there’s hardly anything but desire behind your voice now. “yeah, i.. i told you-“ you grunt and jerk your hips.

just as Shane’s fingers begin to move in circles, your eyes flutter shut and you begin rocking your hips.

“i needed that joint.”

shane hums out a low chuckle and nods her head. her thumb leaves your clit for only a moment. brushing south and rubbing along your entrance, she eases the truth from your lips.

“i hoped it would end with this, too.” you tone was airy, so overwhelmed with need that you could hardly hear yourself speak.

and just like that, how the truth did set you free. shane’s lips met yours and she kissed you so slowly. lips locked passionately, as if she were thirsty and the only refreshing thing was your kiss. her fingers moved back to your clit, stroking and pushing in motions that rounded your hood with horrifying ease. this was too good. this was great. this was perfect.

you were never going to stick to routine ever again.

notes: okay that’s it im done Im so sorry to lead up so much to barely anything at all but. BUT I GOT NERVOUS. ANYWAY HERE’S THIS IM TAGGING @thestarkillers bc ik they love shane the way i do and this is for them ok bai ALSO i wrote the second half of this drunk. enjoy!

[sapphicgrafikk]

why are so many radqueers in the proship tags? like, genuine question. it’s so hard to filter out radqueers in this community. it’s like we’ve merged together? I’m sure there must be other proshippers that’re anti-radqueer. But we swarm eachothers tags, for some reason. I don’t get it.

[purpld-raccoon]

Found the most canon compliant fic and most in character dialouge/thoughts for House md. the science is accurate + creepy. It has House hallucinating and in sm pain plus being insane. And hilson basically causes the apocalypse because they're so deep in denial. Did I mention it's 78k words with fifteen chapters. I am being well fed with this fic and im only on ch7!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52882186/chapters/133763086

PLEASSE READ IT 🙏🙏🙏 ITS SO PEAK

[aofikofi]

hi, here's the work I was talking about earlier!! it is, quite unfortunately, 4k words of rather tender smut. what can I say—your art is so good that it moves others to the point of creation 😭

(regarding the post, would it also be possible to link to your post in the end notes, with full credits of course?)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60483346

WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ANON THIS IS SO GOOD OMG....!!!!!!! im so;;;; woawie thank you omfg im fhdbfbshfhshfbsh YESSS YOU CAN PUT MY POST ON THE NOTES SUREE :D

omg funfact lol actually i was already reading the fic midway and thought huh these scenes felt familiar and remembered abt your anon ask some weeks ago so i ran to my inbox and it really was based on my art thats so funny lmao

BUT ANYWAYS THIS IS SO GOOD ANON WAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH you developed it to so much more omfg...... seawatt getting tormented w his dreams r so... yeahhhh.... AND THE TURN TABLES????? EVBO DAMNNN.....

also anon actually... talking abt the gag one, little did you know ive actually drawn evbo w a headband mouth gag a while ago that ive js never posted on here bc i forgor abt it lmao so congrats for unlocking this secret(?) art

but lowk yeah omg i didnt think of putting the headband thing on a diff character omg your brain anon..... im sorry for the many yappings the point is i LOOOOVEEEEEE this fic and will hold it dear to me forever <3<3<3 tyyy

[telugxrl13]

edit: THE LAST BUTTON IS MY BUTTON WHY ARE YALL CLICKING THAT

[brodyfoxxsmassivetits]

meant to work on literally anything but instead drew a dubiously shmibibically accurate angle Eduardo.. sure whatev

strange creature... strange weeping.. sad... grieving creature

idk why he's like that I just draw

[chainlxnk]

this was js so interesting to me

[innorality]

cw // dracryphilia, spanking, edging, overstim

drooling over the thought of suguru with dracryphilia... he just loves to wipe those fat and heavy tears away from your cheeks as you sob because of the overwhelming pleasure he's making you endure... and of course he doesn't make it easier for you because as soon as he notices that your pretty crystal tears have stopped spilling, he resorts to spanking. sometimes your ass, sometimes your cunt... depends on where his hand lands on first ^.^ and of course he doesn't stop there—he often edges you to tears, or other times does the complete opposite and overstimulates you to a breaking point.

he just loves to see you shaking and begging while those pretty tears of yours keep overspilling from your now unfocused eyes <3