#safe tool

[luetta]

[ghouljams]

So who’s a proper munch?

a proper munch? As in the old school definition of it?

Ghost. Ghost will eat you out for his own enjoyment, will jack off thinking about eating you out, will swipe the juice off his cock just to lick his fingers clean of you. The man will live and die by pussy, and he'll be happier for it. If this man never had to use his cock he'd be happier for it, but for some reason you keep whining and beggin' so he can't say no to fucking you.

Not that the others don't enjoy eating you out, but it's often a preview of the main event. Sure they're excited to get you off, but they're stroking their cock thinking about fucking you, not tasting you.

[science-lings]

I feel like ppl focus on Bruce training the robins to kick ass from a young age when that’s definitely not all that was. He had to teach them field medicine and how to pick locks and sneak around silently and how to notice things, sure he taught them how to hit things with sticks of multiple sizes, but he also taught them how to grapple around and land from a fall.

They probably had intimidation lessons and interrogation lessons and sessions where they just meditated for hours straight. They’re taught how to calm down civilians and to train their voices to sound different in costume and so many things that would make them the most terrifying children to live with.

Bruce is actively training them to be good at bothering him because they like trying out their new espionage skills at Galas and trying to sneak around him while he’s asleep to prank him.

When we think of training to be Robin it’s easy to think of sparring and gymnastics equipment when it’s fun to remember the other parts of it. Some days Bruce would probably just give the kids a Hunt a Killer box and a time limit.

[glitchdollmemoria]

please can we stop describing bigots as delusional. please. im so fucking tired. someone being sucked into a hate group surrounded by others who believe minorities should be oppressed and encouraging them to believe in conspiracy theories that the rest of the group believes, is fundamentally different from someone having a mental illness that causes delusions.

delusions, by definition, cannot be explained by things like cultural background - such as having a belief constantly reinforced by intentional attempts to rationalize it for the sake of maintaining power over minorities. yes, someone can be both delusional and a bigot, and yes conspiracy theories can feed into delusions, but the two are not fucking synonymous.

i did not spend my teen years convinced that i was being stalked by demons just to hear so many of you people equate my disability with incel behavior and genocidal propaganda. stop reinforcing harmful connotations about mental health struggles.

[tashedpotatoes]

He's one of my favorite characters, I love him AAARGWGEGSH /p 💙💙

Silly Doey doodle I drew :D

I used a lasso tool to draw this btw!!

[shaken-veil]

My evil boy only smiles for Hans <3

[activatebutterflyshield]

[peachblossom-odyssey]

Fic idea, Sinestro learning about how dependent humans are on touch when Hal (who has been running himself ragged and hasn’t been touched in weeks) is getting snippier and brattier until Sinestro finally snaps and pins him full body to the wall to growl in his face. It’s intended as a threat but he’s more than a little surprised when Hal immediately melts into the touch, eyes going a little glassy, and even wraps his arms around him for a tight hug. He doesn’t understand why Jordan is reacting this way to a threat, especially if korugarians have different ideas about physical touch, so Hal has to try and explain it to him while clinging to Sinestro like an octopus, just refusing to let go, taking in as much warmth and contact as he can.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

peoples perspectives on age gaps have been rotted fr even if u were seeing a 33 yr old that’s ur business tf that gotta do w me lol

To be honest I totally get the concern and see how this could easily give way to a power imbalance especially since he’s not just a 33 year old man but a 33 year old lawyer who immediately postured like taking me out and buying me gifts is the way to my heart lol - but tbh I think I owe myself being a little messy and trust myself to be smart enough to extricate myself from a genuinely harmful situation

[getobitchs]

Lying To Yourself If You Think We’re Fine - G. S.

✧.* content warning: angst (like usual)

✧.* w/c : 935

✧.* n/a : this is the shit I think about at 1am fr, inspired by moms sabrina

✧.* tagline : @sugurus-thoughts ;

“You’re confused and I’m upset.”

₊ ⊹ 🫐 ✧ ˚i

It all started with Gojo Satoru’s signature charm, the kind that made it easy to ignore the red flags waving in the distance.

He wasn’t the most emotionally intuitive person — that much was clear from the beginning.

“I know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed.”

It was part of his charm, you’d tell yourself. His carefree attitude, his inability to take anything too seriously. It kept him lighthearted when the world was unbearably heavy, and for a while, you appreciated it.

But over time, that same obliviousness that drew you in started to wear on you. You’d pour your heart out, trying to reach him, and he’d respond with a distracted smile or a half-hearted, “What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”

We had sex, I met your best friends.

It had started out as fun, lighthearted and easy. Gojo had introduced you to his world with no hesitation.

“Geto, Shoko—meet my new favorite person,” he’d said, grinning as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Geto had raised an eyebrow, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “Satoru’s favorite person? That’s quite the title.”

You’d laughed, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your cheeks. For a while, being with Gojo felt like you were part of something bigger.

But as much as you tried to believe in his sincerity, there was always a nagging doubt in the back of your mind.

I don’t hear a word ’til your guilt creeps in.

And then, the pattern began.

When things got too close, too real, he pulled away. It would start with a missed text, a canceled plan. Then days would stretch into weeks, the silence between you growing heavier with every passing moment.

Until finally, his guilt would pull him back.

“Hey,” he’d text, the word so soft, so casual, like he hadn’t left you hanging on the edge of uncertainty. And like clockwork, you’d let him back in.

We were going right, then you took a left.

Left me with a lot of shit to second guess.

You tried to tell yourself it was normal, that relationships weren’t always perfect. But every time things felt stable, he’d throw you off balance again.

One day he was all in — laughing with you, holding you like you were his entire world. The next, he was cold, distant, unreachable.

“Do you even want this?” you’d asked him one night, your voice barely above a whisper.

His response had been a shrug, followed by a deflective joke that made your heart ache.

Guess I’ll waste another year on wondering if.

If that was casual, then I’m an idiot.

The more time you spent with Gojo, the more you questioned yourself. You hated the power he had over you, the way he could make you feel like the most important person in his life one moment and an afterthought the next.

“Do I mean anything to you?” you’d asked once, your voice trembling under the weight of your insecurities.

He’d looked at you like you’d asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “Of course, you do,” he’d said, and for a moment, you believed him.

Lying to yourself if you think we’re fine.

You’re confused and I’m upset.

You wanted so badly to believe that the two of you could work, but the cracks were impossible to ignore. Gojo’s avoidance, his inability to talk about anything serious, his constant retreat into his own world — it was suffocating.

“Why can’t we ever just talk about this?” you’d asked one night, frustration spilling out of you.

But he’d only shrugged, brushing you off like he always did.

All the silence just makes it worse, really.

’Cause it leaves you so top of mind for me.

The silence between you was deafening. Every time he left, he took a piece of you with him, and every time he came back, you let him in.

You hated how much space he took up in your mind, how his absence seemed louder than his presence ever was.

We never talk about how you found God at your ex’s house.

Always made sure that the phone was face down.

You didn’t want to believe the rumors at first, but the signs were impossible to ignore. The phone always face down. The late nights with no explanation. The way he’d flinch whenever you asked where he’d been.

When you finally confronted him, he didn’t deny it.

“You’re overthinking this,” he’d said, his tone so dismissive it made your chest tighten.

“Am I?” you shot back. “Because it feels like I’m the only one thinking about this at all.”

“Seems like overnight, I’m just the bitch you hate now.”

The change was sudden, like flipping a switch. One day he was teasing you, kissing you, pulling you into his orbit. The next, he was cold, distant, treating you like you were the problem.

It was like he’d decided overnight that you weren’t worth his time anymore. And the worst part was, you couldn’t even figure out why.

We never talk it through.

How you guilt-tripped me to open up to you.

Then you logged out, leaving me dumbfounded, ooh.

You replayed every conversation, every moment you’d let yourself be vulnerable with him. You’d let him in, trusted him with parts of yourself you didn’t share with anyone else.

And he’d taken that trust and left you with nothing but silence.

You wanted to scream, to demand answers, to make him feel even a fraction of the pain he’d caused you. But every time you tried, the words caught in your throat.

And Gojo? He was already gone.

[kirby-the-gorb]

[defensive-tactics]

Carjackers can be defeated... just a few ways to foil a carjacker... I'm sure you can think of more.

[moldspace]

your wood sculptures have me absolutely obsessed and i would love to take a crack at the medium, but i have NO idea where to start. Any tips youd be willing to share out?

i use a scroll saw and poplar wood (a little nicer to work with than pine but still affordable and easy to cut) and honestly i would recommend watching a lot of youtube videos! there are a lot of people out there making videos of their woodwork and explaining how to get different shapes and cuts done. a big thing with the scroll saw is it's hard to make tight turns, so rounded edges are way easier to create than sharp corners. invest in some good sandpaper and some replacement blades because you WILL break them, and be safe with regards to hand placement! i think that's about all the insight i've got, haha.

[yyprompts]

#18 🌙❤️🤍

seductive? minors dni

"A-ha...why do your eyes keep trailing down to my body?" / "You're not dumb, take a guess."

"The weather is just right, the timing is just right...I think I'd be an idiot to refuse your offer."

"It's hard not to get tense around you, stop acting like you didn't already notice."

"I wanna trace every vein on your body tonight..."

"Now's a time as good as ever, right, baby?"

"What a shame, looks like you're going to have to stay the night at my place."

"If you tease me one more time, I will tackle you." / "But teasing you is the fun part."

"It's happening again. You're making me hot out of nowhere, and not even trying to."

"You might be a playboy, but that doesn't mean I can't have fun messing you up too."

"You're too good to me, let me repay the favor once, will you?"

[archivistofnerddom]

Rex is extra-susceptible to Omega’s pleading puppy dog eyes whenever she deploys them on him. He doesn’t know why this happens, especially since they have varying effects on the rest of the Batch.

Echo will never admit to any coaching.

[shitty-proendo-blackout-posts]

! STILL PRO ENDO !