#sorry for basically reposting this :(

[t-u-i-t-c]

"I'm still worried about him."

[frenchonionsoop]

Made myself a youtube channel yippeee! Here's the YT link to the animatic I posted a couple hours ago

Going to be putting any bsd animations/animatics i make in future on here so stay tuned >:D Also the yt algorithm is awful so any interactions are highly appreciated 🙏

[paperbaldi]

PB journal would look something like this 🌼📔

He carries a journal whenever he goes. if he likes a place he visited he would describe it in the journal, maybe draw a doodle of a certain place he’s in. He also writes the things he has done in the day; even if it’s not important. For him is important, because is part of his life. For him is exciting to write stuff he has done in his day. Writing in the journal is part of his adventure.

[ninjasmudge]

does anyone know how to do threads on bluesky? 😭 its probably so simple but i dont wanna fuck it up. the image max is 4 but i wanna add another related one and i think a thread is the correct way to do that?

[yeyinde]

I still don't understand why we're stealing and reposting art and gifs without crediting the creator or using the original post? Like, why is this still a thing?? And the excuse of not being able to find the original/it was stolen by someone else first is so tiring when reverse image search exists

[fionacle]

Also I can’t find the Drawbauchery post this image is from, it’s like it just disappeared, can anyone help?

[c00kietin]

Because I'm dumb and I don't understand the difference between a reblog and a repost, but I read the rules… I'll just send here the art (or rather a gif.) in gratitude for subscribing to my blog, as I have already done to others.

WWEABHJJFSBAJJDMFBHHA THANJ YOU FOR THE GIFF AAAAA I LOVE IT 😭😭💖💖💖 u drew brittany so well :3

[pharawee]

[I've accidentally deleted the original post so if you think this is familiar then it's because I already posted this yesterday. Here's a reblog of the original along with some replies but I wanted a version of this in the tag as well. 🙏]

I can't help it. I just feel so sorry for the Joe that used to be a model and fell into a coma for two years and is now just... gone.

I probably shouldn't. He's no longer there after all, and hopefully he's moved on/reincarnated by now.

But seeing as (for some reason I still don't completely understand) Ming makes me incredibly uncomfortable and I consequently just don't get Joe (aka the only Joe we ever really learn about) AT ALL, i have to focus on something.

And that something is how this Joe is really just an empty vessel for "our" Joe to pour his himself into. There's really nothing left of him except for some short glimpses of Winner Tanatat in a mirror. I know, this is deliberate. The story just doesn't have time to focus on anything beyond Ming and Joe, and that's absolutely fine.

Yet here I am, almost in mourning over a character we know nothing about. Was he kind? Was he well liked? Did he have friends? What about his job? What happened to him? Surely he was close to his mother because there's no hesitation in her love at all and Joe uses her picture as his laptop wallpaper. Beyond that, there's nothing. No trace of him remains. Not even muscle memory.

And sure, there's always a possibility that if someone spends that long in a coma they're not expected to wake up from, they might unfortunately be forgotten by most. But no one came for Joe after he made a miraculous recovery either. No one reached out. It's like Joe isn't only gone but so is every single facet of his life as well.

And I find that almost unfair - almost rude of "our" Joe not to make merit for someone he owes his second chance to. As if Joe only ever existed so that another person could completely replace him.

There's other Thai BL where the premise is kind of similar.

[SPOILERS FOR CHAINS OF HEART]

There's an extra chapter in the Chains of Heart novel where it turns out that the original Peter Lue's ghost is still around, wondering what happened and why someone took over his life. He moves on only when he's reassured that the new Peter Lue doesn't mean any harm and will continue to honour and care for the things most dear to him.

[END OF SPOILERS]

More often than not the deceased's life or even the ghost's presence is honoured and merit is made in their name if any kind of relationship or connection persists. That the same thing doesn't happen here makes me sad - especially if they ever find "our" Joe's body and lay it to rest when the same courtesy is never extended to the other Joe.

I also feel like it lowers the stakes of the whole transmigration thing. If everything remains the same except for a handful of fleeting visual reminders, and everyone who counts almost immediately recognises "our" Joe's essence anyway, then what's the point? Where does that leave Joe the model?

[insomniac-ships]

Look. If you're into fucking Homestuck, I'm going to assume you're at least okay with some pretty fucked up shit being depicted in fiction.

[stick-by-me]

Vintage Japanese Sailor Moon Stickers 🌙

[lazylittledragon]

ok i have since blocked this person after receiving a very long (and honestly very upsetting) unsolicited trauma dump in my DMs, so i have to point out:

the problem was not using the word 'partner' as a gender neutral term (a more understandable argument, especially as the 'partner' is a trans character and it could be seen as misgendering?)

the problem they had was that the term 'my partner', 'their partner', '*name's* partner' etc is an inherently dehumanising phrase that normalises possession over your significant other and desensitises people to abusive patterns.

no this was not a joke

i am losing my entire shit right now, this single panel caused a nuclear disaster in my ig comments when someone said "halsin just saying 'astarion's partner' instead of his name feels icky"

which is such a fucking reach by itself but descended into this in about 5 seconds

[southerngothicaf]

If any of y'all are over on BlueSky i'm @xjaxxon.bsky.social. It's 99% political so if that's not ur vibe I would not suggest following me lmao

[bountyrisen]

Heads up note that I do plan on coming back to this blog, especially with Rebirth coming out in less than a week from the time of this post! There's already a LOT in the works regarding this blog's primary 7 canon, which is set in Remake, with @honorisen, but as said on my other blogs, please don't drop spoilers on either of us. We've both preordered the game, but Kasa is really busy offline and I prefer to take games like this slowly - It'll be a good month or two before we'll feel really grounded into the game and able to confidently change things around on the blogs like we already have plans to.

On the other hand, it's also safe to say this blog, like @shinrarisen, will not stay solely for FF7. While I have a LOT of work to do here and am currently working out how to reword things and the like, I'll also be adding a Genshin Impact verse and a couple totally original settings for both Lia and Cody, the former of which has been talked out quite a bit already with both my partners for it in Kasa and @waltzofphoenix, but still needs a little more tweaking before I can really add it. I'm looking forward to growing these verses alongside everything already on this blog, and I will be retaining my Remake-based canon as is for 7, as well. There's... Admittedly a LOT I need to do here, and I'll be getting to that in the coming weeks, as I can find the time (and focus!) to work things out with my partners and get them down. <3

Hope everyone enjoys Rebirth~! <3

~Pom

[heavens-whore]

SLOW HANDS

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You find Joel sitting out on the porch playing his guitar. You ask him to teach you some and he does, and he gives you a reward for each chord you get right.

A/N: This was inspired by the first pic in the collage, I saw it on this post. I wrote a little stream of thought repost on it but it deserved a full fic. @lowrisemiller Here’s the food you ordered! Enjoy !!

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public, cockwarming, lap sitting, riding, probably incorrect guitar terminology (sorry)

On warm nights, Joel liked to sit out on the porch. When nightmares kept him awake, or if he had drank his coffee a little too late and couldn’t sleep, it gave him a sense of comfort, a reminder of what his life used to be. That’s where you found him. Sitting on the bench he had made himself and plucking a melody you didn’t recognise on the strings of his guitar. The door creaked quietly on its hinges when you opened it to join him, and his eyes softened with tender affection when he turned to see you barefoot in your nightdress, standing in the doorway.

He moved the guitar to make space for you when you came to sit between his legs. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your temple before he trapped you close to him with the instrument over your lap.

‘Right where you belong.’ he murmured into your hair before continuing to pluck that unfamiliar tune again, his chest vibrating against your back as he hummed along. 

‘You keep saying you’re gonna teach me.’ After the song he was playing had come to an end you traced your fingers along the smooth wood of the instrument before turning your head to look up at him.

‘I will. You wanna learn now?’

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips, and he started to show you the basics. He showed you how to hold the neck, how hard to press down on the strings, and then he showed you the chords. He showed you the easier ones first, the ones you would remember easily, to prepare your inexperienced hands for the more difficult ones. 

‘This one’s a G chord.’

His fingers wrapped naturally around the neck of the guitar, then strummed the strings, creating a clear note that echoed through the warm evening air.

‘You wanna try?’

You let him take your hand, and he delicately positioned your fingers on the strings. What looked so simple for him was harder for your unpracticed hands, and your fingers stretched unnaturally to find the right placement. When you strummed the strings, the note was quieter and more blunt but still sounded the same as Joel’s.

‘This one’s hard.’ you mumbled.

‘Yeah? S’cause you got little hands.’

Joel pressed down on the same strings and instructed you to strum. When you did, the same sound rang out clearly again, and you looked down at his rough, calloused fingers, your mind wandering at the sight of their length.

‘Daddy’s got big hands. Makes it easier.’

He took your right hand in his, completely engulfing it, and brought it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, his soft brown eyes locked onto yours.

“You wanna try the D again?”

‘…The what?’

‘The chord, baby.’

‘Oh… Sure.’

You carefully placed your fingertips as he showed you earlier. This time it was easier, your fingers didn’t need to stretch too far, and the vibration was smooth and loud when you strummed.

“Good girl. You’re a natural.”

It all seemed innocent enough, Joel was only teaching you how to play. But from your position you could feel his length hardening against the base of your spine. While he let you strum at the chords he had already taught you, his hands found your waist and gently squeezed it while he rested his chin on your shoulder, watching your delicate little fingers pick at the instrument. His breath fanned against your neck as he observed your movements and the stubble of his beard grazed your skin, sending chills down your spine that pulled your thighs together tightly to soothe the heat that was brewing in between them.

‘Try the G again, sweetheart.’ He murmured softly, his voice low in your ear.

You tried to remember what strings to press, and on what frets, and your fingers strained uncomfortably. 

‘Don’t like this one.’ 

Joel’s lips rasped against the shell of your ear, his voice gravelly with the lust that was thickening his cock. 

‘You get it right, I’ll give you a lil’ reward.’

You pulled your lower lip between your teeth as his hands trailed from your waist to your hips, giving them a light squeeze as he watched your digits, his touch raising goosebumps on your skin. Your fingertips carefully found their place and pressed down, and the note sang out loud and clear when you strummed.

Joel’s hips rocked slightly against you, his arousal now undeniable. One of his palms travelled up from your hips to your chest and grasped your breast lightly through the fabric of your nightdress, while the other rested on your hip.

‘That was good.’ He pressed a light kiss to your neck. ‘Gettin’ good, ain’t you?’

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. ‘Got a good teacher.’

Joel’s lips curved into a smirk against the skin of your neck while his hand crept into the lacy neckline of your nightdress. ‘Show me C again, baby.’

You took a moment to remember how to, the feeling of his hands all over you making your brain start to melt inside your head. But the promise of a reward guided your hand, and when the strings vibrated, the note sounded practiced and true. 

‘Good girl.’ Joel’s lips found that sweet spot right under your jaw while his hand moved from your hip downwards and under your hemline. His middle finger traced your wet seam through your soaked panties, eliciting little gasps from you. ‘Now do A.’

Soft whines fell from your lips, frustrated by his teasing. ‘Daddy...’

‘What’s a matter, sweetheart? Need me to show you?’ He started to slowly redact his hands from where they touched you, and the loss of sensation spurred your memory- you quickly found the chord and played it hastily, desperate to keep his hands where they were. A soft laugh escaped Joel’s lips while the echo of the sound quietened. ‘Needy girl.’ His fingers returned to where they once were and resumed their gradual, teasing strokes. ‘Fast learner when you want somethin’, ain’t you, baby?’

Your head fell back against his shoulder with gasps of pleasure as his hand found its way into your panties and stroked lightly at the sensitive bud. His grip on your breast grew firmer as your hips squirmed under his touch, desperate for more. Joel’s breath grew ragged while he watched you writhe under his agonizing touch and he pushed his hips against you, wanting you to feel exactly what you were doing to him. 

His eyes scanned the surrounding houses for any sign of watchful eyes, but only saw the windows dark, covered up by drawn curtains. He rested the guitar against the bench and gently draped your legs over his knees, holding you wide open for access.

His middle finger slid down and soaked itself in the arousal that pooled at your entrance and teasingly pushed at the hole. ‘You deserve this, don’t you, baby? Been so sweet for Daddy.’ A muffled whine escaped you as he slowly pushed his long digit in, your arousal letting it glide easily. Joel shushed you and decorated your neck with feather-like kisses while his finger curled inside you just how he knows you like.

Soft whimpers fell from your lips as Joel’s finger gradually worked you open, preparing for the second one that dampened immediately with your juices when it slid inside. Your walls clenched around his digits while they stretched you out little by little. 

‘She’s so tight, darlin’,’ his breath warmed the skin of your neck. ‘Daddy ain’t been givin’ her enough attention?’ You shook your head and looked up at him while you gripped his forearms, your eyes desperate and needy.

Joel read the look in your eyes, your silent request and slid his free hand from your breast downward until it met your core. ‘Gotta fix that.’ His middle finger traced your clit lightly and slowly, his eyes locked onto yours as he watched you react to the added stimulation. Your hips squirmed more at the teasing sensation, backing into his clothed erection that strained against his jeans. He let out a low grunt and added more pressure until your legs began to shake where they rested on his thighs.

He watched you fall apart. His jaw was tense as he watched your brows furrowing and your mouth hanging open in the throes of ecstasy, your little body trembling as you came down from the high he had given you. You made him so hard it hurt. His lips grazed your ear as he murmured, ‘Up a minute, baby.’

You stood up from his lap, and turned to see him tugging at his belt buckle, the look in his eyes bordering on predatory while he watched you watch him shoving his jeans down to his knees hastily and motioning for you to sit back down. You arranged your knees on either side of his lap while he pushed his boxers down. His tip was wet with precum and he curled a fist around the base of his length, pumping it a few times while he gazed up at you.

‘You gonna be a good girl ‘n keep quiet for me?’ His voice was low and rough with lust. ‘Don’t want nobody else seein’ you like this.’ 

You bit your lip and nodded absently, distracted by the sight of him stroking himself. His other hand tipped your jaw, forcing eye contact, demanding a verbal answer.

‘Yes, daddy.’

Joel hooked his fingers into the seam of your panties and pulled them to the side, then gripped your hips and guided you, lining you up. When you slid down on his length, your head fell back. Although you’d taken his fingers, it was nothing compared to the way his cock always managed to stretch you out. His hold on your hips grew tighter, growls of pleasure vibrating from his throat as he forced himself to stay still to let you adjust. It wasn’t easy. The juices of your earlier orgasm dampened the coarse hair that surrounded the base of his shaft as you impaled yourself further down on it.

Again, Joel glanced around the quiet neighborhood cautiously, but the only sign of movement was the branches of surrounding trees swaying in the soft night breeze. He started to move your hips, pulling them into him and then pushing them back out, urging you to move, and you started to rock against him. Your already swollen bud brushed against his skin, sending sparks of pleasure through your body that elicited small whines each time. 

Before long, Joel was thrusting his hips up into you, desperate to relieve some of the pent up lust that had been building from the second he saw you standing in the doorway. Growls and grunts fell from him pursed lips while his hands glided from your hips to the hem of your nightdress and slipped underneath the light fabric to knead your breasts. His breath was ragged and laboured. He was obviously holding back, but each of his thrusts became more forceful as they met yours, until you cried out louder than you had intended at the feeling of the tension steadily rising below your hips. 

He clasped a hand over your mouth, his eyes dark and dangerous and his voice low. ‘You want everybody in the damn neighborhood to hear you?’ You shook your head. ‘Want everyone to know what Daddy’s doin’ to you right now?’ Neither of you stopped moving despite his cautionary tone. The sound of your skin slapping against his echoed off the porch, and you were certain that if somebody was listening, it wouldn’t just be your moans that gave it away. Joel growled lowly and wetted his lip, you knew he could feel how close you were from the way your walls gripped him tightly, and the way you gushed around him. ‘You gonna let it go for me?’ Your eyes were desperate as you nodded, your sounds muffling under his hand.

Your eyes pinched shut as Joel’s hips thrusted up to meet yours with more vigour. ‘Then let it go for me, baby girl. Come on.’ Your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids and your nails dug deep into his biceps as waves of pleasure crashed over you. His hand did little to mute the sweet moans of overstimulation that wracked your body. Joel fell over the edge at the same time, his thrusts grew sloppier and his head fell back while you felt his warm release fill you up from the inside. 

After coming down from your peak, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Joel’s hands delicately rubbed circles your back, keeping you impaled on his length that was slowly softening inside you, and he had no intention of withdrawing it. His lips pressed tender kisses to your forehead and cheeks while your breathing returned to a normal pace, and you felt the peace of the aftermath take over your body. 

‘Did so good for me, baby.’ He whispered as he watched your eyes close, and your nose nuzzle into the soft fabric of his flannel. ‘Such a good girl for me.’

He held you close in his warm embrace until he felt you relax in his lap. He watched your peaceful expression for a moment before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and picking up the guitar again. His arms wrapped around you to hold the instrument in front of your sleeping form, and he began to softly pick at the strings again, lulling you into a deeper sleep.

[fratboycipher]

obligatory welcome guide for redditors

A lot of the guides I've seen don't actually seem to understand how reddit works in comparison to tumblr so

your blog is basically your own small subreddit. some people curate this heavily to fit a theme, like a sub, most people don't

reblogs are culturally equivilant to upvotes but functionally equvilant to crossposting

there is an algorithm. it sucks and nobody uses it. turn it off in settings. everything is generally chronological

likes are functionally equivilant to saving a post

you've probably already seen this but change your icon and put something in your bio or people WILL assume you're a bot. personal info not required

generally, anything you would put as a comment on a thread should go in the tags or the replies of a post. only add comments in reblogs if you want it to become part of the base post

tags are mostly equivilant to flairs, used for organization and commentary

your dashboard is an aggregation of everyone you follow

there is an r/all equivilant(trending page) but it sucks and nobody uses it

our search also sucks. your best bet is using tumblr.com/tagged/[TAG] and not /search

there are no mods

by extension, reporting something doesn't put it in front of the mods, it sends it to staff, who may or may not do anything(usually they don't)

there is no karma, there are no karma limits. anyone can reblog anything, comment/reply to anything, or post in any tag

"reposting"(reblogging) old content doesn't matter. people can and will reblog the same post multiple times, including in a row

CAVEAT. reposting someones art(NOT reblogging, making a new post) is a dick move. i know this is commonplace on fandom subs but its not necessary here. everything you post should be [OC] unless you are reblogging. or posting shitty memes

we have our own sitelore, you'll pick it up

(though im not opposed to bringing some over from reddit)

our app also sucks. we do not have third party apps and any that claim to be are scams. sorry

for desktop, most people use the XKit Rewritten extension for QoL improvements and to revert shitty aesthetic updates, much like old.reddit

we have no idea where the porn rules are at either. add a mature content flag to anything you'd get fired for looking at at work, that's about it

finally, from the bottom of my heart, fuck u/spez

[thistledropkick]

I'm gonna go ahead and reblog this again since it's been a while, with a small addition/clarification.

If a fan photographer says that reposting their work elsewhere is prohibited, that doesn't mean that they want you to repost their work elsewhere with a link back to the source - it means they don't want you reposting their work elsewhere, so you should not repost it elsewhere.

You should treat fan photographers with the same level of respect that you treat fan artists, fan writers, and other creative fans. You should also treat other fans with the same amount of respect regardless of what language they speak.

For people who aren't aware: Most of those gorgeous wrestling photos from Japanese wrestling promotions that you see reposted on tumblr and elsewhere were taken by fans. They look like professional photos, because the fan photographers are just that skilled. But they are fan photos, taken by wrestling fans just like you.

Most of those fan photographers don't want people taking their photos and reposting them elsewhere without permission.

Fan photographers will generally clarify this in their profiles. They often even go out of their way to write this information in English too. But even if they don't, you can run their profiles through machine translate and check, and if you're still not sure, you should ask the photographer for permission directly before reposting their work.

I've seen fan photographers lock their accounts, stop posting new photos online entirely, and delete their photo archives due to rampant reposting. If you enjoy the work of wrestling fan photographers, you should respect their wishes regarding that work.