#sry long ass tags

[alitgblog]

if elliot doesn't do this he's not a real gamer

[dizzybizz]

magma doods from the past few days bc its basically all i have been able to get done

uhm i dont think i ever posted these from a few months ago

a bonus bc im right:

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

I want to thank Misha Collins for inspiring me to do things that, for legal reasons, I cannot disclose online

and no, this is not a joke. Misha, through GISH especially, showed me not just the power of art-as-activism, but what creative modes function best in that setting, and how to organize and lead such efforts.

what I've done with that knowledge, again, would be legally dangerous to admit online

but I'm so happy I know how to do it. I've become a leader in my community, and a supporter of large and powerful movements.

specifically, those spaces know me as an artist. an artist with endless and diverse creative ideas, who knows no fear, takes no shit and is especially good at resistance and point-making via "funny" and lighthearted art.

would Misha approve of what I'm doing?

most likely, FUCK no he wouldn't

he's made himself damn clear where he stands on this stuff, even via silence alone

but I have him to thank anyway.

[barredandromeda]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[ofgravitation-moved]

❛ why do i need you so damn much ? ❜   levy & gajeel

he's holding her small hands in his, his thumbs for some time now have been rubbing small circles on the backs of them. his head is bowed towards hers and it's all gajeel can do: grunt something intangible in response.

she needed him? tch.

" more like the other way around, lev. " he says finally. lifting his gaze to meet hers. " i may live off iron, but you're my rock. " a small, rare, smile pulls at his lips.

" listen, levy. " he starts, a hand running through hair back as night. " i know in the past.. i've done some things that can't be forgiven.. and-- 'm not askin' for them to be, even though i am sorry for them. " his head aches even thinking about what he put her and so many others in their guild through. " but.. i want you to know, that you changed me. and you helped me to become the guy i am today. for that, " a hand reaches to cup her cheek. " i'm grateful. "

[gracetoldmeto]

Sometimes it takes doing laundry...

...trying to fold the same shirt over and over, folding it imperfectly again and AGAIN, and getting upset at yourself bc you can't fucking do it right...

...to realize you really arent doing okay...

[jujutsubaby]

after hours (part 9)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the morning after your ravenous night with toji leaves you wanting more, especially after being interrupted by the weight of all your responsibilities. thank god gojo is there to help, right? ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au, academia au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral sex (m!recieving), dirty talk, gojo being a male menace ☆ a/n: one chapter, two guys...y/n is on a roll xD she's living her best life. also this one is a bit short but i promise it's bc i've got a lot cooking for the next chapter!! sry it took so long to update too i'm still getting thru a bunch of asks and other fics and everything and also starting a new job. life is weird but fun! 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

you wake up feeling extremely tired and groggy; the sun is hidden behind the clouds this morning, but it’s the after effects of the joint you smoked with toji last night that gives you a brutally rude awakening. feeling more sluggish than usual, it takes you a while to remember where you are, the lack of decorations in a plain master bedroom throwing you off. it’s not until you hear toji shifting next to you that all the memories from last night flood your mind: his call you accidentally accepted, him hearing everything you and satoru did, cumming three times – no four times last night…

oh god. you really went all out this time. you had fun but oh my god, you have a final to prep for! you turn over and face toji and see he’s still fast asleep and then you check the time: 6:30am. still pretty early. you check your phone and see a couple messages from shoko and satoru. you check shoko’s first: 

shoko: comin home tn?

shoko: everything good????

oh my god, you totally forgot to tell shoko you would be potentially spending the night with toji, and your stomach drops at how worried she must’ve been. you quickly type out a response: 

y/n: OMG I SPENT THE NIGHT AT TOJI’S IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL U :(

you check satoru’s texts: 

satoru [10:04pm]: missed ya at the study group :( 

satoru  [10:06pm]: wyd tmw? wanna study? 

satoru [1:17am]: what position he got u in?

wow. it started off so nicely until he… gojo’d it up. so close. you’re not even sure why you got into this complicated mess with him to begin with. 

y/n: ur sooo insufferable

y/n: i’ll be in the university library if u wanna come in the afternoon to study  🙄

“am i interrupting something?” you’re startled as toji wraps his muscular arms around you, holding you closer to his chest.. your bad mood quickly dissipates as you feel something hard grazing your ass. you turn your head to face toji as you grin groggily. 

“you’re not but it seems like you wanna start somethin’...” you say, slowly shaking your ass  against his erect member. toji’s hands slip under your sweatshirt and travel up to your chest, finding the mounds of your titties and playing with them as he thrusts his hips against your ass. 

“maybe…” you bite your lip and lean closer to him, engulfing him in a messy, sloppy kiss. his tongue darts out, rediscovering your mouth again as you sigh into him. you shift your body so that you’re facing him, and wrap your legs around his waist as his hands move slowly from your titties to your cheeks of your ass, massaging them as they grind slowly on him. 

“fuck, pumpkin, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” toji groans as his sweats become increasingly uncomfortable due to how much his throbbing member is straining to get out. you playfully bite his lip, driving him even crazier. in swift motions, he pulls on top of him without breaking the kiss, and you yelp in surprise. your core reflexively starts to grind properly on his arousal, causing you to soak through your panties. 

toji unexpectedly thrusts into your clothed core, causing you to yelp before toji quickly slaps a hand over your mouth. “shh, can’t wake up –” he grunts as you desperately rut against his arousal,  “can’t wake up megumi…” his eyes suddenly snap open in panic as he stills your hips. he quickly grabs his phone and checks the time and swears under his breath. 

“what’s going on?” you whine, upset that he put an end to your early morning shenanigans. you lay your body on top of him while cradling his face as you press small wet kisses to his jawline, hoping he’ll forget about whatever he has to do today. ugh, just thinking that thought makes you annoyed about all the things you have to do today, now…

toji groans, willing himself to focus in spite of your soft kisses and whines. “gotta wake megumi up in 30…soccer meet…” 

oh, fuck. you totally forgot about that – the whole reason you and toji baked brownies in the first place. there’s no arguing with him about this and you know it, but god, you really wish you didn’t have to face reality so soon. you’d do anything to stay in a little bit more of momentary bliss before having to get back to the real world with final exams. you complain and sigh under your breath as you slowly slide off toji, as he apologizes and gets up slowly, both of you still trying to shake the sleep from your body. 

your eyes pan down to the tent in toji’s sweats, still visible. hm, maybe you don’t have to leave just now. you bite your lip in anticipation as you touch toji’s chest lightly, and drag your fingers slowly down to the waistband of his sweats, and then on top of the bulge of his own arousal. you apply some light pressure as you loosely grip it, causing toji to suck in a sharp breath. 

“fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be, pumpkin. just told you we can’t…gotta get ready and –”

“c’mon toji~,” you coo sultrily, using your finger to trace the outline of him, “it’ll be a quickie. i’ll suck you off and you’ll finish before it’s even time…” you make a show of swallowing in anticipation and hunger to have him in your mouth, and toji pinches the bridge of his nose. he wants you. bad. and maybe it won’t hurt anyone if megumi is like, what, 5 minutes late to the meet? it’s just fucking soccer. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says sharply, but you can hear the hint of playfulness in his voice. “y’got 5 minutes to make me cum, think you’re up to the challenge?” toji teases, as he already begins to bunch your hair up in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you close down on him. 

you giggle, and bite your lip to look up at him. “bet.” you immediately get straight to work on him, palming him through his sweats before slowly bringing down his sweats. you use your palm to rub against his raging arousal, and his guttural moan only spurs you on. 

“no teasing, pumpkin, time’s ticking…” toji keeps his hands firmly grasped in your hair, having full control on your head. you would be lying if you weren’t turned on at the fact that he could start fucking your mouth anytime he wanted to with his vice like grip, but you ignore the pool forming between your thighs. toji releases his throbbing member from its confines, the tip begging for attention.

you start slow, kissing his tip delicately and gradually taking more of him with every kiss, until you have him inside your mouth. you use your tongue swirl around his tip, causing him to let out a breathy groan. “f-fuck, pumpkin, just like that…” he lightly pushes your head down, carefully allowing you to take in more of his length. “i know you can take more. such a slutty girl dying to suck me off first thing in the morning.” 

you moan against him, his filthy words spurring you take even more of him and until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. toji takes control of your movements and starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

you feel his shaft twitching and his breaths getting shakier and you know toji is close. “fuck, pumpkin, gonna cum all over you.” toji increases the pace in which he fucks your mouth and you get ready to feel his spillage down your throat before he abruptly lifts your mouth off of him. he guides to the ground on your knees, while he strokes himself off. 

“wanna see myself all over you face, pumpkin,” he groans, increasing the speed of his strokes. “y’gonna let daddy cum all over your face?” you nod your head enthusiastically, and take your tongue out so that the tip touches it as it bobs from toji’s strokes. just as he promised, toji splatters your face with his cum like a jackson pollock painting, and whatever gets on your tongue, you make a lewd attempt to swallow. 

“fuck,” toji says, out of breath, “you’re such a fuckin’ slut you know that?”. he leans down and wipes some of his release from your face with his thumb and you open your mouth to suck on it. “bet you’re soaked under there…” toji murmurs, as his eyes trail down to your shorts. you bite your lip in anticipation as his hands trail down to the waistband of your shorts. he dips his fingers under your panties, and just as his fingers are about to touch the one place you really needed him to, the alarm in toji’s room and megumi’s room goes off. 

both you and toji quickly snap out of your lustful trance and remember reality. “oh, fuck” toji swears as he quickly puts on his pants as you grab tissues from the bedside drawer to clean up the mess on your face. if there’s a term for getting blue balled but for girls, you have it for sure, but you feel bad whining about it since there’s nothing the both of you can do about it. 

you’re about to head to the bathroom to wash up as toji puts on a jacket before heading to megumi’s room to wake him up. meanwhile, you use the toothbrush that toji had been so kind to bring for you the last time you spent the night and freshen up. it’ll be fine. just don’t think about how your clit is literally throbbing right now or how your panties are soaked. don’t think about how close his fingers are. don’t. don’t. DON’T! 

you frustratedly head downstairs to pack up your stuff. maybe if you make it home fast enough, you can use your vibrator to get some quick release from this morning. yes, that seems like the way to go. your thoughts are interrupted by toji coming downstairs with megumi.

“good morning, megumi”, you sing. he looks especially cute when he’s just tired and just woken up, with his big little yawns and droopy eyes. 

“mornin’...” he mumbles as toji puts him down. he rubs his eyes as he goes into the garage to get his cleats. 

toji walks to you and gives you an apologetic look. “sorry, pumpkin, i hate you leave you needy like this.” toji playfully pouts as he pulls you into a hug. he runs his fingers through your hair as you inhale his scent – spiced wood and a hint of his laundry detergent. 

“you owe me,” you say, looking up at him. “it’s taking everything in me to not jump your bones right this second.” you’re not totally lying when you say that. 

toji leans down to whisper in your ear. “the next time i see you, i’m gonna be eating you out for fuckin’ hours, pumpkin.” you shudder in anticipation, and you realize this conversation is not helping your situation… 

you pull up to the driveway of your apartment and quickly take the stairs two at a time, as you want nothing more than to take a quick shower (and maybe cum your brains out, too, who knows? hard to tell.). you open the door to see shoko already dressed and making waffles for breakfast. the smell of maple syrup and butter makes your mouth salivate as you realize just how hungry you are. 

“welcome back, slut!” shoko shouts from the kitchen. 

“mornin’ bitch!” you greet, as you take your shoes off at the entrance. shoko pokes her head out of the kitchen and eyes you up and down. “wait, what are you doing up so early?” you ask, realizing shoko usually is never awake before 10. 

“remember? i told you i needed to start studying step 3 like yesterday!” she says. you can’t recall if she ever said anything about taking the medical licensing exam before right now, but it does no good for you to fight her on it. 

“wait, are you going to the library to study, then?” maybe you could tag along with her and then you’ll be forced to actually make progress with the final exam. 

“yes, wanna come? you and satoru have a final right? and you’re just out and about “babysitting”?” shoko does dramatic air quotes around that word, making you roll your eyes. 

“you’re one to talk when you apparently have step 3 and you were with utahime last night,” you retort. 

“she’s a teacher, okay! she was teaching me!”

“teaching you to put your tongue down her throat.” you try to hold back your smile but fail. 

shoko laughs before going back to her playfully stern face. “get your shit ready for the library quickly, slut. i made you an extra waffle.”

you promise you’ll be out as soon as possible as you head to your room and take the fastest shower known to mankind. no really, you do not want to be caught dead being late for something shoko wants to do. you chuck your clothes into the laundry hamper as you decide on what to wear to study on a…damn. a rainy sunday. you decide on a cashmere blush pink turtleneck sweater with a pair of comfy black mom jeans. underneath it, you layer a skin tight full sleeve gray shirt to keep you warm. you quickly do your skin care and apply minimal make up, before grabbing your black raincoat and bag and going back to the kitchen. 

you see shoko almost finished with her waffle while yours is neatly set on a plate with strawberries (your favorite fruit), butter, and maple syrup. you quickly pat down your wet hair as you take a seat (you’re just gonna have to settle for wet hair in the rain today but it’s okay, it’s not like you have anyone to impress). you quickly scarf down the semi-cold waffle while you and shoko update each other about yesterday. 

“i can’t believe he blue balled you like that! jobless and a menace!” shoko says sympathetically. 

“stop calling him jobless! his job is being a father.” you defend toji, but you won’t lie, it’s a bit hard. 

shoko and you both giggle as you guys head to the campus library. 

you yawn as you take a sip of your iced hong kong coffee milk tea. this shit’s doing nothing to keep you awake. you check the time. 2:56pm. you’ve been studying for around 6 hours already, and your brain is fried. you’ve tried to take frequent breaks with shoko, but she has very unconventional study methods – study for hours straight and then sleep for double the amount of time and then rinse and repeat. it was psychotic to say the least. that is to say, you haven’t had a chance to wind down in between hours. the bright side, however, is that you were lightyears ahead of your study schedule. maybe you could afford to fuck around a little bit… 

you grab your phone from your bag and see 2 missed calls from satoru. shit. you can’t call him from this particular campus library since it was a designated quiet library, so you text him insead: 

y/n: sorry i missed ur calls what’s up

satoru: comin in 5 what floor u at babygirl

y/n: 5th and don’t call be babygirl 

satoru: np babygirl 

you roll your eyes. it’s so infuriating to talk to satoru sometimes, but especially now after you both shared an unexpected kiss (and more) together. now that you think of it, this is the first time you’re seeing him since the barcade. should you be feeling nervous? strangely, you’re feeling fine. if anything, you’re feeling that unfortunate familiar feeling down there that you forgot about after toji left you hanging, but are now remembering because of satoru. 

you’re not one to make moves on someone like satoru, but you bite your lip thinking about how maybe (read: definitely) convince him to…take a walk with you as a study break. you ponder on it a little bit more, weighing out the pros and cons. 

pros are that you’ll finally be able to get a release, especially after this morning and working so hard. the cons, however, are mainly that you’ll be doing that with…satoru. your best friend. your annoying will-definitely-make-fun-of-you-for-this-request best friend. with satoru being around a minute from getting here, you decide on just winging it based on how you feel. 

shoko and you hear sounds coming from the corner entrance of the floor and look up to see nanami, haibara, and satoru trailing behind them, balancing three cups of coffee in one hand with ease. satoru and haibara are snickering about something and nanami looks embarrassed to be near them and starts walking a bit faster ahead of them. you wave your hand and grab his attention as the group walks to your table. 

“hey y/n! how’s it goin–”

“if any of you idiots even speak more than a word above an undetectable whisper, i’m going to kill you all.” shoko says, interrupting nanami’s greeting. 

you all look at each other silently, taking shoko’s threats to heart. 

“gojo, i swear to god if you say even a single thing–” shoko starts as satoru’s shit eating grin starts to form slightly as he pulls a chair next to you. 

“relaaaaaax, ieri. you won’t even know i exist, besides, you can’t hate me. i got you coffee!,” he assures, placing one of the three coffee cups near shoko. you don’t believe him and you suspect shoko doesn’t either.  haibara and nanami sit across from you next to shoko as they keep their heads down and pull out their books and laptops as quietly as humanly possible. you give a meek wave to them. 

gojo silently hands you a clear iced cup, with what you can only deduce to be an iced matcha latte with oatmilk. you apprehensively take a sip. unsweetened. just how you like it. “wow, my signature order?”

“what can i say? i’m a guy who pays attention.” satoru says, shrugging overtly humbly. 

“more like you’re obsessed with me.” you take another sip. 

“is that such a bad thing?” he says, lowering his voice, and bringing his face closer to you.

“you guys need to shut the fuck up.” shoko says, not looking up from her laptop and whatever she was writing in her notebook. 

“hey, i just booked a study room on the floor. let’s head there and study so we don’t bother shoko-san.” says haibara, as he closes his laptop and slowly gathers his stuff from his desk. 

“good idea!” you say, as you grab your stuff to move. satoru hasn’t bothered to take a single thing out, so he grabs your coffee and waits for you to pack up your things as nanami and haibara go ahead of you to secure the room. you and satoru follow closely behind. 

“sooo…” satoru starts. 

“sooo what?” your voice a low whisper as you walk away from the table shoko is studying at.

“how was last night?” 

you roll your eyes. of course he wants to know that. you spin the question back to him. “how was your night?” 

“it was fine. boring, really, because we kept on talking about quantum theory and like, all i could think of was, ugh.” satoru dramatically rubbed his temples to feign agony. “all i could think of was bending you over on a table and using my tongue to lick your–”

“WHAT?! SHUT THE FUCK–” you quickly lowered your voice as people gave you dirty looks around the library at your outburst. “shut the fuck. up. satoru.” your eyes widen at how bold he was to say something like that at a library. with nanami and haibara just a little ahead of you. 

gojo seems unbothered and shrugs. “you asked?”

“yeah, people ask and you just say ‘it was good, thanks.’ not explicitly laying out all your thoughts!” you chastise. you’re choosing to ignore that oh so familiar feeling between your legs. 

gojo takes a sip of his coffee. “c’mon, y/n. let’s just…man, fuck this ‘study session’”. you’re unsure why he does air quotes around ‘study session’ because for all intents and purposes, you did plan to use this time to get ahead of your study plan. “let’s just go back to my place or somethin’. suguru’s not home, we can just chill. do some of that studying you wanna do, and like, whatever else.” 

“you’re literally too horny function.”

“don’t act like you don’t wanna as well.”

ok, he got you there. “not right now, i wanna study!” you look at him, this time with pleading eyes. “don’t say anything horny in there, please. i can’t have people know about this, it’s so embarrassing.” 

“ouch.”

“don’t say anything in there and i’ll blow you in the library after you explain the quantum theory stuff that’s gonna be on the final to me.”

this deal makes satoru’s eyes widen. it’s too good to be true for him, because if there’s one thing he’s good at besides being a male menace, it’s explaining tough science concepts to cute girls. “deal.”

[boy-in-the-stars]

scollace one shots? my time has come: (sorry if this is long shakdndidk)

-scott being the drunk one like maybe wallace forced him to tag along to a gay party he was invited to and wallace completely underestimated scotts zero tolerance so like scott gets really drunk really fast and wallace has to play babysitter for once while scott is like all over him *bonus hangover in the morning wallace can hold his hair back while he pukes idk I j think thats sweet*

-wallace has like a thing for glasses right? scott coincidently ends up needing reading glasses (he doesn't read but he does need them to read the video game menus on the tv) so one day when wallsce comes home he sees scott playing video games, looking the prettiest and hottest he's ever looked and feels his heart fucking leap and scotts a clueless idiot

- I just imagine that like when they're finally offical, when wallace gets drunk he's like extra clingy and protective like thsts his boyfriend!! his! I imagine he was already protective before but like now he can proudly say to get ur hands off MY bf, when he's on the edge of blackout drunk he's usually rude to any strangers who even look at scott

- this is like wattpad cringe but I eat it up everytime but like idk if it's ur thing and that's totally cool but like the whole pretend dating thingy. this is sobfucking cringe but like just think; wallsce is like popular or whatever so he gets a ton of party invites or just crashes. he gets invited to like a reallyy well known gay party where there's a ton of shit. he's hyped but it's a party where you gotta bring a partner with u for uh...kinky reasons?? idk reasons don't matter but like wallace js like ok np I'll bring scott. it's like a no Brainer so he teaches scott how to act gay and not be...himself. basically an idiot. and they go to a party and shenanigans insue

bro I'm sorry this is so long n it's late like this is rly long sry I j am so hyperfixated. sorry if they're bad they probably are but I hope u enjoy reading this long ass thread 😭😭😭 also I have like sm more so lmk if u want more cause like I could write a novel

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[infiniteorangethethird]

hey bestie

i've been meaning to come into your asks and ask a cool question but i can't think of a cool question because i'm uncreative when social interactions

how are you? (basic ass question but i'm genuinely curious)

okay, (i think) cool question: assuming that it's possible would you rather live on the moon or under the sea?

also i've been wondering, why is it called the orange dimension?

you'll probably see this in the morning so. have a nice day!!! (if you see this now, then good night!!)

hiiiiii bestie, I'm so sorry this took me so long to reply, school's kicking my ass hardcore and I just couldn't find the time or energy to get back to you 😭 (which. I suppose answers your first question lmao)

As for your second question, I do think it's a cool question bc every question you ask is cool sry but that's just a fact. I honestly don't know where I'd rather live, actually; I think it would depend on what enables us to live there? So for instance, if in both cases we would have a large glass dome protecting us from the outside danger, I think I'd rather live on the moon. Yknow, less feeling like the million tons of water above us will crush us to death (even if the vast void of space is. Really not that much better lmao). But if it was more, say, magically able to either breathe underwater or breathe in space, I think I'd pick the ocean - I mean how cool it'd be to be able to swim around at the bottom of the ocean all day?

For the third question, it's kind of a stupid story. See within my paracosm I have a tendency to associate colors with some of the more overarching aspects of the world (I have a post somewhere talking abt what each color refers to, tho I did reshuffle a bit recently to make it More Consistent). Now obviously "the entire paracosm itself" is very much something also deserving of a color, but by the time I actually got to assign one for it, orange was the only color still left. (It's actually where my username also comes from, tho that's a whole another story lmao.) And from that came the orange dimension, cuz it needed a tag and a way I could refer to it.

Anyway, what about you, how's it going, how are you doing? Sadly I don't have any cool questions prepared but feel free to take this as an invitation to talk abt whatever you feel like talking abt <2

[sparklev0id]

sry abt my long ass venting in the tags all the time thank u all for not unfollowing me for it ily

[kozuyoko]

rant #2: internet watering down alt subcultures

(before or in case some ppl jump me in the replies i just want to clarify that ik this acc revolves around anime content but i’ve been into the goth subculture for a few yrs now and i don’t want ppl to think i’m a poser talking out of my ass just bc i don’t post or repost any goth topics/have a gothic style for my blog )

but um

why do ppl call anything remotely alternative ‘goth’ or ‘emo’…..

im sry but the ‘“i need a goth mommy’ or ‘i love goth girls’ mfs are actually unbearable like no u don’t even know what goth is, you just want a hypersexual e-girl with black hair and bangs with heavy eyeliner (same goes for the ‘i need a metalhead bf’ mfs who just want a tall guy w pretty long hair who plays the electric guitar)

those same ppl have started saying shit like ‘noooo i actually want a trad goth 🥺…um! well..no trad goth wants u..😁😁😁😅

like pls u didn’t know what a trad goth was until goth ppl started joking abt this sort of situation and using them as an examples for ‘goth girls’ that aren’t onlyfans models wearing skimpy black clothes and using goth as a buzzword for engagement, u just want to look good😭

also h8 the people that call themselves goth or emo and get defensive when u tell them they’re not bc they don’t even listen to the music or know about the culture of those scenes

‘omg im so emo😂😂😂’ be srs ur wearing a black t-shirt and u bully actual emos

and i’m not ‘gatekeeping’😭 u called ur self goth, we asked around and heard u said ur fav goth band is deftones LMAOO (b4 u get on my ass im not saying deftones is bad, theyre p cool, just not goth😭)

i genuinely fw people or babybats who take time to learn more about things they’re interested in rather than being an annoying trendhopper who thinks listening to shoegaze, wearing alt clothing and being freaky or smth makes them a ‘dommy goth gf’ or a metalhead😭

one of the biggest perpetrators of this have to be the is abt the tiktok #affliction #y2k #jncos male manipulator ushanka wearing cornballs. some of them r chill but a lot of them STINK!! bc of gekkasanctuary (zero hate i actually love him and follow him on all my ig accs ‼️) getting on some of their fyps they’ve started trendhopping once more and begun to waste their money on jp archive fashion and if six was nine just so they can thirst trap to malice mizer and tag their posts w #vkei. hate them💔

anywho this rant is mostly abt the watering down of the goth subculture and not vkei so don’t let me get carried away, i’ll probably rant abt this sometime next yr since i literally do not post at all😭😭

lastly i do NOT fw the onlyfans ladies who tag their posts w #gothgirl or gross captions with more ‘goth mommy’ stuff and continue to perpetuate stereotypes of all goth women being hyper sexual and dominant ☠️

if ur a goth lady and ur like this there isn’t anything wrong w it or wtv, you do you😭i really jus don’t like the stereotype bc it leads gross men to think all goths want to be sexualized without their consent, barked at in public and asked to peg someone (which has happened to me b4 sadly)

ummmm anwyays conclusion of this rant, i don’t fw trendhoppers , weirdos and ppl who water down alt subcultures and use them as buzzwords to perpetuate stereotypes

this is p much a word salad and nothing i wrote down is going thru my brain anymore so pls take this w a grain of salt, if i made any mean comments i was literally just pissed writing this 😭

[fresh-calzone]

i have no idea what answers i gave to make me The Asshole, but theyre right, i would 100% be an Ass if i was in a horror movie. im the stupid bitch who doesnt believe anything is wrong until its too late, i would probably even piss the killer off too for not acting like a typical murder victim id be like "what are you gonna do, stab me with that?" (<- quote from man stabbed to death) id be out on the balcony smoking a cigarette when somebody shrieks and i'd finish it and put it out before checking out whats going on lol. anyway thanks for the tag sry for sending this as an ask but i didnt wana rb the mile long post lol

As a certified killer my ending would come from laughing at you for saying that and then while I'm distracted I get stabbed

[bl00doodle]

Favorite moment in a sonic game :]

he doin a lil brushie.... !!!

[o-ceti]

🙃🙃🙃🙃

[ironmanstan]

Tony Stark is typed (at least on personality database) as an ENTP which I do think is accurate for how he acts in practice and therefore is his actual type, but I think the reason he acts like that is less that it's how he genuinely perceives and interacts with the world but instead the way he's learned Tony Stark should interact with the world, whether he wants to or not.

(Disclaimer: don't listen to me)

I think the two MBTI letters he has that dictate how he processes and reacts to general information, N and P, intuition (reading the deeper meaning, going off what you can interpret and looking for alternate routes) and perceiving (spontaneity, going with the flow and often acting without much order or long term thinking), are both accurate. It makes sense for these to be genuine and true to his actual feelings because these are things that are either internal, or usually only effect him, untouched by the people around him.

His extrovertedness first of all is something that's probably been caused from some outside source. A mix of his childhood lack of attention and him constantly craving it in the present, and needing to be loudest person in the room and talkative as both iron man and Tony Stark. The close friends he does have are few, and time after time he ends up isolating himself to feel truly comfortable or at times so he doesn't feel like he isn't burdening people.

And him being a thinking type instead of feeling, is interesting. It def tracks with how he always forces himself to do what's in theory the logical thing to do rather than what he actually wants to do, feeling like he always has to stand up and do the heavy lifting so nobody else has to do it. Within every logical decision he makes his emotions always end up bleeding through. Tony Stark has a heart no matter how much he pretends he doesn't. his thinking and forcing himself to be logical and solve everything around him could be equal parts his true nature which would make sense with his understanding machines and things that follow formula, things he can solve, as a child. But also could be learned through constantly being in danger. Hypervigilance learned to survive and forcing his emotions down so he isn't punished for daring to feel. Which's, tbh, more chaotic than if he acted on pure emotion. He can switch gears or mix together what he chooses to act on, whether he lets his head or his heart motivate his actions, depending on the situation and how it changes.

Anyway all this to say I think Tony Stark is (outwardly) definitely an ENTP but in his heart of hearts he'd if he'd get some therapy he'd probably be an INFP- *gunshots*

[calumthoodshands]

oh! won't you look at the time, we're due to our favorite segment: ✨ sending Aria random Cal pictures i find on Twitter✨.

this one's......... a good one.... 👁️👄👁️........

hope your day's been fun, babe! 🥰😚

Oh my god nik I — 👁👄👁

What the hell,, how — how does he — and why is it so HQ — oh my god i need a minute how do i recover from this picture are you for real are you not aware of what you just did