#that is all we want

[misc-obeyme]

Hii! I hope you're having a great day/night!

I absolutely loved your barbatos prompt for flufftober, seeing how much he works and how he doesn't seem to relax ever, I just feel the URGE to take care of him 😀😀😀

Caressing his hair until he sleeps, giving him a skin care, (Give him a mind-blowing orgasm by sucking him off on his room until he finally relax and then directing him the most loyal and lovestruck gaze he would ever receive, but that's an idea for another time 🤭🤭) doting on him in general

So, can I please ask for a (drabble, fic, imagine, anything you feel like) where MC make barb sit still and proceeds to massage his back, kneading on his knots until he relutanctly turns into mush?

Hi there, anon! I'm having a good night, I hope you are as well!

I'm so glad you liked the Barbatos Flufftober prompt! I have that exact same urge, like just sit down and let me do things for once! Ugh I love him lol.

And when I tell you that I was so close to having MC give him a massage... But I also really wanted him to soak his feet 'cause I felt like he probably stands on them all day and I don't care if he's an ancient powerful demon that has to take it's toll!

Anyway, my full requests are closed but I can write you a short little something! In case it wasn't already painfully obvious, I love Barbatos and I love writing about MC taking care of him lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

Barbatos was sitting on the edge of his bed. His uniform jacket was already folded neatly beside him, but it had been a struggle for you to get him to take it off at all.

You sat behind him now, your hands on his shoulders, methodically pressing your fingers into his stiff muscles.

Barbatos's body was tense, but you were determined to get him to relax, even if just a little bit. You concentrated on his neck and shoulders for a while, kneading carefully, working out the knots that you could feel beneath your touch.

As you did this, you felt Barbatos release some of that tension he was holding. He made a low noise in his throat, as though he was trying not to relax, as though he was trying to keep himself from showing just how tired he really was.

"I don't understand why you're so stubborn about this," you said softly, your hands pressing into him, causing his body to rock slightly against you. "You work so hard for everyone all the time. Why can't you let me do things for you every once in a while?"

Barbatos sighed and you were thrilled to see the way his body sagged a little as he did so. "Forgive me, MC," he said. His voice was low and full of something uncertain. "It is simply that a good butler never shows his fatigue."

You snorted. "Okay, first of all, you're the best butler of any butler that ever butled."

Barbatos chuckled and you were pleased to see the little blush that painted the tips of his ears.

"And second of all, you don't have to be a butler right now," you went on. "Right now, you can just be Barbatos. You can let go with me."

Barbatos was quiet. You weren't sure if he didn't know what to say or if he simply disagreed with you.

You didn't press him, only pushed your thumbs into a particularly difficult knot in his back. After a few moments, you felt the knot begin to release as you circled it carefully, working the tension out of it.

This caused Barbatos to sigh again and this time, he allowed himself to sink into you. His shoulders descended and he actually leaned into your touch, his head drooping just a little.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. "See? You're feeling better, right? Now you can be at your best when you get back to butlering tomorrow."

Barbatos chuckled again. "I see that you are correct in this, MC. You have my thanks."

You puffed out your chest in triumph. Perhaps now this could become a regular occurrence. You were nothing if not persistent. And hopefully Barbatos would continue to give in and allow you to care for him the way he cared for so many others.

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[eosofspades]

i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues

[lowkeydivine]

Underrated panel

[cozylittleartblog]

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[pigswithwings]

above all else a trans woman is a person. above all else a trans women is a woman who goes to the same grocery store as you and buys fruits in the same grocery cart as you and goes home and eats her dinner the same as you. above all else a trans woman is a woman who dresses like you do and talks the same way you do. above all else a trans woman is a woman who wants to be cared about the same way you want to be cared about and a trans woman is a woman who makes friends the same way you make friends. above all else you should care about trans women because they are people. treat her as such.

[cat-in-a-mech-suit]

Being forcefully raised as a woman is not any less traumatic and emotionally repressive as being forcefully raised as a man. Femininity is not inherently pure and safe. Coercing someone to perform femininity is not any less toxic than coerced masculinity. Being dysphoric around femininity or having trauma from women doesn’t make you a misogynist.

[shinybulbasaur]

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:

15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)

1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.

None of the hijackers were from Iraq.

None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.

None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.

[astearisms]

catalysts, protectors

[mellosdrawings]

I dare you to say I'm wrong.

[mamawasatesttube]

BTW... PSA.... even if we arent mutuals if youre in my notes regularly theres a Very high chance i am still fond of you. yes im vaguing someones tags on the compliment the person u rbed this from post. but like. positive vaguing? THE POINT IS im weird abt following ppl but IM STILL SENDING U FOND VIBES...

[maeamian]

Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.

They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.

So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[atalana]

but seriously i do find it so funny that ford was like OH GOD MY PRECIOUS REPUTATION after bill possessed him around other people for all of one night

and then he gets back to this dimension after thirty years and this is now the photo the press associates with his name

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.