#thirty-one days

[anotherpapercut]

I've seen a few posts of people from varying us states saying "why is no one talking about x new anti LGBTQ+ bill/law in my state?" and I need you guys to know that unfortunately part of the reason you're not hearing much about your specific state is that it's not just your state. there are currently 321 anti LGBTQ+ bills in the us

you'll notice that several of these states have more than 10. Missouri and Oklahoma have 31 and 34 respectively. and some of these have already passed or are well on their way. living here has become exponentially more terrifying. and even people in states with 0 bills should be worried because they are absolutely not going to stop at state level legislation, the next step is federal law. it's really time for everyone in the us to be vigilant right now. connect with people in your community and start or get involved in movements for change, starting on a very small local level. I know it gets really discouraging looking at maps like this. you're probably not going to be able to help everyone in every state, but you might be able to make a big difference with your local community

[jinstronaut]

happy 30th birthday, kim namjoon (김남준) !

[kyouka-supremacy]

Bungo Stray Dogs The Day I picked Up Dazai | Release on December 28th

[wellcollapse]

the way i would pay for oliver to write meta about buck's character

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄: Aftercare w/ Aaron Hotchner

a/n: MEAU GETTING THE MOTIVATION TO UPLOAD?!?!!! never thought i'd see the day!! i have a couple of things in the works that i'll hopefully be able to finish for you all!! thank you so much for your patience with this challenge 😭 hopefully this year's kinktober is better!

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

Soft kisses and comforting, warm hands was the first thing you felt as you came down from your high. It was quite the contrast you were feeling really, with your body sweaty spent, but oh so loved.

"Sweetheart?" You heard Aaron rasp into your ear. You hummed lazily, blinking your bleary eyes open to look at him.

"Well, hey handsome." You teased, eyes raking up and down at his naked chest. Though he was soft, he definitely had some hard muscle hidden under the plush — if his pecs were anything to show for it, but you digress. He smiled softly at your joke, taking your clammy hand and running his kiss swollen lips over your knuckles.

"You don't look too bad yourself." He bit back playfully. You snorted and rolled your eyes, arching your back to stretch out your sore limbs. Ever the gentleman, Aaron ignored the fact that your bare breasts rose into the air ever so slightly due to you movement, your nipples hardened into stiff peaks.

"I would hope so." You mumbled. He let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head slightly incredulously.

"Do you feel okay? You want to get cleaned up?" His question had finally tuned you in to the stickiness that had persperated between your thighs. You bit your lip thoughtfully. "A part of me wants to say yes, but the other…" You dragged a finger from the curve of his stubbled jaw to his neck, the tip of it trailing off on his slightly hairy chest. "Wants to stay here with you." You finished, gazing up at him with hooded eyes.

"As tempting as that sounds, what I asked was a rhetorical question."

"I figured, but I tried." You snorted in amusement, watching him get up from the bed and search for his black boxers.

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[crybaby-bkg]

“I thought I was supposed to be the old person in this relationship,” Toji’s voice rings out in the previously quiet atmosphere, makes your head whip up in surprise. your concentration is broken from your prior engagement, hands slowing as you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at his teasing.

“Crocheting is for any and all ages,” you snark back at him, taking in how he watches the way your hands still move rhythmically—yarn over, pull through two loops, yarn over, pull through the last two, chain four, repeat. “You weren’t talking shit when I made you that sweater for your birthday.”

“Yeah I did, cause it itched like all hell.” He teases, makes you stick your tongue out at him playfully. he wore that sweater everywhere, to the point you damn near had to rip it off of him to put it in the wash. (the only times he didn’t wear it was when he knew he’d get it dirty while doing his…business ventures, which you didn’t mind. you’d rather he go a day without wearing it than googling how to wash blood out of a crocheted sweater that took you weeks to make.)

by the time you snap back to reality, Toji has already crossed the room, standing in front of where you sit cross legged in the comfy recliner he brought just for when you crocheted. it takes you aback by how quickly he moved, so silently, face suddenly warm as you look up at him from under your lashes. his eyes are dark, shadowed by his fringe, his hands in his pockets, his head cocked to the side. he looks devious.

“What are you cooking up in that pretty little head of yours?” you ask him, finally pausing your hands as you rest them in your lap. but Toji doesn’t let you, no. instead, he holds them back up in front of your face as he sinks to his knees in front of you, his smile wide and evil, pulling your legs from under you as he settles them on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he croons to you, kissing the inner part of your knee, eyes still glued to your burning face. “Just keep doing your little old lady hobby while I busy myself.” without warning, he pulls your sleep shorts to the side, grinning when he’s met with the bare beauty that is your pussy. you shudder at the air that breezes past you, try to focus on chaining when he squeezes at your thighs with warm, veiny hands.

“But I can’t focus on counting my stitches when your face is between my legs.” you pout to him, hoping it’ll sway him to eat you out and then let you continue your project. but he doesn’t put his mouth on you until you start again, rewards you with a single wet, smacking kiss where you need it most.

“Guess you’re gonna have to learn how to multitask, sweetheart.” Toji grins before he licks a long stripe from taint to clit, your hands hiccuping in their movements. you can feel his smile more than see it, and come to the realization that he’s an evil, evil man. (you have to recount your stitches more than once, and even after you’re fucked out from euphoria and bliss, you still think you’re missing a few.)

[emblazons]

"This is only the beginning— the beginning of the end."

STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S04E09 - The Piggyback (Part II of II)

[wickmitz]

every time i reread lackadaisy i become stronger about my conviction that fans are WAY too harsh on mitzi and misunderstand her completely. you go online and see people treating her like satan incarnate when she’s genuinely just a person who’s grieving and lost. her and mordecai are two sides of the same coin and it’s crazy that people are kinder to him ( when he kills people, brutally, all the time and without remorse ) but never to her … like the things i’ve seen people accuse her of is baffling enough to make me wonder if i’m genuinely misreading the text tbh. even her character sheet on the lackadaisy website says this :

cannot stress enough everything we’ve seen from mitzi and know about her, both in the past and present, proves she was a tender hearted sort of person. she is not ruthless or cruel naturally, and has to continuously decide to commit to the harsh edges she’s desperately trying to wear. she’s selfish, yes, and does have her own myriad of flaws -- but she’s hardly some manipulative mastermind with no warmth in her heart. and knowing this makes her arc and her scenes ache all the more for it tbh

[svtskneecaps]

lukewarm take of the evening: y'all care too much about being ""outdated"". fellas this smp moves inhumanly fast. it is ok to CHILL holy shit CHILL. y'all are like "(posts BANGER ART) super late guys sorry" friend i am hitting you with a blanket i am snapping you with my metaphorical towel WHAT DO YOU MEAN SORRY. "(posts BANGER FIC) rip this is outdated now" WHO CARES???? I LOVE YOU, OK. ohhhh woe is us as the fandom at large for having MORE HAPPY PILLS ARC CONTENT oh no how outdated!! how could you be writing speculative fiction about how forever felt during happy pills :( slash SARCASM!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!! THERE ARE SO MANY BANGER ARCS, WHAT, YOU THINK WE'RE COMPLAINING????? FOR GETTING MORE OF THE CONTENT WE LOVED????? oh no we're past the period where everyone thought green gay ninjas were like Dead Dead, my work is now outdated and noncanon :( WDYM. GIMME. A BANGER IS A BANGER IDC IF IT TAKES THREE MONTHS. you think rome was built in a day?? fuck you, baltimore, GIMME. my ass has been cooking a goddamn backflipo family fic since july when it was ALREADY outdated do you think i fear god??? "oh no, you're making an edit of slime's (attempted) egg murdering spree?? how could you, that was months ago it's irrelevant" SAID NO ONE EVER.

save your wrists kidlings ok carpal tunnel is no joke. CHILL!!!!! CHILL!!!!!!!! TAKE YOUR TIME SHEEEEEESH OK LOVE YOU <3

[404unfortunately]

Seriously the goofiest guy in the whole world and the wettest most pathetic guy in the whole world setting up a tent

[py6oto]

tumblr is doing the thing where it bugs out and doesnt listen to me again. sorry if this post gets weird of the images are out of order. i did not do that on purpose !!

XEN, PS+, SWEET VOICE, BATTLE, CHUCKECHEESE, GOODBYE and FREEDAY!!! FREEDOM!!!!

these are the remaining aitober prompts !! yes it's november. the universe did not want me to finish these on time ( T --- T )

but whatevs. here you go !!

i also wanted to thank you for all of your love and support. we just hit 700 on youtube and we're very close to 300 here on tumblr !!! if i could scream i would !!! unfortunately i designed my character to have no mouth. i never thought my art would be seen by such a large public. let alone be seen by a public at all !!! and such a supportive and lovely one at that !!! thank you all, really. if i could hug you all i would. or i could give you a pat on your back if you don't like hugs, or a little heart sticker if you don't like touch. or a

(sorry for the super long post and unorganized images. it seems that me changing these is whats messing the big posts up ... )

[swordmaid]

i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…

[shiresome]

I love the way you draw lex so bad. do u have any lex headcanons question mark….

THANK YOU THATS SO SWEET!! Yes I have one Lex headcanon: he is my best friend forever and ever

[local-rascal]

I get he's been to literal hell, but hearing your crush talking about how they would "get it on, shag, smash" with another girl right in front of you and everyone, has to be it's own form of hellish torture

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Reading Between the Lines

Day #31 - Your Song | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: Pre-Goodie/Gareth (Or Unrequited One-Sided, Your Choice) | Tags: Writing Songs, The Utter Embarrassment of Having a Crush You Don't Even Know You Had, Eddie is Good Friend, Open Ending

The papers are slightly crumpled in his hand, and Goodie tries to smooth them out on the workbench in the garage, hand moving over them, trying to iron out the wrinkles. It doesn't work very well, but it's fine. It's just Eddie. He's gonna make fun, no matter what, Goodie knows that, without a goddamn doubt. 

And Eddie's running late.

Which. Normal. 

But Goodie really wanted to show him this alone, before Jeff and Gareth rolled in. Just to see if it's anything. He's pretty sure it's not. But it's the only song he's ever really written.

Eddie reads the lyrics once, twice, then he looks up at Goodie.

"This is great, Goods," he says, and Goodie feels his face go red. He's not the writer in the band, not at all, but this had come to him, basically writing itself, and he'd just jotted it all down.

"A few things we could improve on to really polish it, but," Eddie says, holding his eyes, "I don't think we can use this."

And Goodie deflates.

He didn't actually think they would, not really, but he'd gotten his hopes up, just a little, when Eddie had said it was good. Great, actually.

He's written something Eddie thinks is great, and they can't even play it?

"You don't like it?" Goodie asks.

"I love it," Eddie says with a smile, "I really do. You did a great job. I didn't know you wrote lyrics."

"I don't, not usually," Goodie admits, because he doesn't. Just the rhythm parts of songs with Gareth, as they find their groove, their place, as the backbone of the band. Working together, hammering it out, making sure they can slide into the pocket together and keep everything else on track and on time.

If they aren't in sync, the band can't be. That's just how it works. 

Eddie's still reading the lyrics, over and over, like he's trying to memorize these words. 

Goodie feels terribly exposed. 

"And you don't think we could, I don't know, salvage any of it? Maybe you could rewrite the stuff that sucks."

"Goods. It's great, as is. Honest. It's a love song," Eddie says, and Goodie nods. It is. It definitely is.

"And?"

Eddie looks at him, big eyes as wide as they ever are, "It's a little on the nose."

"It is?" Goodie asks, because he hadn't written it about anyone specific, he didn't think. It was just shower thoughts, put to the page.

"It's about Gareth, right?"

Goodie snatches the papers back, wrinkling them further. What the fuck is Eddie seeing here? It's definitely not about Gareth. 

"No," he stresses, "no way. Why would you think that?" 

Eddie pats the empty chair and grabs his pen. He leaves the cap on, not making any marks, but tracing lines, and breaking them down. Reading between the lines that Goodie hadn't even realized were there.

Goddamnit. 

Eddie has a point. Even if it's all bullshit, even if it's only all Eddie's own interpretation. It's not unbelievable. 

Goodie can see it. 

And he's embarrassed. 

"It's okay. I won't say anything," Eddie says, and it's a kindness. Eddie is an asshole, a lot. Loud and rude. But Goodie knows he won't use this against him. Believes that, without a doubt. 

He could. Easily. Either run and tell Gareth this juicy gossip. Or hold it over Goodie's head, as blackmail. 

But he knows Eddie. 

He won't do either of those things. 

Gareth rolls in, and taps his drumstick on Goodie's shoulder on the way by, just a friendly hello, and Goodie wants to sink into the ground. Be swallowed up.

He's humiliated. 

"Goodie said he had a song," Gareth says, sitting down behind his kit, "we gonna play it?"

"It sucked," Goodie says, "right, Eddie?"

"Yeah. Big time," Eddie lies, helping him out, "I said no fucking way are we playing that. It's the worst piece of shit-"

"Alright," Goodie says, laughing, cutting Eddie off. He wanted help, not evisceration. 

"It can't be that bad. You let us play that song I wrote about squirrels," Gareth argues.

Goodie laughs. He'd forgotten about Squirrel Song. It's been years.

"It can't be worse than that," Gareth says, trying to help him out. Goodie wishes he'd just let it go. 

"Nothing will ever be worse than Squirrel Song," Eddie snarks, "But it didn't fit our sound." 

"How come?" Gareth asks, "It's not like he wrote the music? We can take anything and shine it up. Make it our sound. That's our biggest strength." 

Gareth's not wrong. He's not. They could turn it into something. Goodie's sure of it. And maybe Gareth would never suspect. He's not exactly as lyrically-minded as Eddie. More willing to take things at face value and not dig deeper. 

But he may or may not have written a fucking love song about his friend without realizing it. He's mortified that Eddie knows, and it'll be over his dead body before Gareth finds out.

He can't risk it. 

Especially when he doesn't even know how he feels about it. Does he have a crush on Gareth? He didn't think so. But those words? 

They're damning. 

Jeff had to leave early for his orthodontist appointment, so Gareth is taking him home in the El Camino. 

Goodie should've just risked his life and rode with Eddie. 

He feels awkward. 

He wishes he'd never shown Eddie. 

"Eddie was a dick for saying no before we could even try to write music to it. We could have made it into something." 

"Eh, it wasn't very good." 

"Can I look? Maybe it's something we could work on together." 

Goodie's face is on fire. This cannot be happening.

"I don't think so," Goodie says, and Gareth's shoulders turn inward, like he's been rejected. 

Goodie hates it.

When they pull into his driveway, uncomfortable silence stretching between them, and in a fit of insanity, Goodie opens his backpack, handing over the lyrics. 

Gareth smiles at him, bright and happy, as he starts reading. 

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