#you’re barking up the wrong tree

[best-chaotic-neutral]

What’s with all these “sexy porn chicks” bots that keep following me? Honey I simp for one man and one man alone, and his name is Sharky Boshaw.

[justmesittingalone]

Is there a way to get the annoying fake thirst trap accounts to stop following me 💀💀💀 or do I just have to live with blocking them multiple times a day every day

[doctormage]

god why does this keep happening I avoided even talking to Halsin too much as a FRIEND and he still wants to smash. I picked all the platonic/borderline aloof dialogues I have absolutely no idea why this triggered 😭😭😭

[pleasegetoutofmywalls]

he’s snapping me and i’m reading wlw fanfiction…. yikes there buddy

[weemssapphic]

just a gentle post to let you all know that if you send me asks directly bashing someone, i will not be responding to or posting those, as that is not what my inbox is for. if you have any questions directly for me, i will gladly have a look at those, but i don’t particularly want to turn my inbox into a soapbox for other people to voice opinions that do not concern me.

[foreveranevilregal]

Men are exhausting, anyone wanna date me?

[theshadowrealmitself]

Nvm sadness over what the fuck

[genderfcker]

I am so thankful for the latest Supreme Court rulings.

dude jokes on u if this was supposed to get me pissed the only reason im not deleting this is to make u look like an idiot on the internet

didn't make that SCOTUS post because I wanted to fights anons on the internet. just wanted to be a dispenser of knowledge, just like how u wanted to be a dispenser of idiocy. hope this helps. :)

[the-butch-of-blaviken]

witcher fandom is shit and you are all hypocritical scum

uh. not sure what prompted this but sure, if you say so.

[fridka]

HERES A GOOD ONE

question 19 for sol 😏

Ok I counted like 3 times so I hope I got the right one fhdhs

Periwinkle: what drugs have they done?

I’m sorry to disappoint with a boring answer, but he’s never done any. As an arcanoweaver, taking any mind-altering substance is extremely dangerous, as you run the risk of the magic growing unstable. If your mind is

Besides, Sol doesn’t have any desire anyways. He wants, and feels like he needs, to be in control of himself, his senses and thoughts at all times.

[teyamsatan]

The queerphobia’s showing 😉

You’re right, and as a result I scream in hate every time I look in the mirror.

[midnight-specialist]

Yes it would be effortless if the standards weren’t so high nowadays, but in order to meet those standards we have to making six figures or more, but you won’t ever step down for man would you?

And the standards set for us is we need to have ass and boobs, no fat in any other place than that. We need to be compliant, submissive, feminine and be ok with taking a backseat while the man leads and thousands of other ridiculous norms to adhere to and that’s just scratching at the surface of how heartbreaking it is to be a woman in todays society and you’re complaining about money lol. As for me, I wouldn’t even be attracted to anyone who cares about money that much anyway so I wouldn’t need to step down because I wouldn’t even step up in the first place.

[canon-can-fight-me]

twitter: here’s some Ka//vehtham content for you to enjoy!!

Me, who has never looked up Ka//vetham content in my life: 😀 not interested in this tweet

[ervotica]

please don’t go, i love you so

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey

note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!

hunger games masterlist

Coriolanus is possessive.

It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.

It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.

It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.

He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.

There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.

You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”

His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.

“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.

He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.

“Nothing. I have you.”

“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”

He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.

“Coryo,” you pant.

“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.

“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.

You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”

The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.

“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”

“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”

“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.

“Wanna show me just where you belong?”

[chaoticmistake]

Ever had someone shirtless and slightly drunk hit on you and then backtrack on the hitting on you because they think you have a husband and kids? Well I just have and let me tell you my mom and the dogs is in the backseat of the car who were mistaken, for the said kids were equally as amused as I was about my apparent husband, who I don’t have.

[fraldarrius]

a guy i’ve literally known since elementary school followed and then messaged me on insta last night trying to get with me and i have no idea how to deal with that so i’m Simply Not Going To