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Please take good care of them!

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Why is every heartstopper episode named a spoiler??? I don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen??

#spoiler #heartstopper #nick and charlie #charlie spring #nick nelson

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A Guide For New Users Fleeing From Twitter, From A User Who Needed One When They First Started:

Hi to everyone fleeing from twitter, Elon Musk is shit and he already has had an actively harmful effect on the site, one that will only get worse. So, welcome to Tumblr, it can be kind of intimidating, given its reputation and how many different features there are, I was certainly confused and intimidated when I first logged on and as I’m active on both I sympathise with y’all, so here’s a guide to anyone new:

Put your hashtags in the hashtag section. This is the only way they’ll actually have any sort of effect, or appear when you search for something. Don’t post them on the post itself.

There is a character limit for hashtags and a quite high hashtag limit. Go wild. Writing entire speeches is common. 

Don’t tag lots of unrelated stuff to your posts, that’ll get you reported for Spam and just hated in general

Don’t censor words, users are fine with swearing, doing so especially with triggering content makes it hard for people to limit their exposure to said triggering content.

There’s no such thing as ratioing.

We don’t have quote retweeting, every reblog, comment, etc counts to op’s post. They can see it all, and will be notified depending on their notification settings.

Change your icon, people will think you’re a bot if you use the default.

Give yourself a bio, it’ll make you look like a person.

Follow people and tags, that’s the only way you’re gonna see the content you wanna see. The foryoupage isn’t to be trusted.

Actually reblog stuff, liking has no effect, reblogging is the only important thing here as there is no like based algorithm. Doing so will also make you appear human.

You can hide your likes and who you’re following. Doing so is not frowned upon in the slightest.

You can block tags, similarly to muting words on twitter.

You can have multiple blogs tied to one account. 

You can customise your blog, go wild.

There is no word limit, you can write as you want. But if it gets too long make use of the keep reading feature, (the three dots beside the add gif feature)

There is an image limit of thirty, up from the former ten, though for some they may be stuck at only using ten, tumblr is kinda inconsistent. If you want to add more you’ll have to reblog your own post. 

There is no reblogging limit when it comes to a post, though there is a daily posting limit, go wild, only your followers will be upset.

You can have videos, gifs and pictures in the same post.

You can just post audio.

Adult content is still banned, but actual moderation and enforcement is spotty, especially if it’s written. 

Spam liking and reblogging isn’t a thing. Go wild.

You have an ask box that people can submit stuff to. You can respond or just delete the post. You can remove anon capability from it (which will get rid of most of the hate), or outright bar it.

You can’t private your account but you can restrict commenting and reblogging. Edit: I’ve been informed that you can in fact make your blog password protected, it’s just that it’s a rarely done thing and not widely known.

Block whoever and whenever, it’s not a big deal. Though if someone you’ve blocked has reblogged and added to a post and someone you follow reblogs that, their commentary will still be included in the post you see.

We don’t have muting, only blocking.

Yes, direct messaging is a thing (it’s the little smiley face)

The only way to promote your is through ‘tumblr blaze’, you pay a certain amount of money and your post will be promoted, but not targeted, so no invasions of privacy. You are subject to the employee’s whims on whether or not it gets promoted and unfortunately hate speech has been allowed.

Tumblr has tendency to hide/consume comments, posts and asks, don’t be surprised if they go missing.

Tumblr searching a blog relies on tags, words in the post and the users name, keep that in mind.

Posts will remain after you delete your account or the original post if they have been reblogged.

Years old posts are still circulating and that is considered normal.

You can queue up posts to be released when you’re not using your account. Or you can just post whenever you’re active. Go wild.

Wizards exist and are very popular on this site. Accept it.

There are posts with no notes that will never gain any more than a sing note for your like. Accept it.

There are posts will no op. Accept it.

Trans and autistic people dominate this site.

Don’t get pissy when someone tags a post ‘tw (insert slur)’, or any trigger warning for that matter, most are just being considerate of their followers who may be triggered by such content.

Twitter discourse is regularly mocked, it’s not gonna fly here.

No, we don’t call each other oomfs, or anything like that. We just have mutuals.

Tumblr in general lacks a lot colloquialisms that began on twitter.

We do have ‘blorbo’ ‘poor little meow meow’ etc.

Trying to go viral or trying to corporate is frowned upon.

Tumblr has a tendency to blacklist things tagged like ‘crowdfunding’ so bring that kind of logic you use for twitter posts over to tumblr.

We don’t have twitter circles, co-posting, etc.

Tumblr is surprisingly good at recommending blogs.

There are no verified accounts, and your follower count isn’t visible. This is a good thing, trying to change it will get you laughed at.

People are going to just make up stuff, don’t believe everything you see and if it’s a claim about someone, investigate it rather than just believe it.

You can edit your posts after you’ve posted them, but the versions reblogged before said changes will still circulate. This editing of the original has been used as a spruce of comedy

If your worried about people seeing your potentially triggering, or even graphic content and they haven’t blocked the tags you’ve used you can use the keeping reading feature to put the content under the cut and post a warning at the top.

And this is quite important:

Stay anonymous and have fun. There isn’t an expectation to constantly expose inner details of your life, you aren’t expected to use your real face, your real name, age, etc. You’re not even expected to be truthful here. Exist however you wanna exist and have fun, that should be the point of social media. 

Also keep in mind that tumblr has its own distinct culture that is going to take some getting used to. As well as a history any user who’s been here a while will at least somewhat understand.

Also I’ll be editing the post with additional info and corrections provided to me.

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Friendly reminder to check your breasts while you’re just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.

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EXCUSE ME!?

What just happened!?

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Poll: if your mom remarries when you’re 26 years old is that guy still your stepdad or is he just your mom’s husband.

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To the secret lab!

instagram | twitter | kofi

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Reblog if you think asexuality is a real thing that actually exists.

I'm trying to prove something.

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#character development

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#no one compares #civil war bucky stands alone

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I had an idea. Everyone knows how mafia!Steve treats those who disrespect his best girl. But imagine if his girl spoke out against someone disrespecting HIM. He might be momentarily speechless. Maybe amused even. But for sure he would be grateful and he would hence show it accordingly

NSFW thots below the cut. Minors DNI

Steve isn't used to being disrespected.

Who would be crazy enough to say anything to the man who runs all of New Yorks criminal underworld?

John Walker.

He's been trying to undermine Steve every chance he gets, getting bolder by the day not realizing that Steve is merely biding his time. He doesn't give two fucks about Walker but he's trying to keep the peace. He can deal with him for now.

Until Walker went too far by tossing a whiskey bottle at your man and insulting Steve's mother.

In Steve's house. In the middle of negotiations.

He was still trying to process Walker's statements when you leapt out of your chair and punched John across his weak jaw. The loud crack silencing the room.

Steve leaned back in his chair to get better view of you kicking Walker as you made it clear that no one talks shit about your man. Especially not a little bitch like John.

Steve got so hard so fast it startled him.

He held up his hand, keeping his men at bay as you proceeded to scream at Walker, only pausing to punch him again. And again.

He's never been so proud in his life.

Eventually Steve lifts you off of him, tossing you over his shoulder as he ordered his men to throw out the trash.

Steve can't even make it to the bedroom, taking you on the stairs. He's fucking feral at this point and you love it.

His large hands everywhere as he strips you naked until your panties are around one ankle, pants tossed over the railing, your shirt twisted and pushed over your tits as he pulls you in for a kiss.

It's rough and passionate, his hips snapping into yours, hard deep strokes. "Fuck I love you sweetheart, gonna show you how fuckin' much," he groans. "After I wreck your little pussy, I'm going to spend all night worshiping your beautiful body."

By the sixth orgasm you know he means it.

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#the superdad struggle

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sam wilson deserves better

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A loving mother feeding her hungry children

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Why we have stopped thinking about dbf!bucky stopping mid fuck to eat your soul out???? 🤨🤌🏻 CUZ I’M DEFINITELY THINKING ABOUT IT BABES

⟶ losers ; dbf!bucky

SUMMARY || bucky helps you out after a lousy date.

PAIRING || dadsbestfriend!bucky x f!reader

WORD COUNT || 1,061 words

WARNINGS || age gap [20’s versus late 30’s], cocky!bucky, drinking [beer], teasing, mocking & degradation, dumbification, pet names [peach], unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, spitting, oral, squirting — 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI

“See,” Bucky leans in real close — so close that you can smell the hoppy IPA he drinks on his breath, “your problem is your taste.”

You scoff, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

“My taste?” You bite back, eyeing him up and down as he licks his bottom lip and then tugs it in between his teeth.

“You like the losers,” he shrugs. “The ones who can’t find a clit if you gave them a goddamn map and magnifyin’ glass.”

Your jaw hangs open, “and then you come crawlin’ to me, moochin’ off of my beer.” He grabs the neck of your bottle and takes a sip.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob, lips wet from the amber liquid before he’s placing the bottle back in your hand.

“Complainin’ ‘bout how these boys can’t seem to please you.” He smirks, taking a step back to watch how you finish off the beer — legs swinging against his counters.

“It’s ‘cause they’re boys, not men.” He finally finishes and you have to roll your eyes, “what? Are you offering?”

Then Bucky gets that look in his eyes. You know, that oh now there’s no way I’m fucking backing down look.

So he doesn’t, “you interested?”

You gasp when he closes the gap between you, even with your height advantage, perched on the counter, Bucky still has a couple of inches over you. 

And it makes you quiver, quaking at the thought of him offering to fuck you. 

He then cocks his head at your silence, “where did that attitude of yours go, Peach? Don’t tell me it suddenly vanished at the thought of my cock, I thought you were smarter than that.”

The degradation does nothing but turn you on further, thigh clamping together but Bucky catches that because of course he would. 

“Well? Go on, use your big girl words and tell me that you want me deep ‘side of you,” he smirks. “Ruinin’ all men for you once and for all.”

You break, snapping as you grab him by the collar of a shirt and press your lips to his. A strangled groan leaves Bucky’s lips, he’s surprised, but doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and dig his fingers into your thighs. 

“Oh yeah,” he’s panting slightly, “‘m gonna fuckin’ destroy you.”

And Bucky wasn’t a liar. He might’ve been a cocky, arrogant motherfucker, but he sure as hell wasn’t a liar. 

You think that tonight is the night you meet God because surely no one can be that good between your legs. 

Splayed on the bed, naked and shaking, you’re giving yourself to Bucky as he has your legs over his broad shoulders as he fucks you with his tongue. 

“Fuck Peach, didn’t think you could get any sweeter,” he’s diving back in despite the previous orgasm still wracking through your body.

But you aren’t complaining. No one’s ever given you this much attention. Ever.

“Think you can give me one more before I fill your tight cunt up?” He smirks, already knowing the answer as you nod your head and give him a desperate whimper. 

Yeah, you sure as hell could do that. 

“Good girl,” he has you preening from those two little words. “Mmm, can’t wait to watch you as you take my cock.”

God, you wanted that so bad. So fucking bad that your thighs were already shaking at the way his tongue worked tight circles on your clit and how his fingers curled themselves inside of you.

Your orgasm hit you and left you shaking just like the last one, and it only made Bucky’s dick twitch as he fisted himself and hoisted you higher up the bed. 

He bent your legs, folding them to your chest as he smirked down at you, “by the time ‘m done with you, you won’t even remember your own fuckin’ name.”

He slips in easily, your slick coated cunt taking him as he hangs his head and breaths out a “fuck,” in your ear. 

You feel him deep inside of you, toes curling because the stretch is always the best part.

“You feel so much better than my own hand, Peach,” he purrs. “You have any idea how many nights I lay here, hand around my dick, jus’ imaginin’ your mouth ‘round me?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s thrusting, coaxing a variety of moans, whimpers, and whines from you.

“God, it’s better than anythin’ I could’ve ever dreamed of,” Bucky groans, fucking you deep and slow and it’s driving you crazy. 

And he’s totally right; he’s completely ruined all men for you.

This is it. Bucky or bust, you think.

“Focus,” he suddenly snaps. “Use that dumb, pretty brain, Peach. Focus on me,” he cockily growls, thumb in your mouth and fuck, he thinks you’re so pretty like this.

So pretty that he doesn’t think he’s had enough of you.

Bucky is greedy and he wants more. 

So that’s exactly what he does. 

He pulls out and you think he’s going to flip you over, you’re even looking forward to getting a face full of sheets that smell like him. 

But what he does instead makes your eyes roll back.

“I jus’ want one last taste, is that so bad?” He winks, going down to devour your pussy once again. 

Spitting, his fingers slide in with no resistance, lapping at what you have to offer. 

“You’re jus’ so sweet, I think ‘m drunk off of ya,” you’re so close it’s unfair, Bucky’s movements slow until he’s decided that he’s had enough.

Slipping back into you, replacing his fingers with his length and yeah, this feels right. 

“Want you to cream all over my cock, make a fuckin’ mess, Peach.”

There’s no holding you back, Bucky’s hips stuttering in time with you and oh fuck. 

Holy fucking shit. 

It had never been that good. Ever. 

Because Bucky was always right. Your taste in men is losers. Losers who can’t please you, but Bucky is totally different.

Because he also happens to be your dad’s best friend and he’s just fucked you so good that you soaked his sheets. 

But you don’t give a fuck. You deserve orgasms, or two...or however many that fucking was.

“Chin up, Peach,” Bucky then smirks. “You won’t have to deal with losers anymore now that you’ve got me.”

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Tfw when you wanna draw a leetle Alberto but you don’t wanna draw his bastard dad and end up making a whole au just so you can draw baby berto 🙄🙄🙄🙄

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Best James “Bucky” Barnes Moments:

14. Bucky looking like a snack in Power Broker