#//cleaning out my drafts

[wordfather]

nobody does it better than the stardew valley chicken

lets goooooo little dude you know exactly whats going on

#stardew valley #look at him go!!! #edit: cleaning out my drafts

[chaosandstardust]

It's been 10 years and how the fuck did Zuko mess up TEA?????

#zuko #atla #avatar the last airbender #technically its been 20 i know but you know what i was cleaning out my drafts and i was not expecting this to blow up help me i stg

[fairuzfan]

the reason i shared my great-grandmother's story on here a few months ago is not for sympathy or anything, its to illustrate to you just how deeply, deeply anti-Palestinian the idea of zionism is.

i remember my grandmother, the one who watched her mother die in her home, she called us with a plain tone of voice, and she said "she asked to be buried in [her village] but of course the the zionists wouldn't let that happen." the thing that will not leave my head was the way my grandmother said it, the way it just seemed so natural and so obvious to her. my grandmother is *not* a quiet woman, she yells everything she ever says, whether happy or sad but this she said softly. like she was resigned to this, she expected this.

this woman was exiled once from her village, then again from Palestine, then again and again and again and eventually forced to live in poverty in a refugee camp, she knows the 'israeli' state more intimately than anyone i know, she knows what it will and won't allow in its genocidal apparatus and to her it was obvious that they would not respect her mother's body or last wishes. she knew that.

and i always go back to it when i see discussions on here or on twitter or in academia, like you guys (the moderates, the apologists) have never ever spoken to a nakba survivor or a naksa survivor. you don't know just how deeply its affected our families.

so when we ask you to completely reject zionism, when we demand it from allies, we aren't saying this to be stubborn or nonsensical, we're saying it because we know where zionism will lead us. we've been through the "we just want peace" and the "we need to just talk it out" phases already, how can you not think we've been through those phases after 75 years. we've had our meet and greets and our appeals and now we're at literally the worst stage of genocide against our people and you're still insisting on "talking it out" or some variation of it.

the truth of the matter is that we don't have patience for zionism anymore because look where it got us. look where we're at. even soft zionists, you need to stamp those people out from pretending they've got good points, or that you need to build community with them or whatever. we are literally at the worst part of Palestinian history ever, we need to stop pretending there are grey zones to this. Zionist apologists and the like are creating ambiguity that literally gets our families killed under the guise of "complication". I'm sick and tired of watching these same discussions over and over again about how "Israel is a result of antisemitism" when it very much is not. I'm sick of seeing people who know NOTHING about colonization push their own agendas and provide cover for zionists to do whatever they want. Just stop talking about things you don't understand because I promise you, you're directly contributing to the violence you claim to abhor.

#palestine #zionism #going theough my drafts to clean stuff out

[stargirlrchive]

simon groaned softly, his eyes still closed as he wrapped him arms tighter around your torso. he dragged you closer, stopping you from getting out of bed.

a soft laugh fell from your mouth as he easily maneuvered you under him, chest to chest as his face dug into your neck.

“where you goin’?”

the deep timber of his voice caused warmth to bloom in your belly. one of your hands moving to run through his short hair.

“was gonna get some water.”

he just hummed, still sleepy as he let more of his weight fall on top of you. “can’t let you go.”

“i can see that.”

you gave a soft tug to his hair, and he grunted. nuzzling closer as his face moved to lay on your chest. “never get to sleep in with you.”

you hummed in agreement, the weight of him on top of you, along with the warmth radiating from him was lulling you back to sleep.

his thick, calloused fingers rubbing up and down your sides caused a shiver to run down your back. the dryness of your throat forgotten as you pulled him in even closer.

#cleaning out my drafts bc there’s sm in there and it’s stressing me out #simon riley #simon riley x reader

[obriy]

MARGOT ROBBIE as BARBIE — Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

#barbie #margot robbie #barbieedit #mrobbieedit #margotrobbieedit #dailyflicks #cinemapix #fyeahmovies #filmtvcentral #moviegifs #filmedit #filmgifs #filmtvedit #my edit #cleaning out my drafts

[aq2003]

#tenth doctor #ninth doctor #twelfth doctor #doctor who #dr who #aroace #aromantic #asexual #10th doctor #9th doctor #12th doctor #cleaning out my drafts and realized i never posted this. anyway No i will not be elaborating on what this means #edit: this post is not showing up in the tags lol this is what i get ig

[mulderscully]

He thinks about Henry, and something twists in his chest, like a stretch he’s been avoiding for too long.

#cleaning out my drafts #* #rwrbedit #rwrbsource #rwrb movie #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #henry x alex #otpsource #fyeahmovies #filmedit #lgbtedit #usergay #usernuria #userninz #tusertha #usersteen #chrissiewatts #userrlaura #usertj #oh god i'm too h*gh to remember who to tag consider urself tagged lol #ik that quote isn't even sexie pero like #i felt like it matches alex's body language here #like the tremble. the TREMBLE #and his lips into his forehead. who does this...

[djo]

JOSEPH QUINN Behind the Scenes: Stranger Things 4

#stcastedit #joequinnedit #josephquinnedit #eddiemunsonedit #usermaguire #userangelic #useraurore #userspacey #usertez #usersugar #userregan #userrhi #joseph quinn #mine* #need to clean out my drafts so have a pretty boy <3

[homolobotomized]

#op #zoro #luffy #zolu #zoluposting #shut up homo #cleaning out some of my drafts #autistic zolu

[chucktaylorupset]

goddddd it’s fine!! its fine!!! its okay if if 12 year old girls decide they’re asexual and look back and realize that actually it was just puberty and the gross sexualization of women that alienated them from their feelings of attraction and actually now she feels she was always allo. That’s allowed! That’s okay! Its not the end of the world if some of the people coming home to the label of asexuality are actually arriving at a way station onto what will be a better place for them. Cause you know if what she wanted was to feel she had the language to give herself permission to not be obligated to engage in sexual acts, to not exist as a sexual foodstuff for the consumption and digestion of others, If she needed the world asexual to shield her like that that’s okay!!! Cause whats important is she found a way to not do the things she wasn’t ready to do. What you wanna say no? No, you are obligated to figure out your attraction to others and the torture of its existence in a complicated fucked up world with language that doesn’t always sink home. Who is she hurting. Oh yeah it’s on a twelve year old to never be wrong about who they think they’re becoming, it’s up to a twelve year old to find a permanent state of self, it’s on a twelve year old to figure out the uncomfortableness of becoming a sexual being on their fucking own. Cause yknow if she’s wrong then people are going to use that as evidence that asexuality is a phase as if people looking for an excuse to dismiss other people’s identities would just not exist if we all perfectly performed our fucking labels like they’re the audience that decides if our fucking rock opera gets to hit broadway. Like there’s a fucking quota on how many times a person can be wrong about a label. I’m bisexual!! And if I’d just allowed myself to think that it’d be okay if I was wrong about being bisexual, or that it was okay if it wasn’t permanent, then I would’ve taken the first step to realizing I was actually a long term bisexual all the sooner.  There isn’t a fucking deadline for figuring out the perfect label for yourself, there isn’t a fucking surety purity test at the door. God, and all these trans kids and people agonizing about if they’re really trans or if they’re just faking it, as if that’s important when transitioning makes them happier! But no, we gotta make a philosophical argument from the ground up for what it means to be queer every fucking time so you don’t get it wrong cause god forbid, can you imagine

#my post #drafts cleaning #asexuality #im bi and i am handing out free passes to be bi and then later be like oh whoops

[sebastians-stan]

Was he wearing a parachute? No, he wasn’t.

#i just had to #steverogersedit #buckybarnesedit #marveledit #sebstanedit #bucky barnes #steve rogers #mandapine #usermal #usertom #userbecka #usersugar #userkaka #usertammy #tuserhan #* #cleaning out my drafts :)

[inkykeiji]

character: ryomen sukuna warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, rough sex, daddy kink, true form sukuna, size kink/size difference, oral fixation, lil bit of mindbreak, implied fem!reader, toxic relationship, dacryphilia, blood words: 1.2k

Sometimes, when Sukuna fucks you real good, past the point of coherency, when your words have turned to liquid, all garbled with drool as they ooze from the corners of your mouth to stain his sheets, and your bones have melted and your muscles gone to mush, body perfectly pliant (just the way he likes it), and the only concept your fucked-stupid brain can comprehend is his name and his title, he’ll give your empty, slack little mouth one of his wrists to gnaw on.

The grabby hands are cute, and they let him know that your cognition has been eroded by immense pleasure, intense pain, and that you need something to ground you. 

It’s pathetically precious, honestly, how unbelievably needy you become when he fucks you past the point of lucid thought and intelligible speech, desperate for something to occupy that pretty little mouth of yours, to serve as a point of reference, a heavy and sure weight that keeps you tethered to this world.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” 

Oh, he knows, baby, he knows. 

You prefer his wrist to his hand, claiming it rests better between your teeth, but he doesn’t mind either way—it’s easy to shove one of his free forearms in your gaping mouth, obedient and open, wide and waiting. His flesh muffles those pretty little huffs of cracked breath and the mosaic of whines and whimpers and mewls he’s continuously fucking from your chest, smothering them to little more than damp exhales slicking his skin.

It’s barely a hitch in his movements at all, to wedge one of his large wrists between your eager teeth, two hands curled tightly around your hips as they hold you in place, pinning you to the mattress, another hand splayed wide next to your head, supporting most of his weight. 

You alternate between sucking and biting, wholly dependent on how hard his hips are snapping, and he loves to feel those little stuttered sobs flutter against his flesh, exhaled in juddered hiccups. 

And, God, it’s so fucking pretty—he isn’t sure he’s seen a prettier sight in his millennium of years, he wasn’t sure something could even be this goddamn pretty—glittering streams of salt streaking your cheeks, their flow steady and constant as warm tears pool around the seal of your lips, soaking into his skin; your mouth stretched wide around his arm, teeth grinding over that prominent bone in his wrist, scraping over the bump in rhythmic motions, back and forth with each strong piston of his hips; saliva trickling from your bottom lip in heavy, viscous cords to smear across your chin in a thick coat and drip off your jaw, stringy and sticky, substance already gone cold by the time it drizzles over your collarbone. 

That thick black band encircling his wrist looks so gorgeous lacquered with your spit, gleaming in the dim light as he pounds into you. 

He’ll rotate it in your mouth a little, so you drench his entire wrist, coating him in one of your many essences. he loves the smell of you on him, his favourite scent to wear, makes his cock twitch with each whiff of it as your drool steadily soaks into his wrist, steeping his tissues and saturating his blood, dousing his wrist until his skin has gone puckered from the wetness. 

Other times you won’t ask for it, because you physically can’t ask for it, tongue gone sluggish and stupid from intense pain.

During instances such as these, it’s up to him to read you, to decode and decipher the beat of your sobs and the melody of your whines, to care for you properly like all good Daddies do, like all good Daddies are supposed to, eager to nurture his most prized possession, to give her want he knows she needs most.

It’s easy to tell, even when your face is buried in his bed, webby smears of saliva streaking his dark sheets as you sob into the mattress—ugly chest-wracking things that leave your ribs heaving and your entire body quivering, fingers curled so tightly in his silk pillow that they’re frozen stiff, aching joints creaking as he uses one of his four hands to uncurl one, then uncurl the other, fingertips pressing tenderly into your knuckles and massaging the numbness from them, the gentleness a stark contrast to the brutal snapping of his hips. 

His remaining two hands stay curled around your hips, keeping them hoisted high and held still as he rams into you. A flash of heat spreads throughout your spine as his body blankets yours, his broad chest pressed flush to your sticky, sweat-glazed back, his lips moving along the shell of your ear.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Uh—Uh-huh,” you wail out, head nodding in sloppy motions, turning your head so his lips brush your cheek. 

“You need Daddy to pacify you? Huh?” 

“Yes, Daddy, please, Daddy, yes, Daddy!” you’re crying, mouth already wide open and waiting, tears leaking past the corners to stain your tongue with salt. 

“Oh, my poor little princess,” he’s cooing as he wedges a thick wrist between your parted teeth, your jaw immediately flexing around it. “Needs Daddy to give her something to gnaw on while he fucks her,” he tuts his tongue, as if it’s such a shame, as if he genuinely pities you, but you can hear the notes of sadistic glee infusing his voice. “How utterly pathetic.”

The insult is spit in your ear, fading to a growl at the end, a singular sharp huff of air against the curve of your cheek. 

And then his hips are pounding again, fucking into you rough and ruthless, the hands on your hips an anchor keeping you from being jostled up the bed as your front teeth involuntarily dig into his flesh. 

“Is that better, sweetheart?”

An affirmative hum vibrates up his arm, your head nodding in quick little motions, glassy eyes desperately trying to glance up at him as weighted lids struggle to stay open.

But that just isn’t good enough. 

A large hand tangles in the hair at the back of your skull and yanks, your teeth latching onto his wrist tighter, the sudden motion forcing them to scrape against his flesh, a pleasured hiss slipping through the gaps of his teeth. 

“Fucking answer me when I ask you a question.” 

Yes! you yelp around the wrist crammed in your mouth, instant and instinctual. Yes, yes, yes! 

“Good,” he snarls in your ear before shoving your head back into the mattress, front teeth gouging into his arm in the process. 

And it’s real sweet, the way such a simple, primal action—a body part shoved between your lips, little tongue curling around the bones of his wrist, sucking it harder, further, deeper—can provide such an immense amount of comfort; sobs calming to sniffles, limbs gone languid and limp, whole form malleable between his large palms.

But he loves it just as much as you do. Because despite the fact that it muddles your pretty sounds, it also leaves the cutest little bracelet of indents around his thick wrist, something he wishes he could wear forever, something that fades much too quickly for his liking. 

There’s nothing better than when you break the skin, little pools of blood filling the notches of your teeth until they overflow, drops of crimson streaming down his forearm and along the lines of his palm, because those ones scab, which means they last a little longer, look a little brighter, leave a lingering reminder. 

One day, he hopes you’ll scar him with all your gnawing, carve something permanent into his skin just as he’s done to you countless times before, stamp him with your unique signature and claim him as yours, eternally. 

#ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x you #sukuna smut #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna headcanons #ryomen sukuna drabble #sukuna drabble #whEW cleaning out my drafts hahahaha #inky.sukuna #tw:daddy kink #sukuna hcs #sukuna headcanons

[fairuzfan]

"There are grifters in the Free Palestine movement who are not actually interested in the liberation of Palestine and are only taking this as a chance to be antisemitic" is true.

"Therefore you should admit the Free Palestine movement has an 'antisemitism problem'" is not and fundamentally rooted in anti-Palestinian narratives lol. You cannot say this and neglect to mention that the major leaders of the Free Palestine movement are Palestinian themselves. Unless you are calling the Palestinians antisemitic for fighting for their freedoms, in which case I think you should say that.

I refuse to add caveats to statements like "Free Palestine but I'm not antisemitic!!!!!" like why is it automatically assumed that I, a Palestinian, am uniquely antisemitic and must condemn it or else I, *a Palestinian*, am directly contributing/endorsing antisemitism.

#palestine #im going through my drafts and cleaning out lol

[stargirlrchive]

price who waste no opportunity to flirt with you. enjoying the way your cheeks burn and your smile turns coy.

the task force had coined you as his work wife, and price loved to tease you about it. the way your lashes would bat up at him or the way you’d laugh a little nervously.

a teasing comment about letting him take you out on a real date for being such a good little helper falls from his mouth.

but he soon grew flustered as you stared at him, amusement dancing in your eyes as you ask him, “when?”

and his face colored as he stared at you, “you’re serious, doll?”

your shoulders shrugged but the way your eyes shined told him you were excited. “think i deserve it, no? for being such a good work wife after all.”

johnny snickered behind the two of you as the captain fumbled for words. his cheeks burning as you set a date.

#cleaning out my drafts #john price x reader #john price

[bakubunny]

best friend!kiri x praise kink!reader

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts and rotting my brain for months so here you gooo. reader is shy and flustered around pretty sunshine boy when he says nice things.

tags: aged up characters, f!reader, praise kink, pet names, smut

“c’mon, just three more…” kirishima said. “atta girl, that’s it…. two… three. great job!”

his hand burned hot as he squeezed your shoulder much like the burning that was amplified on your cheeks by his words.

“thanks,” you said, quickly moving on to the next exercise given.

eijiro was your best friend. you’d known him since you were kids, and you finally took him up on the offer to let him help you train at his gym. he was surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) patient and encouraging despite the fact that you were clueless.

“…spread your feet a little more, like this. good girl. now…” he tried to give more instruction, but you cut him off.

“please don’t say that,” you said, almost whispering the words in shame.

eijiro was so kind, but he must have been oblivious to the way your body tensed any time he said a handful of specific things. good girl. that’s it, keep going for me. you’re doing so well. atta girl….

come to think of it, there were a lot of things he said that made your skin run hot that you tried to ignore, and the majority of it started when he’d started bringing you here. but you were at your wits end. you didn’t need to be thinking of the heated ache in your core every time he said something that set you off without knowing.

“huh?” he leaned in slightly to hear you better.

you spoke slightly louder. “please don’t say that.”

“say what? is everything alright?” he had a look of concern in his eyes.

you caught a glance and a stifled laugh swiftly disguised as a cough from the blond at the machine nearby. eijiro’s roommate and your other best friend, denki. your cheeks burned as you stumbled through what to say.

“n-nothing. yes, everything is great,” you replied with a bright smile. “you were saying?”

eijiro’s brows furrowed for a moment, but he took your cue to move on.

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one week later

you sat next to eijiro where you both stared intently at the widescreen tv across the room, game controllers in hand. denki at minimum was normally here for game night, but somehow it wound up being just the two of you. so instead of several people huddled around a board game, you’d decided video games were a better choice.

you managed to secure the final kill needed to win another match.

eijiro exploded with joy. “yeeeaah! good girl, wa-”

“that. please don’t say that,” you said, cutting him off. you swallowed hard, eyes shut tight, hoping he wouldn’t ask questions or press further.

eijiro fell quiet as the kill cam started. “was that what you meant the other day?”

your cheeks grew hot. “yes. i… couldn’t figure out how to ask you to stop without making both of us uncomfortable, so i haven’t said anything. can we just start the next match?”

“we can… but what if i want to know more?” he replied.

your grip tightened on the controller. “there’s not much to it. i like praise. a lot.”

he laughed softly, loosing some of the tension in your body.

“yeah, but… what if i don’t want to stop?” he said.

eijiro’s statement caught you off guard enough that you chanced a look at his face. his cheeks were a little pink, but his bright eyed smile was the same as ever.

“ei, what are you saying?”

his grin got a little wider as he pulled the controller from your hand and set it aside. he leaned in. “i’m saying i want to call you that. would you like that?”

your brain short-circuited for a second. “i-i-i mean, um, i… yes. please?”

eijiro’s voice lowered as he lifted your chin and leaned in. “good girl…. you’re so cute with that look on your face.”

you looked back at him wide eyed and flushed from neck to hairline, his crimson eyes alight with a playfulness that was new to you. “thanks.”

he closed the distance and kissed you, soft and warm and sweet like honey.

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the sound of wet slapping filled the room. eijiro’s voice rolled down your body as the heat of his breath hit your face, his forehead resting against yours. the thrust of his hips was heavy against your cunt.

“you’re so fucking beautiful, baby. can’t get enough of this pretty face, all fucked out and eyes rolling just for me,” eijiro said.

his thick length had you shaking yet again, your body begging him not to stop as another climax neared.

“eiji, needa cum, fuck-” you slurred.

he kissed you hard and leaned into your ear.

“that’s my good fucking girl, c’mon, cum for me. that’s it princess, give it to me. don’t fucking stop. don’t you dare stop cumming, sweet girl. you’re so pretty when you cum for me, i need all of it….”

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[obriy]

THE CAST OF NETFLIX'S ONE PIECE

photographed by Brad Ogbonna — aug. 2023

#iñaki godoy #mackenyu #taz skylar #emily rudd #jacob romero gibson #one piece live action #opla cast #one piece #oplacastedit #useropla #onepiecesource #mediagifs #glamoroussource #popcultureds #tazskylaredit #mackenyuedit #my edit #cleaning out my drafts #q