#and you're not allowed to tell them 'what? fucking what? what?'

[heauxvibez]

He Loves To Talk You Through It

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One thing we all love and know Roman for is his way with words. He has a passion for talking, reveling in the sound of his own voice. Yet, as much as he loved to speak, it couldn't compare to the pleasure you felt listening to him.

"Tell daddy how much you love when I fuck you like this..when I look you in the eyes while I hit that spot."

His words always caressed your ears softly, even when they were rough and demanding. Whether he was pinning you down or had his calloused hands wrapped around your throat, every word he spoke felt like a sensual embrace, leaving you breathless with each and every syllable.

"Runnin' ain't gon do nothin’ but make me wanna go deeper.."

That man always makes you feel so many things at once. He has this incredible ability to be both rough and gentle, his words so sinister yet whispered through soft, angelic lips that set your skin ablaze. Your tender, supple skin is handled by his calloused hands, which somehow manage to hold you delicately, with the same gentleness he used to handle your heart.

"Eyes on me.." he commanded with your ass firmly pressed against his pelvis, his dick deep in you almost melting and molding into your wetness as he searched for that spot.

"And don't look away, at all."

You locked eyes with him, staring into his dark eyes through the bedroom closet mirror. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest consumed your whole body when he did this. He knew that making you look at him while he snatched every fiber of your being from you would not only make you extremely nervous but also have you begging for mercy.

"A pretty girl like you can't be fucked without me seeing every single moan leave those pretty lips.."

Your whimpers are like music to his ears but listening to them while you were faced down, ass up was never good enough for him. He thrived off having you pinned against his body, physically feeling you fall apart against his skin while you threw your head in the air and allowed your sobs to paint the room.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, baby girl. I got you.."

His muscles twitched and tensed against your backside as he held you close by your throat with the hand accompanied by his sleeve. Watching that arm flex as he controlled you practically had your essence dripping down his length. His beautiful smile lines deepened as his lips curled into that sexy smirk that had you swooning each and every time. He watched your eyes divert for a quick second to look at the tattoo. Jesus, he literally had you in a chokehold.

"Look at you, so fucking weak for me right now...melting in my fucking arms,"

Your eyes never left his, just as he wanted, locked in a soul snatching gaze. He felt your body crumbling with every word he spoke, but he held you up. Each heartbeat, each breath, each moan, whimper, bound you tighter to him,

'That's it mama, keep lookin' at daddy.."

He slowly continues his thrusts, being sure to aim for your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. His right hand always finds it's way to your clit rubbing in slow, agonizing circles sliding in between your slit to dip into your wetness and back to your throbbing pearl.

"Damn. You're so in love with me aren't you baby?" he asks before allowing his tongue to trace his lips.

The air felt thin, almost suffocating. You wondered how you could still look this man in the eyes while releasing soft, desperate gasps. Yet, each sound that escaped you, made him throb in response to each breath you made. Your hands clung to his wrists, not to push him away but to anchor yourself as the pleasure pulsed through you.

"You couldn't hide it if you wanted to, you're so damn wet for me..just for me" Your juices still coated his lips from the taste of you he had earlier. He moaned as his mind gave him a quick flashback of his feasting session earlier.

That moan rumbled through your ear almost pushing you to the edge. His fingers still toyed with your clit, pulling away and turning into soft, light taps when he'd hear your breath quicken.

"Aren't you?" he questioned again, this time a bit firmer. A bit rougher.

"Yes, daddy.." you choked out before your teeth sunk into your lower lip. His touch was still steady against your throat. It felt as if every sound trying to escape you was trapped by his grasp.

"Good." his low and husky voice brushed against your ear.

"Because, I'm just as in love with you.." he breathed out, another moan escaping his lips.

You weren't sure how much more of this sweet torment you could take, but you had no choice. The night would be endlessly filled with his touch and the intoxicating words that flowed from his lips.

"Aht, look at me while you cum, sweetheart. You better not look away."

"I just need you to nut one more time baby."

"That's it my love, give me that nut. Fuck, mmm, I love this shit."

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Mine. || Simon "Ghost" Riley

For @glitterypirateduck's “GhostChallenge” writing challenge! I used the following prompts:

9. Alternate universe 100. You're Price, Gaz, or Soap's sister/brother 12. Brothers best friend trope 71. Reader or Ghost rescues the other from a bad date (but 'bad' is used very loosely) 34. Ghost in gray sweatpants. Just. Gray. Sweatpants. 90. Thigh riding 13. Car sex (also loosely) 48. "Is that the best that you can do?" 99. "You're mine."

Rating: E Words: 3.2k~ CW: smutty, thigh riding, no piv, no kissing, mean!Simon, toxic!Simon, fuck buddy!Simon, jealous!Simon, stalker(ish?)!Simon, possessive behavior. Tags: afab!reader, you/your pronouns but no Y/N, rugby AU, friends with benefits/fuck buddies, unrequited feelings (or are they?), toxic-ish relationship?, lying, manipulation?, secret relationship, brother's best friend, creating/baiting jealousy. Summary: Ghost is a cocky, mean rugby player that you can't help but be pining over. But maybe it's not completely unrequited. OR Simon ruins your date with someone else because he's jealous. a/n: I had a plan. I executed said plan. Profit?

Having grown up in a rugby family, you were given little choice but to attend all of your brother's games, both as a wee lad, a young man, and, now.

You were there, with your remaining sisters and your mam, for every single one of Johnny's games, back from when he was a wee one that couldn't even do a proper tackle and would fall in the mud, to now, picked to join the national team.

This means, however, that you've spent your entire childhood, teen years and now young adulthood, surrounded by the lads from your brother's many teams, but, especially, the ones he met as a teen and made a lasting friendship with: John "Cap" Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, and Simon "Ghost" Riley, the bane of your existence.

Johnny's had them over for birthdays, holidays, sleepovers... Not to mention the times you've gone to pick him up from training and were allowed into the locker room, only to get an eyeful of too much bare skin on all those men as they paraded around half-dressed; in towels; in underwear, or even in less than that.

It became a matter of time until you gained someone's attention. No wonder, pretty lass like you, with your sweet smiles and playful quips... coming to pick up your bulky winger brother, of course you'd catch someone's eye.

Kyle Garrick is the team's Hooker... but he's also known as a manwhore, the town bicycle, or whatever you wanna call him. The lads all know that if they go out drinking, Kyle is not going home alone, and, worse, they know that Kyle could and would seduce their cousins, sisters, mothers, and girlfriends, if not kept in check.

That's part of the reason why Johnny nearly had a fucking aneurysm when he caught Kyle outside the locker room three days ago, with a hand pressed against the wall beside your head, looking down at you with a smug little smirk on those perfect lips of his.

He knew what was happening, the way Kyle was looking down at you, the way you were looking up at Kyle, smiling all cutely, backed up against the wall, while his own teammate put the moves on you and talked about taking you out, his free hand gently playing with the strap of the dress you were wearing.

Johnny, however, missed the way Simon, who was standing right behind him, stiffened up and bristled at the sight of Garrick flirting with you. You didn't though. You caught it as soon as Johnny cleared his throat next to you with a "Should I pull up a chair and wait fer ye to be done?". Simon's eyes were glued to you, his brow set, his jaw clenched...

That's what he gets.

Simon, whom you've had a massive crush on for years now, who you pine for, whose attention you crave... and who only ever comes to you for a quick lay...

Simon, who rolls over after sex and tosses you a towel while he's putting on his clothes, telling you to 'hurry up' so he can take you home.

Simon, who always stares at you like he's going to eat you whole every time he lays eyes on you.

Simon, who chugs half of the ice cold water bottles he's given during breaks in practice, and uses the rest to douse himself in water to keep himself cool.

Simon, who knows how your eyes always get drawn to his legs and his bulge in his uniform, and rolls up his shorts before doing lifts, just for you.

Simon, who comes to pick you up whenever you call him, tipsy, from some bar or club when going out with friends.

Simon, who sends you 'u up?' texts at 2 in the morning when he's drunk.

Simon, who scoffs and chuckles whenever you breach the 'us' topic.

Frankly, you're not even actually trying to get with Kyle, especially not with his reputation (nothing against him, it's just not for you), but you needed to do something.

You're tired of waiting around for SImon to get his head out of his arse. You're not a toy, you're not going to stick around and be 'friends with benefits' with him, except barely friends, and with little benefits.

He's getting what he fucking deserves.

You didn't anticipate, however, how upset Johnny would be at the idea of Kyle taking you out. In fact, it was poor planning on your end because from the moment Johnny saw you with Kyle, he attempted, multiple times, to convince you not to go out with him... And if the DMs Kyle sent you are any indication, he also tried to talk Kyle out of it.

On the other hand, Simon didn't once try to intervene. Despite the look he shot you on Tuesday, he did not in fact reach out to talk to you, even now, as Friday comes along and you stride into the restaurant, hanging off Kyle's arm...

There's nothing from him. No texts, no DMs, no calls, nothing... So you guess that it's done, over. He got the memo, finally...

Your phone starts buzzing inside your bag while you and Kyle are halfway through sharing your appetizers. Looking down at your phone, you narrow your eyes when you find Simon's number ringing.

Really? Now? You don't think so.

So, you hang up.

Only for it to start ringing again immediately after. Simon. Again.

Grunting, you end up picking up. "What?"

"I'm outside. Let's get out of here."

You're hyper aware, suddenly, that the host has sat you and Kyle by the windows overlooking the car park... And you can see a car with its headlights on pointing right at you.

"I don't think so."

"Then don't think. Just do what I'm telling you."

Bossy, as always, that's how Simon is. Everything is on his terms, never on yours.

"I'm having dinner." You fight him, as always. This push and pull of yours has been going on for three years now... And Simon always wins. It makes him cocky.

"Not with him you're not. So you better get out here before I go in there and embarrass you."

With a sigh, you nod. "Fine, I'll be right there."

Turning off the call, you turn to Kyle, explaining you have to leave. His brows knit together and he looks at you with puppy eyes, asking why, and, short of a proper explanation, you do the same thing you've been doing to Johnny for the past three years: you lie.

"Johnny said he got a bizarre text from our mam and he tried calling her and she isn't replying."

"She's on these new sleeping pills, so she might have just knocked out while watching telly..."

"But he's worried, and he's on the other side of town, so he asked if I could go home and check on her..."

And Kyle, as much of a manwhore he is, he's also a gentleman, and is one of your brother's best friends. If your mam might be feeling sick, he's, of course, driving you home and helping! He was raised right.

As you leave the car park on the passenger seat of Kyle's BMW, you're hyper aware of the familiar Range Rover trailing you down the road, always a couple of cars behind, but always there... always lurking.

You reach your childhood home in record time, and start fumbling for the keys inside your clutch while Kyle trails up behind you to the front door. "I think I've got this from here, Kyle."

"No way, I love your mum like she's my auntie, if she's not doing well, I'm here to help,"

"No, really, it's okay, I'm sure she's fine..."

"Love, really, I'm not leaving you like this, not before I make sure that she's alright-"

Suddenly, a large, pale hand comes to grip Kyle's shoulder from behind, Simon's eyes shining in the darkness of the night, barely illuminated by the light by the front door, before his full face reveals itself.

Like a Ghost. That's his nickname. Fast, stealthy, there when you least expect it. Both in the rugby pitch and out of it.

"Don't worry, mate, I've got this." Simon announces, causing Kyle (and you) to freeze.

"You're here too?" Kyle asks, seemingly surprised, just as the taller fullback player removes his hand from his shoulder.

"Johnny called me too. Was worried about her being alone if mam wasn't doing well," Simon says naturally, as if he isn't also lying through his teeth, though his eyes never leave yours, catching and not planning on letting it go.

"Okay... well..." Kyle says and looks back and forth between you and Simon, seemingly catching the weird vibe between you, before he nods. "I'll go home then. Text me?" He asks you. "We can have a rain check."

Gulping thickly, your gaze slowly moves back toward Kyle, and you nod with a soft smile. "Yeah, yeah. Of course." You say softly and move over to kiss his cheek, before watching Kyle go back to his car and pull off.

You're turning, keys now in hand, to unlock the door when one of Simon's large hands grabs yours, stopping you. "What are you doing?" He asks you.

"Going home?" You retort as you look up at him, feeling the warmth of his fingers wrapped around yours, clutching lightly. "Ye can go now. Congratulations, you ruined my date. Yer work is done."

Simon chuckles and takes a step closer to you, tilting his head at an angle and regarding you with those dark, deep brown eyes of his, the same ones that always make you feel like he's trying to burn you with his gaze.

"That's cute that there, sweetheart." The Mancunian tells you before he lets go of your hand and pushes you along with a hand on the small of your back, away from your front door. "Get in the fuckin' car." He orders and uses his eyebrows to point at his jeep, his voice carrying the same strong tone that he reserves only for bossing his teammates around during practice.

You know better than to defy him. So you tuck your metaphorical tail between your legs and you nod, moving over to his Rover. He opens the door for you and helps you up by gripping a hand around your forearm, the other bumps you up by the back of the legs.

"How'd ye know where we were?" You end up asking once Simon has driven away from your street, your eyes locked on his as he drives, finally daring to take a proper look at him under the orange light of the street lamps you pass by.

Black hoodie, grey sweatpants, and some kind of running shoes. Those stupid bloody sweatpants... The same ones he usually wears when he shows up at your door, or you at his, or when he goes to get you from work or nights out...

You know he did it on purpose... To pick the most slutty outfit he has as he comes to break up your date with Kyle. The annoying grey sweats that hang off his lip, that hug his thick, muscular thighs, the ones that he never wears boxers under, to make sure you can catch the dick print in the fabric...

And his stupid blonde hair all spiked up with hair gel... It used to be brown, matching his eyes, but he bleaches it now, the idiot... You want to be mad at him, you really do... But when he glances over at you while he's driving, you can't really.

"Garrick's predictable," Simon says, his tongue spitting vitriol as he utters his teammate's name. You'd think he hates the bloke... and right now he might as well do. "Takes birds to the same 5 or 6 places every time. Your brother and I split up to cover half of them each." He explains.

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. "The two of ye have no right." You tell him, scolding him over interrupting your date. "I'm a grown woman."

"Right. That's what you told Johnny. Don't try to use that shite excuse on me." Simon tells you as he turns on the blinker and pulls over.

You haven't driven long. Less than 2 minutes. You could climb out of the jeep if you wanted to and walk home.

"It's not an excuse." You retort as you glare at him, keeping your arms tightly crossed over your chest.

"Right, because you want me to believe you really want to go out with Kyle? Or, let me guess, you 'can change him'?" Simon asks sardonically and laughs as he pulls off his seatbelt.

"I didn't say that." You retort. "I simply said that I can do whatever I want because I'm a grown woman.'

"No..." The blond says in a sarcastic tone. "You... did it because you wanted my attention... And you got it, sweetheart." He replies as he reaches over and unbuckles your seatbelt for you, his hands wrapping around your hip and back, tugging you over the gearshift onto his lap.

"I weren't trying to-" You reply, pushing back against his chest, but only half-heartedly, allowing yourself to be dragged onto him.

"Sure you were. But Gaz, really? Is that the best you can do when it comes to making me jealous?" Simon quips as he makes you straddle his left thigh, bringing you down to sit on it, the gusset of your panties pressed against the warm material of his sweatpants.

His stupid, muscular, hard thigh, the same one you can't help but drool over when you watch him in his tiny rugby shorts during practice and in the proper pitch...

You can feel the taut muscle, even through the fabric, the wait his leg flexes as you straddle it, the way he presses the weight of it against your core, and his fingers dig into your hip before dragging you back and forth.

You bite your lip hard to contain a moan, though he notices the way you're trembling, enjoying the look in your eyes, the way your body warms up, the way your back arches up. It puts a sick smile on his lips, one you wanna wipe off.

"It worked, didn't it?" You reply, trying your best to suppress the pleasure from showing on your face, and instead trying to seem smug. "You're here, right? Came to break up my date for a reason..." You say, clinging onto your little 'gotcha' moment...

Only for Simon to ruin it. "Oh that weren't jealousy, darling." He replies, his smirk beginning to grow into a proud, mocking grin, his dark brows rising and his cheeks puffing up with his smile. "I have no reason to be jealous."

Simon begins rocking you faster and harder against his hard thigh, causing you to whine and mewl, the pleasure building from the friction between your cunt and his thigh.

Your clit is slowly and steadily catching on the fabric, making you tremble and twitch atop him, feeling the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten as it always does whenever Simon starts playing with your clit like this.

"No, actually... Don't have a reason to be jealous about anyone." Simon replies as he leans toward you, pressing his nose against yours so he can properly look you in the eye. "Not Garrick... not Price... not any of those coworkers you're always talking about... nor your old uni mates..." He trails off.

"Simon..." You grumble, bucking your hips against him, wanting to chase your orgasm. How does he do this to you every time? Make you so horny, make you throw away all rationality, make you give in to him?

"I know, sweetheart, I know... Feels good, don't it?" The large man coos at you as he helps you rock against his thigh faster and faster, your hips stuttering and your legs beginning to tremble on either side of him as you steadily grow closer and closer to coming.

"You know what else I know?" Simon teases as he leans over and uses his teeth to nip at your neck and earlobe. "I know that I'll never have a bloody fucking reason to get jealous over you... because You're Mine." He tells you, his tone surprisingly authoritative.

There's something in that claim... the way he finally says the things you've wanted so badly to hear him say... Your climax crashes into you and you go limp against him, your head falling onto his chest and your jaw going slack as you moan incoherently.

"That's it..." Simon coos at you and gives you a couple of pats on your thigh, sliding his hand up over your ass, covered in a new dress you bought on purpose for your date with Kyle. Your cunt is throbbing inside your panties, your walls clenching around nothing and you know you've left a bit of a wet spot on Simon's sweatpants.

"You got off on that, huh?" He teases you in a mocking tone. "Been wanting to hear that for a while now, have you?" You can hear the smirk on his lips as you try to catch your breath and calm your racing heart. He's so fucking mean...

"Piss off, Simon." You retort and pull off him, pushing against his shoulders with both hands and moving pack to the passenger's seat. "Take me home." You say in a huff.

"Of course, sweetheart." Simon replies, his voice still smug and a large shit-eating grin on his lips as he bites his tongue, turning back onto the street.

After Simon pulls over in front of your house again, you hop out, fixing your dress and stomping back toward the house, displeased with his behavior. With him using your feelings for him against him. With him.

His phone rings, echoing through the speakers in the Rover. The small screen on the dash displays Johnny's contact name as Simon is watching you frustratedly fumble for the keys inside your clutch again.

"Been to all three spots. Did you find her?" The Scot's voice comes through the bluetooth speakers as the Mancunian watches you, running his fingers over his thigh where you left a wet stain on his sweats.

"Yeah, mate. Been keeping an eye on them. Kyle didn't try anything and he just dropped her off at home." He replies, watching you for a moment longer.

"Thanks for lookin' out, mate. 'm going for a pint right now..." Soap announces.

"Cheers," Ghost says in a nonchalant date, watching you finally find the keys and open the door, heading inside and turning on the hall light. "You owe me one, had a date planned but spent my evening going after your sister."

"Yeah... yeah... I owe ye." Soap retorts. "Come out me with me, then, 'm sure ye can find a bird at the pub." He offers.

"Nah, mate, 'm knackered. Going to get a good night's sleep." He says and watches you turn to glance at him (or more so his car) through the open door before you turn away again and visibly huff, closing the door behind yourself.

Simon shakes his head, snickering under his breath and saying goodbye to Soap before hanging up the call and grabbing his phone to shoot you a quick text.

"Ur brother is @ pub. Let me in."

Then, he stashes his phone back in his pocket, not even waiting for a reply.

His eyes return to the door and wait patiently, just a couple of seconds go by before you're opening the front door again. Simon smiles seeing that, turning off his car and hopping out.

His girl is so obedient.

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[morallyinept]

Triad - An Oberyn Martell GIFLET

Uh, Jett, what the heck is a GIFLET?

Just a short 500 words or less drabble, based on inspiration that I got from a GIF. Simples.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It's you, bub.)

Word Count: 498

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You’re safe.

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"I should say something…” Oberyn says, his voice low as he helplessly watches you from afar in the golden garden.

“The decision has been made, love. You cannot interfere with fate.” Ellaria murmurs, watching you buy his side.

“Fuck the fates!” Oberyn hisses.

Ellaria pats his chest and the heavy thrum of his heartbeat under his flaxen robes reverberates under her fingertips. In another situation she might be jealous. She might’ve taken his dagger and plunged it into your heart herself for coming in between them.

But that’s exactly where she wanted you, in between her and her paramour, and the more the three of you spent time and long nights shared in their bed, the more they had opened up and made a comfy space for you.

The more they had both fallen for you.

Something that took all three of you by surprise at the intensity of it.

And now, you're leaving, called away to different lands for your humble service, far from Dorne, and the two of them are bereft.

“There is a way.” Oberyn says, eyes fixed on you as you move about the garden with stems in your basket. You look back forlorn at them knowing your days here are numbered.

“I take her as my wife.” He looks down at his lover, the only one who he’s ever wanted to be wed to, the only one.

And yet now, in a decision born of passion and longing, she nods, her acceptance acquiescing his brashness.

He’s desperate not to let you go and so is she.

“My second…” He says deeply. “We may not be tied in name or law, but in heart, you are my primary.” He assures her.

“I do not doubt it, my love.” Ellaria smiles, cupping his face, a kiss brushed across his lips. His hand cups around her own as he holds it to his heart.

“She’s not a bastard. Your brother will allow it. She can stay with us.” Ellaria states.

“Then let’s tell her the good news.” He smiles and she watches him start forward through the marigolds towards you.

You look up to see your Prince approaching and it stuns you at how he leaves you so breathless.

“My love, I have solved the matter of your departure.”

“Yes?” You query.

“Yes. You shall not be not leaving.”

“But… how? The king, he-”

“You leave the king to me, flower. All you need to do is take my hand.” He holds it out to you and you hesitate.

“He means in marriage,” Ellaria confirms, coming up behind him. “If you marry Oberyn, you can stay in Dorne with us.”

You smile. “Really?” You glance at them both, heart swelling and legs feeling weak.

Oberyn takes you in his arms. “We can be together, all of us.” He runs his nose across your throat.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” you sigh dreamily into his face.

Ellaria smirks, reaching for you too. “Gods… can we all just kiss, already?”

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Pocket Money | Lance Stroll x Reader

Summary: Since the start of the relationship, fans have been convinced you're only with Lance for his money. When he mentions your future in an interview, they accuse you of trying to baby trap him.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst but mostly just for sadness. Hateful fans.

Female reader with various facelaims. Pics found on Pinterest.

A bit different to the other three.

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YourUserName lovely london was kind enough to be sunny for me this weekend 🇬🇧

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chloestroll i’m still so jealous that you didn’t take me

→ YourUserName yes but if i had, i’d have spent the entire time trying to stop you from running off with a brit. i doubt scotty would appreciate that

→ scottyjames31 do NOT let her run off with a british man

→ YourUserName make sure you behave yourself then

User1 oh, so she’s on yet another holiday funded by her sweet, naive boyfriend who can’t tell he’s with a gold digger

User2 that’s it sweetheart. post pics of your trip that your boyfriend undoubtedly paid for whilst he’s busy racing all weekend without your support

User3 she’s quite possibly the worst wag. give the role to someone who would enjoy being there

→ User4 it’s not a fucking role, sweetheart. being someone’s fiancée is not a role you play, and i think y/n happens to do an amazing “part”

danielricciardo bring me back some crunchies

→ YourUserName no, i got into trouble last time. your trainer told me that you’re not allowed them

→ danielricciardo boo, you whore

User5 so she’s on yet another weekend away in london the same weekend that lance is racing in jeddah? can she make it anymore obvious that she doesn’t support him?

→ User6 her job means she has to travel a lot - just like lance - so unfortunately she cannot follow him around the world

→ User7 you tell ‘em, honey. y/n is a successful businesswoman but everyone seems to forget that? she makes every race when she can but sometimes she can’t get out of work

→ User8 at the end of the day, their relationship is none of our business

astonmartinf1 missing your face in the paddock this weekend

→ YourUserName i miss you too! although i bet nando is enjoying the peace and quiet

→ astonmartinf1 can neither confirm nor deny but he did mention something about yapping

User9 the sunset behind big ben is beautiful

User9 this is so cute. the way his whole face lights up when he’s asked about/talks about her

User10 not lance revealing that y/n would run away and marry him just to call him her husband

→ User11 yes! but he’s so dedicated to giving her the wedding she wanted since she was a child. these two have my whole entire heart 🥰

User12 ugh, where can i get a lance stroll? the way he loves his fiancee 😍 and not him being desperate to have babies with her

User13 so is this confirmation that y/n is pregnant? like, if he wants a baby in a year, then..?

→ User14 wouldn’t surprise me. if they get married, he can still make her sign a prenup and divorce her without a worry, but a baby would tie him to her for life so she can continue to spend his money

→ User15 okay but i’m with you on this. it’s the best way to ensure she can keep him around in some way because let’s be honest, their relationship doesn’t seem the best

→ User9 what the fuck is wrong with you two. where in that entire interview were you getting the impression their relationship is on the rocks? he’s literally planning an entire life with her???

→ User15 yeah and where is she? unbothered in london. she’s only with him for the money and that’s the only reason why they’re engaged.

→ User13 they’re engaged because they love each other! he’s also the one who said he wants her to have his children so he can keep her home????

→ User14 no they’re engaged because for some reason, he’s infatuated with her and she’s only using him, and she’s clearly tricked him into wanting children without realising that’s further entrapment

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YourBrother when sprout takes time out of her busy life to visit, Nonna cooks a whole feast (can you tell who the favourite is) tagged: YourUserName

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YourCousin the only reason we look forward to y/n coming home is because nonna feeds us GOOD

→ YourCousin2 agreed, nothing to do with us missing y/n at all

→ YourUserName this is why i left 😂😭

User1 anyone else find it odd that she’s in a different country again on race weekend? i mean, i know her and lance were still a couple last month but i’m starting to wonder if that’s changed

→ User2 she’s also not been active on socials despite that being part of her job description?

→ User3 can you blame her when everyone constantly hates on her

→ User4 being on media isn’t part of her job, she just liked to share her adventures with us and some of you arseholes ruined that.

User5 oh my gosh, her parents are so cute together. i want to be like that when i’m older

→ User6 and her brother and SIL curled up in the chair together. this family really do produce the cutest couples

→ User7 looks like the only absent spouse is lance :(

→ User8 um because he’s currently in china? he has more important things to be doing??

User9 i love that her brother's first idea to cheer her up is to give her beer

→ User10 well, at least we know she’s not pregnant currently

→ User11 thank god. we know lance is free from her in that aspect

→ User9 seriously? making these comments on twitter wasn't bad enough, you people are actually commenting on her BROTHER’s instagram

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astonmartinf1 our first race back in shanghai sees a p7 finish for fernando with the fastest lap. lance comes home in p15 after contact earlier in the race

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User12 woohoo, go nando

User13 nando could get the wdc if you got him a better car and a better teammate

User14 literally give the seat to anyone other than lance stroll please

User15 can we all stop hating on lance, please? it was an accident, they happen

User16 not him blaming danny ric. sweetie, the car has brakes for a reason

User17 danny ric was fuming but also seemed like he was trying not to be

→ User18 no literally. it was like he was trying not to say something but in one interview slipped up and said that lance has been really distracted due to issues at home

→ User19 i saw that! and the way he ran away after like ‘oo the team is calling me’

→ User20 are we smelling a breakup?

User1 i personally think lance stroll shouldn’t be in f1 but can we take a moment to think that whilst it was really bad driving, he’s not been himself lately? he looks really sad in all the media things

→ User2 literally, like he’s constantly coming under hate for his fiancée, and then she hasn’t been to any races recently and he’s not talked about wedding planning once. this is the man who was telling everyone about his wedding even if they didn’t ask

→ User3 maybe he realised that his girlfriend was a gold digging bitch

→ User4 literally. he talked about having children with her and then realised that meant she’d never leave

→ User5 you people are actually crazy. how do you turn a man talking about wanting children into the woman he loves trying to baby trap him? y/n has never talked about wanting kids

→ User6 this. like i definitely think they’ve broken up but for all we know, it could be that lance was talking about children and y/n realised she wasn’t ready/didn’t want them.

User7 can’t believe people are still running the baby narrative. we know nothing about their relationship because they’re quite a private couple - and after this, we can see why - and yet people have somehow created a whole drama about babies from nothing

User8 i know lance is one of the more private f1 drivers but i really think he needs to comment on this? the amount of hate y/n is getting is insane and shouldn’t be ignored

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YourUserName the view from my office is better than yours. sorry, not sorry

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BestFriend i’m looking for a woman in finance, trust fund

→ YourUserName you know you’re welcome to my trust fund anytime

→ BestFriend the best sugar mommy i’ve ever had

YourBrother congratulations on your promotion, shithead. one step away from ceo!

User1 wait why did no one tell me she was running a company?

→ User2 babe, we’ve been telling you bitches this from the start! but none of you listened

chloestroll congratulations, business barbie 💕

→ YourUserName thank you, music barbie 🤍

→ User3 so chloe is still here? does that mean we’re still getting a wedding

→ User4 idk. lance isn’t in the likes..?

→ User5 @ chloestroll please tell us what you know. Some of us are rooting for them to end up together

User6 so she goes radio silent for three months just to come back and pretend like she has a job? nothing about the man she supposedly loves?

→ User7 seems shady to me. you got caught out for being a gold digger so now you’re going to act like you actually go to work?

→ User8 i really hate people like you

→ User9 you know nothing about her and lance so how about we stop making shit up? lance isn’t going to see your comments and think i’m gonna shag this random person

→ User10 oh yeah like you know much more than we do. bitch

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Baby Fever Angst Series

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[walpu]

i'm still thinking abt that ratio thing you wrote btw (and his tits 🤲) so i wanted to share a thing with you lol (sorry this got long...and horny)

I love omega Ratio a lot, don't get me wrong, but I also can't help but think of Ratio if he was an Alpha- wait HEAR ME OUT

He already has such an inflated ego so imagine how much bigger it'd be if he's in the omegaverse and an alpha. It makes it all the more fun to tear him down >:)

Ratio who thinks he's hot shit and quite frankly you were starting to get annoyed so you take it upon yourself to knock him down a few pegs

Ratio who's only ever topped before so when you ask him if you can top he's all like "Hmph, well, since you insist, I'll indulge you." He's so sure he'll get bored quickly and that it wouldn't be long until you beg him to take over.

Ratio who has a really sensitive chest (you're so right on that) that even the slightest touch has him imagining the wildest things. When you first cup them he get's so flustered "Where do you think you're touching..." "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"

Ratio who also has really sensitive thighs 🗣️🗣️🗣️!! Lick em, bite em, pinch them too, he loves it but he won't ever say it out loud.

Ratio who never imagined to feel so good getting railed, he can't think about anything else but the feeling of being so full and he's so shocked when the thought of being bred briefly enters his mind that he has to tell you to stop for a bit so he can collect his thoughts.

Ratio who's actually well endowed so obviously you have to take the opportunity to degrade him for it "All that cock, and for what exactly?" Tell him how useless it is flopping around while you fuck him, and of course he's not allowed to hide his face so pin his hands beside his head and look right into his eyes as you say these things to him.

Ratio who can't even look at you in the morning because not only is he confused and embarrassed but now he has a lot of thinking to do regarding his kinks...

(bonus points if reader is an omega btw, role reversal my beloved <3)

ROLE REVERSE LET'S GO LET'S GOOO

Thank you for the food Avi you saved me

I just really want to fuck Ratio now

#dr ratio x reader #reader insert #sub dr ratio #I'm god's weakest soldier fr

[annabtg]

Anna, you’re so right(i love you). It’s so annoying that all these woke yaoi-shipping sjws have taken over the fandom. You cannot put characters like James and Sev through modern lenses(“Snape was a child abuser” teachers were allowed to hit students with rulers at 90s british schools but being a little mean to a troublemaker makes you satan🙄) and understand them fully. You also cannot make James Potter into a bisexual adhd-having MOC and keep true to his character(everything about him relays on him being very privileged in society)

Love, an old man.

I don't know how you can read this post and conclude that my problem is "woke, yaoi-shipping sjws"? My problem is, like I said, the complete lack of reading comprehension skills, of creative and analytical thought and of the ability to empathize with the characters.

Indeed, modern social media seems to favour performative activism, but that's not what fanfic suffers from. I've engaged with fandom enough to understand that the prevalence of non-nuanced takes comes from younger fans who have grown up in a world massively different from the one I grew up in as a millennial with boomer parents.

Nevertheless, I don't think you're doing it right either, my love. Teachers might have been allowed to hit students with rulers in the 70s (they weren't allowed in 90s Greece, though, and I have been informed neither were they in the UK) - and an example of a strict but good teacher in the books is Minerva McGonagall, who would dole out harsh punishments and use her sharp tongue on students, but still gives you the feeling that she cared about them and loved them. That kind of "tough love" was how boomers took care of their kids. Not Snape, who had beef with a student because he didn't like his father. That's fucked up. But the thing is that Snape is supposed to be unlikeable and mean and come off as the villain, to make his arc all the more surprising and impactful. He's supposed to be a fucked up dick who works for the side of good, because the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.

As for James, I don't think his portrayal as a bisexual ADHD-having MOC is inherently incompatible with his character, even if it's not the authorial intent (indeed, James is supposed to be the picture of privilege). For instance, one aspect of HP I find fascinating is how being a POC doesn't descend into racism in the books - I think there's one single instance of it, where Pansy tells Angelina she's got worms on her head, but that's obviously Pansy being a dick, and other than that there is no casual racism thrown about to people like Dean or Lee or Cho or the Patils. Whether their portrayal is nuanced or stereotypical is a different discussion, but I think it's obvious that we're supposed to take out that if you're a racist wizard, it's not colour that matters, it's blood. James Potter could reasonably be a POC and it wouldn't matter at all in the world he lived in.

That he would struggle with ADHD or sexuality is also not implausible, and in fact I think it makes for very compelling portrayals of him to be going through that in an era-adequate way. Have people around him be annoyed because he just won't sit still, show him confused by his attraction to Sirius and downplaying it with semi-homophobic remarks. I'm personally not so much a fan of a Hogwarts that reads like you're at Pride, but it was the era of hippies, after all?? I think that Hogwarts would be on the conservative side of things, but at the end of the day it *was* the time when queerness started to gain visibility and I understand how people feel at liberty to use that. Everyone seeks to connect to these characters through fic to some degree; for me, who grew up as a gifted (and probably undiagnosed autistic?) kid in a conservative society, the canon portrayal of people like James and Lily and Sirius at Hogwarts resonates enough to keep me intrigued.

I don't lament people trying to project their own struggles with queerness or mental illness or idk just the fun conversations they have with their friends on the Marauders and Hogwarts; what bugs me is when it's being done in a way that cancels canon aphoristically, and you're suddenly idk toxic for shipping Jily because "James was an abuser and Lily had Stockholm Syndrome" - that's not what happened. Showing off like a peacock was the men's standard flirting technique, and playing hard to get was the women's standard flirting technique, and even with that Jily contains a LOT of nuance - and frankly, even through a modern lens I find it very difficult to miss if you have the first idea of reading between the lines. Which is why I keep saying: lack of reading comprehension skills and critical thinking beyond understanding straightforward text messages and cheap quips is the bane of these readers' existence (or, you know, our existence, for having to put up with it).

#answered ask #anon ask

[modernghostfare]

uhhmm drabble about ghost and mace after soap's death. ao3 link 857 words. here it is on Tumblr tho

Ghost is notorious for changing phone numbers. This wasn't the case originally, when his mother was still alive and needed a way to contact her son easily. That was years ago. Now, Mace keeps the same number, and about once a month he receives a text from Unknown asking if he's too busy to talk. He’s always honest, either ignoring if he is busy or sitting with his phone in hand teasing Ghost for a second before calling.

Today, he gets the text in the middle of the day while he's eating lunch. Mace texts back once, “I'm eating.” Ghost doesn't wait for a back and forth before calling him.

“Oi,” he says as a greeting. He sounds gruff, but he always sounds gruff.

“Hey.”

Mace listens as he inhales and exhales what he can only assume is cigarette smoke. “What're you eating?”

“Rice and lamb.” Mace continues before Ghost can give more than a soft grunt in reply, teeming with need to pick at Ghost for a moment. “You're not too busy with that new guy to talk?”

"He died.” Ghost says. Blunt, even, said like he's eager to get this discussion over with already.

"Oh.”

"Mh.”

"I'm, um,” Mace struggles a bit. He looks at the phone out of the corner of his eyes, keenly aware this conversation could spark an argument quickly. “I'm sorry"

"S'okay, it's not your fault. It's Price's." Ghost sighs, almost immediately. Mace can hear a light clunk as the phone is set beside him. It's silent for a bit before there's a softer sound, and Ghost sounds further away when he speaks again. "I don't mean that."

"Yea," Mace agrees. He knows.

"I was there, too. It's just as much my fault."

Mace can hear it now, the haggard edge to his voice. He's been awake too long, probably, if Mace knows him right. He forgoes reassuring him, instead replies with his tone gentle, "what happened?”

"Just… It was quick. Price was grabbed, Soap was trying to help, he got shot. It did help, but," Ghost pauses. Mace can picture Simon, looking left and right at nothing, eyes unfocused.

"He didn't make it," Mace provides.

The phone is picked back up. Mace can hear as Ghost exhales against the microphone, his voice tense from the latest drag of his cigarette. "Right through his temple."

"Mh," Mace nods though Ghost can't see.

"Quick, at least."

"Did you go to the funeral? Has he had one yet?”

Ghost scoffs. "In my mask?"

"You could take it off,” Mace replies, tone still gentle, still trying to urge him out of this shell of his.

"Fuck. You." Mace can tell he'd brought the phone closer to his mouth. He pulls away again "Gaz and Price went. Gaz said it was nice. They took a bit of his ashes– well, his mom insisted they take some."

"Mh.”

"Had his urn."

"You saw it?"

"We spread them."

"So you did go to his funeral.”

There's a pause and Mace can see Ghost’s eyes rolling in his mind's eye. "Yeah, sure, our own funeral."

“That's nice. That's good,” Mace is genuine, glad Ghost is allowing himself closure this time.

“Sure.”

“It is,” Mace reiterates.

“I literally agreed with you,” he snaps back, already tired of this.

“Okay” Mace says, even and neutral. He stays quiet and Ghost follows suit, passively holding the phone in his hand while he smokes.

“M’still in Scotland.”

“I'm still in Urzikstan.”

“Shame,” Ghost replies.

“Yeah,” Mace agrees. “How long have you been there?”

“Just a night,” Ghost says as he rummages for something. It's all muted to Mace, Ghost’s cheap phone having a cheap microphone. Mace knows he'd say the same for his, so he keeps his phone to his ear, tucked between his head and his shoulder with no complaint.

Ghost stays quiet, huffing and messing with either wrappers or papers in his vicinity. Something plastic. Mace eats his food, only a little too cool now. Neither one of them hangs up, or wants to, despite the stretch of silence going on long enough for Mace to finish the plate, take it and the phone down to the kitchen sink, and go sit outside himself.

“Are you in a room?” he decides to ask, finally.

“Car,” Ghost sounds distant again. Mace can imagine he's set the phone on the dashboard.

“You spend the night there?”

“Yea.”

Bad for your back, Mace thinks fleetingly.

“Don't fuckin’ say anything,” Ghost says, seemingly hearing his thoughts.

“I didn't.”

“Good.”

“I didn't,” Mace laughs, soft and under his breath. “No need.”

Ghost snorts. He fidgets with the phone again before slamming a door and starting the car. Mace can hear the phone get set into a cupholder. “Wanna hang up?” he asks.

“Why? Are you goin’ somewhere?”

“Sounds like you are.”

“I’m just drivin’ back. I’ve got a fuckin’ stand to put my phone in; you’re not hangin’ up.”

“Oh,” Mace replies. Not a cupholder. “You want company while you drive?”

“If it won’t kill you.” Ghost huffs out air.

“Nah, baby,” Mace reassures him, deftly ignoring the bite in his voice. “I’ll be here.”

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #mwmp #simon ghost riley #mace cod #idr what my my fanfic tag is hol up

[legacyshenanigans]

Marvolo x MC 🐍

Suggestive conversations.

She's new to the Den, and not a woman who gives up her body so easily , or so she thinks 💚

As they sit together by the bar, Marvolo is filled with intrigue and desire. It's clear he wants her. His flirtatious comments, the way he's looking at her, the little touches he keeps reaching out for. After some time of enjoying a drink together, he finally makes his move.

Marvolo: You know. If you wanted to explore the back rooms of the Den, I could show you around? *smirks*

MC let out a small chuckle, her own smirk curling onto her lips. It's not that she wasn't interested in him. She definitely was. And she knew it would be so easy for them to find themselves in an intimate situation. But she enjoyed making her men wait. The build-up was a turn-on to her.

MC: Tempting. Though I'll let you know right now. I don't give it up so easy *narrows her eyes and smiles*

Marvolo let out a deep and smooth little laugh as he also narrowed his eyes at her.

Marvolo: Oh I don't expect you to..But I'm definitely up for a challenge if that's what you're throwing down?

MC: *chuckles* What if I said no? What if I told you that you definitely won't be sleeping with me tonight.

Marvolo tilted his head slowly, seemingly studying her for a moment.

Marvolo: You're a tease, aren't you?

MC: Perhaps. *cheeky grin*

Marvolo reached forward, placing a hand on her thigh, before studying her once more. MC looked down at his hand, a small smirk and the faintest of blushes on her cheeks. A sinful smile crept onto Marvolos' lips.

Marvolo: You say that you and I won't end up in the sheets tonight *smirks* and if that really is the case. Then so be it. I can wait.. *naughty grin* I can play your game... Having said that, your body language is giving you away, sweetheart. *narrows his eyes and whispers* I don't think deep down that you truly believe you can resist me tonight.

MC looked up at him, a playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

MC: Interesting..So do you think because I'm flirting and you're making me blush a little means I'm going to let you fuck me?

The tension was clearly building between them. He looked at her like a viper, waiting for its prey. His hand travelled slightly further up her thigh, and she allowed it.

Marvolo: Yes. *charming smile*

MC: Bold. Confident.

Marvolo: You like that.

MC: Do I? *smirks*

Marvolo: Definitely *devilish grin*

His hand travelled even further, now teasing just under her skirt, she shifted a little closing her legs, a slight resistance, which is exactly what he was looking for. MC was enjoying this game, and only really did it to try and make good on her own word that he wouldnt be able to seduce her, but it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on, she giggled. Marvolo narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Marvolo: Do you want me to remove my hand? Say the word, and I will.

"Dammit." She thought to herself, he had her trapped, if she said yes, he'd stop, which she didn't want..But if she said no, he'd win. She didn't speak for a moment. she simply looked at him. He smirked once more.

Marvolo: Don't get quiet now, not when the fun is only just beginning. *chuckles* So answer the question. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want my hand to travel further? Under this skirt. Do you want to feel my fingers rubbing at those damp little panties? *smirks*

MC: And what makes you think they'd be damp?

Marvolo: You're right..I'm making assumptions..*mischievous grin* But I'm 99% sure that they would be.

MC: I guess you won't know, will you? *flirtatious smile*

Marvolo: Won't I? Is that your way of telling me to move my hand?

"Fuck." She thought this time. He was adamant on getting a clear answer to this question. She was falling into his desire. She spread her legs a little once more, reaching down and putting her hand on his, moving it further up her thigh. He'd won. Marvolo gave her a smug grin and let out another quiet but deep chuckle as he moved in closer, whispering in her ear.

Marvolo: I always get what I want.

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#marvolo gaunt headcanons #marvolo x mc #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt

[arcaneyouth]

being a moderator is an. enlightening experience

#queued post #this is just a customer service job rebranded i think #obviously i am not about to publicly call out some of the wilder things i've had to deal with that's a dick move #but it's just like. the fact that there is these wilder experiences is just so. it's. wow #you really gain an appreciation for other moderators and well they handle it once you yourself are a moderator #managing a community is not always a terrible job! i find it fun usually #i honestly haven't even had any particularly horrible experiences #but BAFFLING experiences? *absolutely* #you will be asked questions you couldn't have even dreamed of #and you're not allowed to tell them 'what? fucking what? what?' #like how did you even come up with this. what? #i feel lucky the place i'm modding is 1) a smaller community so these baffling experiences are few and far between #2) run by higher ups that generally agree with me on complex issues and know how to be lighthearted about it. #being a mod for a bigger community with less communicative upper staff would be HELLLLLL #everyone give your community mods some love and affection cause jesus christ dude #its wild out there

[healingheartdogs]

Doctors visits as an AFAB person that have absolutely nothing to do with potential pregnancy and do not at all match symptoms of pregnancy be like:

Doc: "When was your last period?"

Me: "I'm currently on my period, it started (date)."

Doc: "And are you on any birth control?"

Me: "Yeah I have the nexplanon arm implant."

Doc: "And are you currently sexually active?"

Me: "Nope, haven't been for years."

~ Fifteen minutes later ~

Doc: "Well your pregnancy test (that we didn't tell you we were doing or ask your consent for) came back negative so it's not that."

No. Fucking. Duh.

#doctors who do this are pieces of shit just btw #if you dont believe me about my own fucking reproductive health why should i trust you to believe me about ANYTHING? #ndr #not dog related #there is literally no excuse for not asking for consent before doing that and not allowing me to say no you cant do that #its basically fucking ledger fudging through conpletely unnecessary insurance charges #denial of informed consent in medical care too #and yet it happens. every. fucking. time. #oh you're here because youve had heart palpitations and fainting spells since you were a child and you finally want them checked out? #oh you've had all over severe chronic pain and digestive issues since you were a teenager a decade ago? #MUST BE PREGNANT. #dont even need to do a pregnancy test as a precaution for ANY of the procedures or tests they did on me #its basically just saying “hi we dont believe you about your own medical history or value your consent at all” #i have such a big issue with consent in medical settings since being forcibly medically sedated without my consent or any warning at the ER #tell me what the fuck you are doing and ASK ME FIRST

[wyrmcat]

professors in art schools who have lists of thing you're not allowed to draw that's like, harmless, are bitch baby fuckasses. like damn sorry you cant manage trying to nurture that interest in art to encourage them to expand their horizons and would rather be a dick. when you go to art school, you're not going to learn how to draw like professor fuckoff, you're going there to expand on your own skills.

fucking hate standardizing art. fucking hate people giving themselves handjobs because they feel superior to tearing other artists down for drawing a cliche. you know what i honestly dont even like hazbin hotel in the slightest but they made something that made them happy.

yes, specific art principals for achieving certain things are important. anatomy, composition, color theory, texture, ect can all improve artwork IF ACHIEVING THAT LOOK IS YOUR GOAL. Its not everyone's goal, and trying to MAKE it everyone's goal is unnecessary. Sometimes, some random person on youtube telling you you're doing art wrong is ALSO WRONG! You can be highly skilled in an art form, and still be a jackass for trying to correct people on things that aren't that important. (if a youtuber tells you "woman shape like this and man shape like this" thats a big red flag right there.)

fucks sake. quit reinventing art snob bullshit just because you dont like something. and if youre afraid to make art because of reactions to your art that arent constructive and just meant to shit on it, keep making what makes you happy.

if you want to work on anatomy, do it. if that doesnt matter to you and you make art with crazy proportions because thats more fun for you, DO IT.

make art and break rules. learn what is important for achieving what is important to YOU as an artist. this goes especially for unconventional and niche styles, mediums and forms.

#rant #art rant #''you're not allowed to draw dragons because that wont teach you to draw everything 🙄'' #no fucking shit but that doesnt mean shut that down. it means ITERATE AND BUILD ON IT. #so fucking sivk and tired of people thinking theyre the grand champion of art because of popularity in style or technique #and this isnt to write off the skills of artists who are highly regarded in their medium! im happy for them! but that doesnt make them #super art god supreme perfection yknow?? like there is merit to every single form of art and i am not fucking joking #ms paint drawings are art. even if they dont appeal to you. even if they look like a child drew it #fuck even childrens art is meaningful art. its not always about the impressivness about whats made #its about what it meant to the person making it. what does art mean to you? #why do you make art? #what is art for if not to be a labor of love? #industrialization and standardizing art has its benefits but dont you dare tell me it hasnt wrung the #passion and life out of so many artists and asks for more. and because art is labor out of passion they know there will be someone else #waiting for their chance to try and take that passion and make something that meams something to them #and they will come. and they will be wrung. and they will leave dry and drained of what they love #fucks sake #vent

[trimmedarmor]

doing the equivalent of gripping something intensely hard then forcing myself to let it go every time i see something about the stupid fandom drama i got pulled into earlier this year

#nothing bad ppl just... bringing up its existence...AGAIN...... #every time i see it i wanna go on a rant for a billion years but the worst place to do that would be on tumblr #I rly don't wanna see anyone talking abt it unless it's to criticize the ppl who started the false accusations or to apologize to us #for the harassment #Buster: You Really Think Someone Would Do That? Just Go On the Internet and Tell Lies? #anyway I cant believe ive had the misfortune of interacting w some1 who has to b vindictive toward others to quell their own insecurity #to accuse us of racism because he wasn't allowed to be in a personal friends discord group... #and then saying that we didn't wanna let him in bc he wasn't a 'popular' account? 1. he has way more followers than some ppl in the server #hence why he was able to get so many ppl to attack us #2. he can't keep his own story straight. First we're racist then we're ableist then we gatekeep popularity? #Dude... we don't like you because you're vindictive and take minor slights way too personally...hence...everything that fucking happened #anyway idk who reported him but i thank them for it and i hope that was worth their account getting suspended for getting paid to harass us #to anyone outside of all this reading this mess... please question the validity of ppls accounts if they don't offer concrete proof #and the only proof is based on assuming that certain actions COULD POSSIBLY line up to the accusations #this includes if multiple people have the same accusation without proof because that's EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED #except it was dumber because several of their accusations literally contradicted themselves #wowww people apologized and informed their audience about possible microagressions once they were informed. they MUST be racist! #and if you don't want to dig into it that deep..then by all means mind your own damn business before you join in on someone else's witchhun

[chillllii]

when the audhd is fun until you become "i really really really have to give my input/side/idea and i dont give a fuck who's talking or what everyone was initially talking about" and before this site's illiteracy kicks in i'm certain we're all guilty of this to some extent

#well i'm not fucking talking to you am i #this is not directed at every reader but i think even if you think ''i'm not that bad #chilllli yelps #not everything autism/adhd/audhd does is cool we do annoying shit sometimes and that's just a fact that yall dont wanna hear #it's also ok to make mistakes and it's ok for your brain to have flaws #but also when you interrupt people to say smth that either no one cared to hear. no one was even saying. or fuck maybe someone already said #it. it's a little fucking annoying and when you do it over and over and over and over sometimes people get sick of your shit #you have flaws you are imperfect and your ego will be your social death if you do not learn to allow others to speak #fuck #if people start screaming at me btw cause i said smth that's true i'm blocking and deleting that shit #work on yourself #i also know yall are gonna be like ''oh well *I* never interrupt people and when i do i apologize you should at least do a small self evalua #just a small ''well do i listen to my friends very well? do i listen to the conversation i am a part of?" #also to yall who go into discord calls and lurk but sometimes talk think ''when i speak is it actually relevant to some extent? #or if you REALLY wanna talk about it it's ok just try to find a way to segway into what you wanna talk about cause that's how conversations #work. #i dont really expect this post to go anywhere tbh i'm just kinda frustrated cause i know a lotta neurodivert people who do this and idk how #say that interrupting people is annoying and disrespectful cause i know the brain chemical gets excited when it has smth it wants to talk- #about #i love you and i want you to tell me things. i also want to say things and when you talk over me to tell me things it comes off as you not #giving a fuck what i or others even are saying cause you're taking over the conversation with your shit that's irrelevant and no one has- #mentioned #idk i think i'm tired of seeing people be disrespected all the time but not knowing a polite way to tell them that they need to wait their- #turn to speak and when it's appropriate to change the subject

[leatherbookmark]

my dream portrayal of jgy is that he's an independant character with his own strengths (not lxc's sweet little child-birthing wifey) that get recognition and appreciation (and that aren't 'being a good mommy/rabid event planner, haha, such a control freak this a-yao'), who deserves and gets love (but isn't just a tiny lovely thing whose only purpose is-- do you get my point already i wonder), who's allowed to be in a bad mood (but isn't defined by those moments, which is very important to me personally), but who isn't a cruel or bad person (and whose attempts at explaining his situation to others are taken seriously, and not as just him trying to Manipulate Others As Usual because, and i might be controversial but idqc, if i'm to call a character a gaslighting manipulator i'd like to see cases of him a/ doing it b/ succesfully c/ often, and no, "well he conned lxc into thinking he's not an evil murderous twink, SOMEHOW" doesn't count)

and my problem is that it's, well, as dreams usually are, rather unattainable

#what i mean by 'allowed to be in a bad mood but not defined by them' is that like. i talked about it before but the way the entirety of the #fandom and their moms are convinced modern jgy is sooo cranky when he wakes up and he loooves to bitch and complain and his ^_^ is ALWAYS #AND ONLY a mask hiding murderous rage towards stupid customers. and as an irl misinterpreted character i find this kinda #hurtful because you're not really 'allowed' to do something if this something will get you teased/immediately associated with Being A Perso #Who Does Thing. like the fandom is very bad at recognizing when a character is acting influenced by intense emotions #but like if cql!lxc slaps jgy that doesn't make him a violent person who solves all problems with his fists and is Sooo Scary Haha to be #around haha Don't Piss Him Off. but this happens to jgy a lot in fanfiction and i'm kinda tired of it #give me one (1) fic where jgy can complain about his stupid ass father and his stupid ass job and gets comfort and support #i also don't get people being so into wwx+jgy friendship. like. jgy would be like 'hey please think abt how your behaviour impacts #not only your reputation but also those of your friends and associates' and wwx would be like lmao chill out idc! #and wwx would be like 'wow your life situation sucks you should just tell everyone to kiss your ass and get the fuck out' to which #jgy would be like There Are No Words To Convey How Much I Can't Just Do That and that would be it. idk #anyway. lotsa words when im just being a hater #shrimp thoughts

[coockie8]

do you ever think about unblocking the person who made the callout about you?

Sometimes, yeah, but then I remember I'm above willingly opening myself up to a brain cell-killing argument with a troglodyte who thinks what a person engages with in fiction indicates in any way, shape, or form what a person's real-world morals are.

#yeah anyone can write about anything they want in fiction #but a storm hawks anti once said it doesn't matter if I'm a csa survivor I still shouldn't write about that kind of stuff #which 100% translates to ''your trauma makes me uncomfortable therefore you're not allowed to talk about it'' :) #and yeah you can try to disagree with that #but whether you realise it or not that's what you're saying when you tell a known csa survivor not to share fiction about their own trauma #that your comfort is more important than their right to talk about their own lived experiences #it's on the same level as telling someone with self harm scars to cover up so they won't trigger people #like no #not to be insensitive but if you're so far gone that a complete stranger's body will send you into a downward spiral #don't leave your house #'cause it's insane to expect the entire world to cater to your specific issues #there comes a point where you need to accept responsibility for your own mental health #and telling anyone not to write something because it might trigger some random stranger who could just block them is the exact same thing #you don't get to tell me what I can and cannot write about #the block button exists and I would recommend you get very fucking comfortable using it

[house-of-crows]

I wish all "eat less move more track everything" medical rote responses a very DIE.

#you could just fucking believe me #when I say that I prioritize protein and veg and that the brain RUNS ON CARBS so they are necessary #you could believe me when I tell you that I eat when I am hungry and I stop when I am full #and stop trying to get me to *log my emotions uwu* before and after eating #yknow what my emotions after eating are? FUCK YOU WHY I AM TRACKING THIS #It also just makes me hyper aware of my dissociation and adhd time-blindness which just makes me angrier #because it DISREGULATES THE THING I WAS ALREADY REGULATING by ALLOWING IT TO HAPPEN in controlled amounts #which by the fucking way is good for dissociative disorders LIKE MINE because not shoving the symptoms into a box or ignoring them #HELPS THEM BECOME REGULATED AND LESS NECESSARY FOR MENTAL STABILITY #forcing me to break the pattern does me no good #your *hard data* can be faked anyway stupid ass #I have spent SIX YEARS trying to heal an eating disorder #yknow what you're fucking doing? GIVING ME AN EATING DISORDER #god I wanna slap this woman so fucking badly #I'd like to do more than that if I'm being honest