#don’t judge me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

1,644 Tumblr posts in 1 second.

saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

Text

Y/N, after hearing Toby’s backstory : Wow, your family truly is shitty. You should probably get a new one.

Ticci Toby, chuckles sardonically : Yeah, well, that’s impossible.

Y/N : . . .

Y/N : Not really.

Y/N, turned away from facing him : You could… always start a new one with me.

Ticci Toby : . . .

Ticci Toby, facing the opposite the direction trying to calm his breathing :

(⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )

#Creepypasta #Creepypasta x reader #Creepypasta incorrect quotes #Creepypasta Ticci Toby #Ticci Toby #Ticci Toby x male reader #Ticci Toby x fem reader #Ticci Toby x gn reader #Ticci Toby x you #Ticci Toby x reader #Ticci Toby x oc #Creepypasta Ticci Toby x reader #Original : some-textposts #original : tumblr #Creepypasta x reader angst/fluff #tobias erin rogers #Don’t judge me #Kaomoji credit : Skz-garden #1k notes

1K notes · View notes

swingingthehatchetnow · 5 months

Text

Did you know that before I was a Hatchetfield fan, I had a much truer and deeper passion? My first love was, and always will be…MLP

I was gonna wait to post this until I had all the drawings done but I love this one so much I can’t wait

The ponyification of characters on the internet is inevitable. I present to you: Pokey

The book with the goo is his cutie mark.

337 notes · View notes

sleepingsun501 · 1 year

Text

TBB SPOILERS 02:13 / Tech appreciation post

Seriously why is he so cute?? 🥰🥰 I love all of his little smiles so much!! He deserves to smile more. I love how he’s opened up emotionally through this season. So much growth and I’m so proud of him.

(The middle ones damn near killed me)

#his little smiles #the way his eyes get all soft #so fucking pretty #i love him okay #don’t judge me #tech appreciation post #the bad batch s2 spoilers #the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #star wars #tbb tech

387 notes · View notes

peterstrk · 2 months

Text

“When will you stop calling me Mr. Stark?”

“I don’t know… never? It is your name, yeah?”

“Uh-huh, I know it, but Pete, you know you can call me Tony, right? Or anything you want, for that matter. You have my permission, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Sweetheart, I like it! Anything I want, huh, Dr. Stark?”

“Ugh… I brought that on myself, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. However, I have a question to ask you.”

“Sure, ask away.”

“Um, I know it sounds silly, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve lived all these moments with others too. And no, I don’t judge you or anything, but it’s just… everyone you’ve ever been with has had the privilege to call you by your name and just… ugh, what I’m trying to say is, I love you, Mr. Stark, I truly do. But I want to come up with something that would be only mine! And I’m rambling again, I’m sorry… Anyway, my question is, can you wait for me to do that, please?”

“Oh, Pete, I didn’t know you felt this way. I’m so sorry you’ve gone through so much distress because of it. But Pete, sweetheart, the love of my life, never, you hear me, never question yourself around me, okay? I can’t change my past actions, but I don’t even remember their names, honey. You are the one for me… all I can think about all day is you and just how much I love you.”

“It’s always Peter,” Tony whispered, looking deep into Peter’s eyes and leaving faint kisses across his face. Peter’s bright, relieved smile reassured Tony that everything would be alright.

“Thank you…I think I came up with something for just us. What do you think of Anthony?” Peter said teasingly, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. Tony’s eyes lit up with amusement. He was all too eager to hear his boyfriend call him that.

“I love it, Peter. Anything you want, sweetheart, anything you want,” he replied with a hint of amusement. If anyone who knew him saw him now, they could easily tell how fond he was of the young pretty man standing before him.

#so honestly i had no idea what i was going to write #it’s my second attempt to write some cutesy fluff and everytime it’s somehow turning into angst #this one i could save but i couldn’t save my first attempt lol #i will probably post my first attempt later..like laaater when i turn it into angst with happy ending #i need happy endings #it was all them gents and ladies #like they are stupidly in love ladies and gents #starker #idk what this is #spiderman #tony stark #ironspider #everything can be starker related🤫#starker fic #idk what tags to use #i’m anxious #don’t judge me #too harsh pls🥺#they are in looove #peter is insecure smtimes #but tony will always reassure him!!#i love them so much like ugh #i will write #my request nonnie it’s just that pete and tony smtimes change the plot entirely #im soo sorry 😭#ficlet

60 notes · View notes

boymeetsimagines · 8 months

Text

Crazy Luther | Eric Matthews x F!Reader

Summary: On your first day of orientation at Pennbrooke, an old friend helps you out of the unwanted attention of Crazy Luther.

It was your first official day at Pennbrooke and you couldn’t have been more excited. You’d found a great apartment within walking distance from the campus after running into a former classmate at John Adams High a couple days before orientation. Even though Topanga was a year younger than you, you'd always managed to have a couple classes together every year before your parents moved to New York your junior year. You knew it had to have been fate to run into her right after she’d run into Jack, Shawn’s long lost brother who was in the need for some new roommates.

Even though there was apparently a lot of drama going on between the two brothers, Shawn had agreed to be the fourth roommate and you were excited to live with at least one friendly face.

You expected to see more former classmates at orientation, since the campus was so close to your former high school, but found yourself disappointed when you didn’t recognize a single person.

You did, however, attract the attention of one student. He’d introduced himself as Luther, but a friendly girl pulled you aside after and warned you that the guy had a bad reputation and even a nickname already.

Determined to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (plus you had to admit, the guy was handsome), you quickly found yourself less and less flattered as he continued to become more forward in his flirting. He was grabby and possessive in a way that made your bad vibes bat signal go off. You’d been in a bad relationship before - you knew the signs. But he wasn’t backing off.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coo’d, following you as you walked through the quad. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

“I can’t. I already have plans with my roommates,” you replied, thanking God that you actually did have these plans. Jack had promised tonight would be the first official roommate dinner and you were finally going to meet the illusive third roommate that you’d still managed to not run into.

“Skip it! Come on, doll. I’ll take you to places you’ve never been,” he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, pulling you closer toward him as his grip grew stronger.

Out of instinct, you pushed him away, “Get off!”

“What’s your problem? You got a boyfriend or somethin’?” He continued to walk toward you, taking up more of your space than you were comfortable with.

As if out of desperation, you began to look around to see if there was anyone, anyone who could save you.

Low and behold, the first friendly face you’d manage to see from your former school appeared in the window of the student center to your left.

“As a matter of fact,” you said sternly, giving Luther your attention, “I do. And he’s right in there, so if you’ll excuse me.”

You pushed past him and walked through the student center doors, heading straight for the guy you hadn’t seen in two years as he sat by himself on a bench near the back reading a magazine. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Luther still standing by the doorway, watching you. So you knew you had to make this look convincing.

“Eric Matthews,” you said softly, standing in front of him to try and block his face from the doorway.

Eric looked up at you, his brow rising in both confusion and something else you didn’t quite recognize as he took you in. For a second, you feared that he didn’t remember you and your heart began to beat even faster than you thought possible.

When he finally greeted you in kind by saying your first and last name, your heart began to race for another reason. “What are you—“

“No time,” you stopped him, grabbing the magazine from his hands and settling down in his lap. You lightly caressed his cheek as he continued to peer up at you, and you weren’t sure if his face was purely surprised or if there was a small hint of awe in them. You whispered “play along” as you leaned in closely, his eyes flitting to your lips as you did before you dove in.

Cradling his face and pulling it to yours, you poured yourself in a deep kiss that was meant to convince Luther that this was your boyfriend. Eric jumped slightly at first from your abrupt action, then grew stiff, as if he were doing something wrong. But you were surprised to feel him very quickly give in to whatever it was you were doing here as he wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you onto his lap more comfortably, his left hand gripping at your back and the other on your hip. Deepening the kiss, your hands moved up toward the nape of his neck and moved up, diving into the silky soft curtain of hair that you’d always fantasized about in high school. A soft moan left his throat as your finger nails took on a mind of their own against his scalp and you felt yourself whimper at the sound, melting into his kiss. It was a perfect mixture of tender but demanding, controlled but completely fueled by reckless abandon.

The sound of someone clearing their throat harshly caused you both to jump, finally pulling away from each other to face the intruder. You were annoyed to see that it was still Luther. This guy just could not take a hint.

“So this the boyfriend, huh? I give it a week and you’ll be beggin’ me to take you out. See ya around, sweetheart.”

You groaned as he finally walked out of the room, feeling your body limp at the obvious defeat you felt.

“Boyfriend?” Eric’s voice brought you back as you felt yourself stiffen, realizing that you were still seated very snuggly in the lap of your high school crush.

But his arms hadn’t moved. In fact, you realized that you’d felt them tighten a little more around you when Luther had confronted you.

“Um yeah,” you said timidly, knowing that your cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red humanly imaginable. “That was Luther. Apparently he’s also known as Crazy Luther.”

His brow creased seriously, “Crazy Luther? Who sells the stereo products at low prices?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, according to the rumors he chewed the fingers off his own brother.”

“Well he’s never gonna sell stereos with that kind of reputation.” He smiled at you in that all too familiar Eric smile and you felt your heart contract against your will.

You thought you’d gotten over your crush back when you were a junior and he was a senior, trying desperately to tutor him so he wouldn’t have to repeat his senior year. But he was just so charming and funny and so damn insightful when he wanted to be, you couldn’t help but fall for him.

And here you were, two years later, giving in to that damn smile once more.

You realized again that he hadn’t moved his arms or tried to push you off of him, though you didn’t necessarily feel trapped. It felt comfortable, actually, and that feeling made you jump off his lap immediately and try to find your words again.

All the emotions finally caught up with you: violated by Luther’s disregard for you saying no; anger that he only begrudgingly respected your choice because of another man’s power; guilt over doing nearly the exact same thing to a former friend by pushing yourself on him; and complete and total embarrassment because holy shit you just made out with Eric Matthews.

“I’m so sorry,” you finally said, slightly pacing. “He just wouldn’t back off and take no for an answer. Finally he asked if I had a boyfriend and I saw you in the window and I don’t know what came over me. But I saw an easy out and I took it and I’m just so sorry again for doing that to you.”

Eric chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. “Hey, yeah, no need to be sorry. I’m happy to help. Just to be safe, you should stay for a few minutes though until he’s left the area for good. Don’t want him thinking you made out with some stranger just to get away from him.”

“Heaven forbid,” you mocked, chuckling with him as you sat next to him on the bench.

A few minutes easily turned into hours as you and Eric caught up. He told you about his year off after graduation. You told him about your time in New York. He was teasing you about not going to college in the big apple when your watch beeped.

“Damn,” you cursed, realizing how late it’d gotten. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’ve gotta go to this thing—“

“Oh, yeah it’s no problem!” he said reassuringly, lifting up with you as he looked at his own watch. “I’ve gotta run too actually. But, this was fun.”

“The assault or the conversation?” you joked, a blush rising to your cheeks at the mention of the kiss.

He chuckled as you both began to walk out of the student center, running his hand through his hair. It was shorter than it’s been when you left John Adams, but it still looked just as luxurious. “Both, actually. I’ll see ya around?”

“Definitely,” you confirmed, sending him a smile as you parted ways. Quickly, you raced across the campus to the apartment building, disappointed to have cut your time with Eric short but ready to finally sit down with all your roommates. This was going to be your year — you could feel it!

#eric matthews #boy meets world #eric matthews x reader #eric Matthews x you #eric matthews imagines #eric matthews imagine #boy meets world fanfiction #will friedle #boy meets world imagine #boy meets world imagines #self indulgent #don’t judge me #bmw #mine

204 notes · View notes

idontlikeem · 10 months

Text

feeling soooooo insanely normal about these.

#sidney crosby #evgeni malkin #pittsburgh penguins #penguins mate for life #listen there’s a fic here too #don’t judge me

180 notes · View notes

moreespressoformydepresso · 2 months

Text

I’m back with yet another fix-it for TBOSAS! A very simple premise this time:

The district kids aren’t fed in the zoo, and the mentors don’t realize they’re their tributes’ only source of… everything. So despite their best efforts the kids’ performances don’t give them enough to feed everyone (they share what they can, because they’re all kids in the same boat who don’t want anyone to die). They look skeletal by the time the interviews come around, and their appearances remind everyone of the siege from the dark days. Especially the parents, who now see their own kids in these tributes, and it gets a ball rolling where capitolites realize they’re literally doing exactly what they demonize the districts for doing. Except they’re arguably worse because the war is over. They’ve won, there are no ends that may justify these “means”, the war’s already over. The capitol has no reason to do this outside of riding on their power trip to torment those they see as beneath them.

Only a few people are fired up enough to start protesting immediately, but these people encourage and convince others to join in until their numbers are so high not complying would pretty much destroy any chances of re-election for the president. If this is the movieverse, then possibly the president himself is swayed because he starts thinking about what if it was Felix who was standing on that stage, severely malnourished and clearly only conscious through sheer power of will, eyes hopeless and scared and desperate.

Idk I like the idea of complicated capitol people. They’re not monsters, propaganda and “us vs them” is just a hell of a drug. We see it in real life too, where being threatened by (and possibly losing loved ones to) the “other side” makes it easy to write them off as evil, so they deserve what’s being done to them. My main idea here is that the capitol citizens were particularly mad about the innocents who suffered, especially the kids. There’s a righteous fury, which is why seeing the tributes on stage in such a disheveled, dirty, famished state is so hard-hitting. Because the image that made the games “justifiable” is now thrown right in their face in the form of the same people they hold so much disdain for. It’s a wakeup call that they are at best no better than those they despise.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #10th hunger games #hunger games #tbosas #thg #fix it au #uhmmm idk how to tag #don’t judge me #I just want them to be happy #i want my happy ending #and I will find every way under the sun to get it

65 notes · View notes

yupstep · 3 months

Text

They’re not together but I have hope 😤

(I also never pic an actual light source when shading and I need to fix that 🫠)

#artwork #call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #digital art #fanart #krueger cod #sebastian krueger #masked men #cod oc #cod oc art #don’t judge me

104 notes · View notes

347-emeraldbitch · 11 months

Text

Had a silly dream. In the “Percy goes back in time” idea he goes with the fam to Grimmauld Place.

They are all at each others throats so he has an idea!!!

Fred and George are legal adults and it’s time they had a boys night out. They get all dressed up and Bill, Charlie and Percy take them out. They promise their mom they’ll be good, but end up getting shit faced drunk. Like dancing on bar tops and winning shot contests drunk.

Great fun is had. They watch Bill get all his drinks payed for (it’s cause you’re so pretty William!!!) and watch their Percy win the drinking contest (he’s seen some shit in these two lives okay!!!). Charlie is singing them happy birthday by the end of the night. 10 out of 10. Fred and George are very happy.

They just want to sleep it off but they promised Ron and Ginny a sibling brunch because “babies aren’t allowed into the pub silly”. So they MUST get up!!! Being a big brother is so hard!!!

So Bill and Charlie are up and ready to go. Only a little tired because little brothers can party. They are not getting old!!!

Percy already had a cup of coffee, set some hangover potions near the twins, and is trying to convince Harry he is part of the sibling brunch.

Fred shows up with a blanket over his head, and he grunts at them all.

George has sun glasses on and no one is allowed to talk to him until they get to the restaurant.

Sirius wears a red wig and he gets invited too since they live in his house.

The pub has a group picture of them up. They’re obsessed with the red headed brothers. 😬

#percy weasley #weasley siblings #don’t judge me #hp #older sibling problems #bill weasley #charlie weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #time travel percy

163 notes · View notes

thief-of-eggs · 7 months

Text

As much as I love writing Good Dad Bruce ™ , I think the whole point of Bad Dad Bruce ™ is just that… he was never meant to be a parent. It wasn’t in his blood, wasn’t in his nature. And sure, he’s a good person- he has morals and he always tries his best, always strives to walk on the side of justice. But at his core, after everything he’s been through- he’s just not cut out to be a father. And it’s evident in every mistake he makes with his kids. Him being a perfect father after everything he’d gone through, after everything he still goes through, after everything he puts himself through… it just wouldn’t be logical.

That being said- I will always prefer to read and write Good Dad Bruce, if only bc it’s all fiction anyway, and I want me some found family <3

#that and because good dad bruce heals my own father issues #don’t judge me #we all have our quirks #batfam #batdad #batman #bruce wayne #dc #dc batman #batfamily

100 notes · View notes

strawbeerossi · 2 months

Text

Nothing compares to being not interested in sex irl yet foaming at the mouth for fictional dick/pussy like you just NEED it 24/7.

#strawbeerossi ramblings #don’t judge me #fictional sex is the only kind I want

45 notes · View notes

functionalasfuck · 2 years

Text

Does Prapai get his courting methods from serial killers?

Because calling someone from a random number, just having heavy breathing for a whole minute, then asking how hot your body is, only to say “you better watch out. I’m going to pursue you” is some horror movie ass shit

#love in the air #love in the air the series #Thai bl #prapai x sky #god all of these boys are red flags #why do I watch this #don’t judge me #if anyone did this shit to me I am changing my name and fleeing the country #very much fuck this shit I’m out vibe

591 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

dishupon

when u dish upon a star

lokihzra

Lokis eyebrows in thor1

slvrappreciation

SLVR

tattoomorgue

Tattoo Morgue

whatisonthemoon

What is on the Moon?