#i will reach all of you bitches with all these tags

[urhoneycombwitch]

breathe in the air

eddie x reader x steve. part i

foreword: this is part one/set up for a fic I’ve been chewin’ on. cw is for both parts and will get updated- no actual smut in this first one but please heed the tags anyway. +18 mdni as always. (@somnambulic-thing you inspired me to write from Eddie’s pov! 💖)

cw: smoking (weed and nicotine), R’s hair is mentioned but unspecified texture/length, also wears Eddie’s shirt, R has breasts + V,  Eddie and Reader are both varying degrees of stoned while performing sex acts (please be safe IRL and don’t read if that makes you uncomfy!!), pt. ii will have: voyeurism (Eddie and R fool around and Steve watches), blow jobs, masturbation, both the boys being Down Bad™️

wc: 2.5k (part i)

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The sun has sunk low over Forest Hills, Eddie’s room cast in deep blue where the golden path of his bedside lamp doesn’t touch.

He’s lighting up a post-sex cigarette, one of the best things this shitty world has to offer, in his opinion- second only to feeling your warm body against his; writhing and wriggling with pleasure, neck craned to let him lick the sloping sweat from your skin- or times like now, when you’re calm and satiated, nude under the comfort of sheets and the weight of your head on his chest.

Casting a hand out to shuffle blindly through the bedside table, Eddie wraps his other arm around the sleepy length of you, pulling you tighter to himself; your response a wordless, happy little noise. His hand deep in the drawer catches on a stray cigarette, then around the hard plastic of a spare lighter. With a sigh of contentment, he kisses the top of your head before bringing the filter to his lips.

Sparks catch under his thumb, cherry of the cig burning red- like some sort of sleeper agent responding to the click, you sit up with a jolt, stealing the mess of sheets upwards, exposing Eddie’s lower half to the cool air.

Eddie swears, startled- thinking you were almost asleep, he’d been nearly careless with the open flame- tossing the lighter aside, he reaches towards your back that now faces him. “Jesus, babe. Give a guy some warning before you snap to attention like a damn general.”

Thumb pressed to the notches of your spine, palm wide around your lower back, Eddie can feel the quiet giggle that shakes through your ribs.

 “Sorry,” you whisper once you’re finished, still staring at the far wall like you're trying not to break a spell. Your arms are crossed, sheets bunching around your chest- “Had a thought.”

“Must’ve been a good one,” Eddie muses, thumb following the line of your spine down, like he’s petting an oversized cat.

In true feline fashion your back arches into his touch, encouraging his palm to sweep up again, to your shoulder blade this time as you murmur, “I wanna go swimming.”

“Okay.” Eddie’s immediately agreeable, taking a long drag from the cig, letting smoke fill out the hollows around his lungs. “We’ll go to Lover’s Lake tomorrow. Heard it’s gonna be a hot one.”

Hawkins is having a record heat wave for the second summer in a row- as if all the damn underground monster shit and horrific earthquakes of last year weren’t enough already: global warming to top it all off. The sun has been merciless these last few weeks, peaking midday, nothing for it but to lie in a heated daze on the kitchen tiles of whoever’s house is the least amount of bitch to get to.

Not that Eddie’s complaining about you being half-naked most of the time. He thinks this is the year you might actually kill him, now that he can touch you, call you his- every curve of upper calf in those short shorts, every soft slip of stomach peeking out from cropped tops- he’s got enough spank bank material to last until his deathbed. (Which he’s decidedly allowed to joke about, since, ya know, the whole almost-dying thing last spring.)

Eddie moves on haptic memory to set aside his cigarette, searching pinky-out for the lip of the ashtray (ceramic, with a poorly-drawn Snoopy, the ears far too big- you’d laughed until you cried over it at the thrift store; he was fifty cents poorer that day but rich and dizzy off your glee). 

“No, not the lake. And I wanna go swimming now.” There’s a hint of petulance in your voice, walking the thin line of childish whine that only appears these days after you’ve smoked, tongue and desires loosened and lax with the help of the finest hash stash in Hawkins. 

There’s a smile threatening to split Eddie’s face in two. He’s been working at that hard-won wall of your solitude for ages now, showing rather than telling you it’s okay to ask for things, that you’re safe to make requests and hell, even demands, from him. Eddie’s not sure what he wouldn’t do for you, at this point- hasn’t found that line yet. Probably doesn’t exist.

A monster of my own design, he thinks, fondly, sweeping the hair from your neck so he can see the outline of cheek and jawbone, reflective with lamplit glow. “Baby, there’s nowhere to swim right now- it’s dark and that’s not real safe. Tomorrow I’ll make us some sandwiches- we can drive out to the lake, you can get stoned and I’ll play lifeguard.”

It’s probably too much to hope you’ve swallowed this bitter pill of compromise in silence, but based on the lack of response, it’s certainly possible. Eddie presses his thumb into the muscle where your neck meets shoulder, massage a silent apology for saying no when you’d been so good to ask. 

Crickets chirp in chorus outside, sound dampened by the glass window- he needs to open it soon, get the hot air out and night breeze flowing (though he is loath to replace the heady smell of sex wrapped like a cozy blanket around his room).

He feels you shuffle under his hand, eyes popping open to watch- you’ve tucked your chin over the dip in your shoulder, looking down the slope of your own nose at him, an expression on your face that makes Eddie’s stomach flip (with nerves, fear, excitement, hard to pinpoint exactly).

Your voice is quiet but steady when you speak, Eddie’s massaging fingers freezing to a halt when you say, “I know a place, open right now, with a lit-up pool. And a lifeguard.”

A thin tendril of smoke from the ashtray floats into Eddie’s vision as he stares blankly at the ceiling for a moment. Then he sits up, crushing the cherry into Snoopy’s wavered outline (sorry, pal) before brushing arms with you, patient and stern with a headshake to match- “No way, sweetheart.”

“Why-y?” That petulance is back, Eddie’s heart kicking up in response; it’s your turn to give the physical affection, winding your arms in a closed loop around his neck, forehead bumping against his jaw as he works it back and forth. 

His stitched-tight resolve quickly unspools as the wet plush of your lips track a path across his throat; he clears it before squeezing at your side again, one last argument to try and stick like cooked spaghetti to a wall. “You’re high.”

You snort, puff of breath sending goosebumps across his skin, rapidly cooling from lack of your affection- “Yeah, and you’re not. So you can drive us there, and then smoke again with me before we go in, and Stevie boy will keep us safe in that nice, heated, well-lit pool of his.”

Even as you speak, Eddie’s shaking his head, but it’s more in disbelief of his own weakness (namely: you). He slips a hand to your cheek, pulling back to take you in- mischief shimmering like twin stars in your eyes as you lock onto his gaze, lips parting pliant when his thumb swipes at your bottom lip. 

“You gonna behave yourself?”

It’s less of a question and more of a check-in, the meaning behind the words an undulating variable, a riddle with a thousand different answers.

The one you do give is complimented by a wicked grin, punctuated with a quick kiss (awfully chaste, considering your bare front pressed against his), your mirthful delight at having won both unsettling and tantalizing.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

With a sudden push to his chest, Eddie goes down easy for you, hair spreading riotous across the pillow as you move with shocking fluidity to throw a leg over his hip. Your hands meet in the middle of his chest, just under the rippling ink of a crow in flight, settling your weight comfortably on his stomach. 

Eddie’s sure you can feel his pulse, jack-rabbit fast, as you dip to kiss beneath his jaw. His hands automatically settle on your hips, grip tightening with each loving kiss you scatter over his collarbones, his sternum.

He’s half-hard under the sheets by the time your lips find the hitch of his ribs, stuttering and expanding to meet your mouth- can’t be faulted, really, not when your bare chest gleams in the low light, the top of your head imploring for the warmth of his wide palm to rest. 

Just when Eddie thinks he’s in the clear, that the call of your needs (evident in the slickness pooling just under his navel where your naked cunt rests) will drive the call of your wants to distraction, you sit up again, using your planted hands as leverage to swing completely off and away.

The coldness of your absence is cruel and unusual punishment. Eddie groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, deciding right then that he won’t be above begging tonight- when you suddenly reappear with a clean beach towel in either arm, pulled from the bowels of his closet.

There’s youthful, honest enthusiasm to your movements- something that’s catching, apparently, ‘cuz Eddie’s tipping himself out of bed with a resigned sigh, pulling boxers over his flagging dick and answering your spree of questions about these new evening plans.

“Sure, bring a water bottle. No, babe, we don’t need sunscreen- it’s night. Yeah, I’ll bring more weed. How ‘bout you bring me that old shoulder bag and we can bring some stuff with us.”

As you work on digging through the mess of a combined closet to find something suitable for swimming, Eddie folds the two towels that you’d found along with a baggie of joints into the bag. You’re humming under your breath while getting dressed, and Eddie’s staring at all the leftover space- what does one pack for a nighttime high swim with one’s girlfriend and the guy you’ve both sort-of mentioned threesoming with?

He tosses in a well-loved edition of your favorite book of poems, figuring the Harrington abode will have plenty of snacks. Food for the mind, he thinks, then snorts at his own joke. 

“C’mon, snorty.” You beckon from the doorway, an old t-shirt of his just swishing past the dark strip of your bikini bottoms, van keys held aloft. 

At the front door, there’s a brief argument about coats (you think you’ll be fine without, Eddie disagrees vehemently) which Eddie wins, wrangling your arms into the sleeves of his oil-stained work jacket before locking the front door behind you both.

Eddie smiles, a secret, pure thrill watching you tiptoe gingerly across the gravel on bare feet (too stubborn to actually wear the sandals that hang from either hand). His coat is bunched up around your ears while your legs poke out like some sort of winterized bird with bare legs. 

There’s a bright pang of love that suddenly hits hits sideways, a dizzying urge to sink on denim knees to the ground, sharp rocks be damned, just to kiss the tender spot behind your knees, to feel the hill of your calf under his tongue…

Your giggle breaks his reverie, impatient and pointed jiggling of the locked passenger handle clunking out into the quiet park. “Quit staring, weirdo. You coming?”

Hope so, Eddie thinks, spinning the key ring in looping arcs around his pointer finger. He bypasses the porch steps completely, boots hitting the gravel with a satisfying crunch. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Your cheery mood is sustained during the short car ride as you chatter animatedly about some coworker drama that you forgot to catch him up on, Eddie’s hand drawn like a magnet to your upper thigh while he drives. 

But by the time he’s pulling the van next to Harrington’s beemer, your eagerness has waned, speech drifting off into silence once he’s parked. 

“Hey.” His voice draws you back to him, a bit, your eyes too wide and roving for his liking, coat sleeves clenched around opposing fists as you hang onto his words. “Sweetheart. We don’t have to go inside. Can go anywhere- diner for some food, back home, the damn trash heap for all I care. Just want you to feel safe.”

“I do,” you counter, earnest but chest still punching a fast rhythm. “I feel safe. I just… you think he’s even awake?”

There’s a yellow glow coming from one of the second-floor windows. Your fingers twist harshly around fabric in the dark, breath loud. 

Eddie nods, then kills the engine and grabs behind his seat for the Ziploc of pre-rolls, an offering held to you between two ringed fingers. “Want a bit of Green Courage before going in?”

The van windows are soon fuzzily obscured with a haze of smoke, sprinklers for the pristine lawn nearby hissing to an automated start at the turn of 11 PM. The weed coaxes your earlier state of relax to the forefront, this time with an added layer of giggles, which Eddie finds desperately cute. 

He’s sure he’s high now, too, ‘cuz he’s unintentionally focusing really hard on your lips as you speak, and you’re letting him, corner of your mouth quirking when you ask, “Gonna take me inside, Munson?”

“Uh huh.” An automatic response, just so he can keep staring- when you pop the handle of your door open Eddie reaches, faltering before landing on your face, cupping the tilt of your cheek- “Meant it. Earlier. Just say the word. Take you anywhere.”

Weed fragments his speech but you melt with understanding, leaning into his hand, your lashes sweeping sweetly at the bridge of his thumb as you whisper, “Okay.”

You’re out the door and he’s left scrambling in the wake, hauling the strap of the packed bag over one shoulder and snapping up your forgotten shoes from the footwell. He locks the doors (nevermind that this is a nice neighborhood, can’t trust rich people farther than he can throw ‘em and Eddie has always been better at running over shotput on field days) and hikes it across the grass to where you stand, a beacon of beauty under the porch light.

“Ready?” he asks.

Your bare foot- flecked with wet grass- trails up the back of your opposing leg, veins at the whites of your eyes spidering pink with anticipation (and the fresh joint) as you turn to smile at him. “Yeah. Bring it on.”

“Your wish, my command,” Eddie says, winking, knuckles pulled into a fist to rap at the front door of one Steve Harrington. 

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[END: PART ONE]

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #eddie x reader x steve #steddie #cw weed #weed ment #tw weed

[winniethewife]

But I'm gonna love you anyhow

(Nathan Bateman x F!reader)

A/N: Inspired by a Prompt by @gingersforeverbox

Words:679

“So that's the new girl that he’s dating?”

“They’ve apparently been going out in secret for months”

“She looks…” Like what a whore? A Bitch? A floozy? A Gold digger? She almost dares them to finish the sentence as they talk behind her back. “Nice.” Ugh that was worse than an insult. She could do without all these fake niceties that this kind of crowd always seems to rely on. She took the champagne flute from one of the servers with a polite smile. She sips at it and looks around for a moment, trying to spot Nathan in the crowded room. She understood the importance of going to these charity galas occasionally to keep him in good graces with the public eye, but after several months of spending all their time together out in his home in Alaska, all these people was almost overwhelming. She didn’t belong here, among the upper crust, with the press outside hoping for a glimpse, she felt out of place, even if she was perfectly dressed and styled like every other person in the room.

She finally spotted Nathan across the room, he looked nice in a suit, he was so often dressed in casual lounge wear that she had honestly been shocked that he even owned one. She watches as Nathan laughs at something the guy he was talking to said, she knew him well enough to know that was a fake laugh, the way the smile didn’t reach his eyes, it was obvious to her, but to no one else. She smiled slightly at the thought, the idea that of all the people in the room, she was the only one who truly knew him. As she watched him he eventually looked over at her, a genuine smile crosses his face. He turns to the people he was talking to and appears to dismiss himself before walking over to her.

“You look amazing Honey. How am I so lucky to have you?” He asks cheekily while wrapping an arm around her waist, she feels the nerves and irritation from the evening wash away as she feels his hand gripping her side firmly, with a gentle possession.

“I don’t know, you’re kind of an asshole, I’m not sure why I stick around.” She teases as she leans into him. He looks down at her resting her head in the crook of his arm with mock offence.

“Oh my darling why- Why would you say such a thing?” He couldn’t keep up the fake hurt tone bursting in to laughter midsentence. “No, no you’re right. I deserve that no doubt. But I will say, you make me want to be better, but only for you. Fuck the others.” He kisses the top of her head before looking out on the party. As He scans the room he holds her close, and as he holds her she can’t help but feel emotions surging in her chest, to hear something so sentimental from Nathan was unusual, but she liked it. The Judgement of the others in the room was far from her mind now, the feeling of outsiderhood vanished. She could belong anywhere as long as he was with her. She looked up into his dark brown eyes. As long as he was with her, she could be anywhere, do anything, and be anyone. The options were unlimited.

"I don’t think I want you to change. I think that's what I love about you...you're just...you." She says with a smile and a turn, her back against his chest now, his arms still around her. Nathan chuckled. He was really the luckiest guy in the room. There was so much she didn’t know about him, but she was going to love him anyhow. And that was more than he could ever hope for. He leans down to whisper in her ear.

“I’ve heard there's some oddly phallic ice sculptures in the other room…wanna check them out?” He mutters. She laughs. There’s not a thing about him that she would change.

“I would love to see that.”

~

Masterlist

Tags: @burymesanti @silvernight-m @faretheeoscar @queerponcho

#nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman x you #nathan bateman fanfiction #nathan bateman fic #ex machina #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #x reader #Spotify

[cloverfiend]

late night doodles

#logan howlett #james howlett #james logan howlett #gambit #x men 97 #x men the animated series #wolverine #xmen #x men #rogue #storm #ororo munroe #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #jubilee #jubilation lee #i will reach all of you bitches with all these tags

[da-proti-toku-grem]

why can't anyone understand that everyone is different and not everyone likes the same things and that it's completely okay AND normal for someone not to like going out and preferring to stay at home :/

#honestly i understand that my parents care about me and they don't want me to be feeling bad #and that they ask me bc they just want to make sure i'm okay #but i've explained to them what i feel like and they just don't get and i get mad but i akso know it's not their fault and just... oughhhhh #like yeah i have a weird kind of social anxiety according to my therapist and even she doesn't know exactly how to help me yet #but there are just so many reasons behind why i don't like going out and it's not just bc it gives me anxiety #or why those situations give me anxiety in the forst place #1. i'm just a very introverted person that doesn't like going out #2. crowded places/closed spaces/places where there's not enough ventilation/loud places (be it people talking or just music) overwhelme me #3. all said in 2 + flashing lights give me huge migraines that can linger for over 3 days #4. i am very much a night owl and i'm forced to live in a society where that isn't fucking acceptable apparently and i'm called lazy for - #- not being productive in the morning when the only reason behind it is that i am a lot more productive at night #but no one ket's me do that bc 'why are you doing stuff when you're supposed to be asleep?' #i have been the same since i was little. literally nothing has changed #and people where always like 'oh she's just shy' #but idk wtf changed #maybe it was that i became and 'adult' or maybe the fact that i started therapy and they told my parents that i have social anxiety. idk #but suddenly every single person in my family is worried about it and they're genuinely making me feel like there's smth wrong about me #i mean. i have my problems i'm not gonna go telling you that i'm perfect bc i'm pretty much not #but is there really smth that wrong with me that i need to fix #or is society just a bitch that doesn't understand that there's different kinds of people and everyone is different & IT'S COMPLETELY OKAY #have they ever thought about the fact that maybe these situations cause me anxiety bc i've been forced all my life to do them #even if i don't like them #instead of thinking that i don't like them BC they cause me anxiety?? #i mean. i know i have to go out more and that there's tons of things i can do ofc #but you can't just force me to do things i don't want to and put on a good face while doing it *every.fucking.day* #aaaaand i could add a lot more things but i'm once again reaching the tag limit so i shoukd just shut up #it's just driving me crazy bc i know they're trying to help but it really is not helping at all............. #ranting

[cornerful]

Lotr Jan 12th p1

While I wait for the snow to come to my own door, please enjoy my mood lighting XD

They heard eerie noises in the darkness round them. It may have been only a trick of the wind in the cracks and gullies of the rocky wall, but the sounds were those of shrill cries, and wild howls of laughter. 

o_o I'll say it again, jirt has a fantastically underapreciated knack for writing spooky. The winter storm howling outside my window is adding to the effect

'But what can we do?' cried Pippin miserably. He was leaning on Merry and Frodo, and he was shivering.

:( Pip...

'...it is no good going back while the storm holds,' said Aragorn. 'We have passed no place on the way up that offered more shelter than this cliff-wall we are under now.'

The Ranger paying attention to their surroundings and thinking of the future <3

Bill the pony stood patiently but dejectedly in front of the hobbits, and screened them a little; but before long the drifting snow was above his hocks, and it went on mounting.

Bills poor toes!!! My fingers are freezing in solidarity my friend

Frodo gazed wearily at the flakes still falling out of the dark to be revealed white for a moment in the light of the dying fire

I am enamored of this description <3

Gimli looked up and shook his head. 'Caradhras has not forgiven us,' he said. 'He has more snow yet to fling at us, if we go on. The sooner we go back and down the better.'

Gimli's personification of the mountain and his sense for its temperament <3<3<3

In places the snow was breast-high, and often Boromir seemed to be swimming or burrowing with his great arms rather than walking.

Boromir swimming in the snow is an image that has been in my mind rent free for years 😂

I GO TO FIND THE SUN!!! This bit in Phil Dragash's reading was so cute oml there's a little bit of jaunty music for Legolas' impishness

PIGGYBACK TIME FOR HOBBITS

...hardly had Frodo touched the ground when with a deep rumble there rolled down a fall of stones and slithering snow. The spray of it half blinded the Company as they crouched against the cliff, and when the air cleared again they saw that the path was blocked behind them.

'Enough, enough!' cried Gimli. 'We are departing as quickly as we may!'

GIMLI ❤

...they turned their backs on the Redhorn Gate, and stumbled wearily down the slope. Caradhras had defeated them.

:( sorry Aragorn

#lotrn112 #lotr newsletter #the spooky bit for some reason reminded me of gwyn's journey in the dark with the hanging man *shudders* i love written horror #absolutely adore it #*todd brotzman voice* everything is connected #which is a meta joke bc all three of these things are connected six degrees of kevin bacon style through Frodo XD #anyway #horror movies are great but lit is something else *thinks fondly of the barrow downs* #jirt i am sorry you had horrors of your own but the incredible descriptions they influenced reach out to my horrors in the dark #like Will Graham to Georgia Madchen on the cold wood floor or in the woods #“if you can hear me you're alive” #not to write a mini love letter to Scary Media and reference like 50 different things in the tags but uhhh #thats just how it is on this bitch of a my brain

[hauntingblue]

Yabushige count your fucking days. I am so mad

#the fucking flash forward. insane #toranaga in the fucking forest... ALL YOU HAVE LEFT IS THAT FUCKING EAGLE!!!!! NO SON NO FRIENDS!!!! #ishido blaming toranaga...... you should seppuku yourself...... shameless.... #so all out war now??? no toranaga invasion???? mmm..... #yabushige has lost it.... all that for nothing... oof #oshiba and her kid finishing marikoa poem..... i think i huave covid #HIS SHIP?????? #toranaga did this to keep him here knowing he wont stay now that mariko is dead.... i know it #the christians???? mariko???? to keep him here too?? #omg fuji......... #toranagas baby is so big ajdhaksj 'i have more sons thanks to you' hello???? #OSHIBA TURNED!!! ISHIDO ITS SO OVER!!!! #NO!!! LEAVE FUJI ALONE LET HER BECOME A NUN!!! ANJIN YOU ARE ON THIN ICE #toranaga is sucha bad bitch #i feel like anjin really felt ashamed about his first intent to arrive to japan and that mixed with marikos death... he said fuck it #and then toranaga turns it around and says nah... I am using YOU!! get your pussy up!! get your ships up!!! #'que la muerte le sea leve' thats what me and my friends say when we say goodbye to go to class ajshajanaakak i love this guy #favourite secondary character #this shot is so pretty... with the tree and the sea... the framing.... #SEE how toranaga burned his ship!!!! bc he wants to keep him!!! thats his foreign pet!! #he makes him laugh and distracts his enemies ajdhajdjsj.... his jester... #beef squashed with my girlfriends husband 🤝🏻 now we hold respect for each other #that was so good #i said yabushige better count his days and here we are.... #i post about someone and they die. 3/3 sobfar #if i reach far enough shogun is about a daimyo and the psychosexual relationship between him and his foreign pet... #he makes me laugh... and the last scene is the anjin laughing while looking at him... okay..... #talking tag #watching shogun #also!!! toranaga wanting to be shogun!!! this man is so complex!!! i hate him!!!

[swampbrick]

MWIII campaign spoilers (text & tags)

hey so what the actual fuck

#mwiii spoilers #mwiii campaign spoilers #mw3 campaign #mw3 campaign spoilers #mw3 spoilers #all that being said #here are my rant tags: #killing off our mains like npcs in these trying times I guess #anything for a check #yes activision!!! give us NOTHING #yes realistically all of the girlies can’t live forever and he’s he’s died once before #but WOWWEE this felt cheap! #and so fucking anticlimactic #anyways Neil Ellice you will always and forever be famous and I love you and adore everything you’ve done for your fans #Scotland forever baybee #ghostsoap #this tag is for my audience reach bc I only like the ghostsoap bitches xoxo nothing personal

[heatherchasesyou]

omagaw

#i gen love Tumblr's twitter parody things bcuz it's gen satisfying to notice that #like YES BITCH MOCK W ELON'S UGLY ASS FACE IT'S ALL I WANT 2 SEE EVERY SINGLE DAY PLS KEEP DOING IT Y'ALL #proves this social is way better than twitter #like the default timeline here is the >following< instead of the >for you< section #it's what twitter should have cuz the ppl we follow are the ones who deserve attention at first cuz well if i FOLLOW em that means i want t #SEE what they post bruh #also the tag thing is so fucking good. it works well and at least for me seems to not fuck up the algorithm like twitter does #like if i fill my post with lots of hashtags it'd fuck up everything completely #but w tumblr's tag system it helps to reach a larger audience and make ppl find the stuff you r posting #it's gud if u wanna contribute for a fandom with a fanart and ppl will notice it somehow #love this site fr

[munch-mumbles]

ive been a little upset about it all night so i need to write out all the things that happened at work today and are bugging me so i can TRY to get it out of my head and actually RELAX bc i just keep pacing in circles around it instead of just accepting it and moving on

#for context i was working frying chicken today. ok so i arrive and literally all the chicken out expires within ten minutes of each other #meanwhile to remake everything takes about an hour 20 #tried my best to get everything out and replaced and make sure i have enough of everything and then take my break bc with chicken there are #few narrow windows to take your break in you have very little control over when it is #get back and while im getting ready for my next fry one of the assistant leaders comes back and passive aggressively asks 'everything ok?' #and when i say yeah shes starts saying how shes 'just checking' because apparently i didnt have enough chicken out for her liking and went #on about how we're in a chicken drive (I KNOW. I WORK CHICKEN SHE NEVER HAS.) #etc etc. i just say ok and she leaves #like 20 minutes later she comes fucking back to rag on me again about how i need to choose my break times better and i need to have more #chicken out there as back up (extremely difficult bc there is literally only so much room in the fryers. the batches i usually make already #nearly completely fill them up) blah blah and then when i try to explain how i WAS making pretty big batches people are just snatching them #up fast she keeps trying to walk out the door right away and keeps stopping and looking over her shoulder to just stare at me while i try t #finish my sentence #and she just. doesnt say anything in response when i do finish she just leaves #so clearly she didnt want a conversation she just wanted to rag on me #then later for cleanup the timing of everything just kept lining up inconveniently so i kept having to get in and out of raw cleaning gear #and slowing myself down and i end up having to stay almost 15 minutes late to finish cleaning #during cleaning i have to go grab a key to the back door to take out my trash and this one coworker i have was standing in the way of the #door. i say excuse me and she just stares at me and goes huh? #and i say i need a key and she barely moves out of the way without responding and she has a look like im bothering her #why are you acting like im being douchey. i just need a key. thats something she does a lot she acts like im inconveniencing her by asking #basic favors . ive stopped asking her to help me open the back door (sometimes needed if i also have raw garbage to take out and therefore #cant touch the key myself) for some reason she takes it upon herself to almost completely close the door after i walk out so when i come #back i have to awkwardly use my foot to reach around and pull the door open #ive asked her before not to do it and she just ignored me #GRAH GRAH. and then like i said in my last rb i realized while i was drivign home i forgot to wash a damn pan #im mostly worried about it because ive forgotten a couple times in the past too . in my defense its a pan i personally dont use but it just #gets left behind from first shift sometimes and then second shifters end up having to make sure its clean #im just irritateddd and im mad im worried about it all. its all little things piling up on each other #LOL I WROTE A LOT MORE BUT THE REST GOT CUT OUT IG I HIT A TAG LIMIT. tumblr voice ok dude quit your bitching !!

[torchickentacos]

ok i've been feeling under the weather (chronic, not covid) and i've been binge watching warrior cats infodumps/video essays and.... hhhhhh do I REALLY want to reread half the series to make a post about my leopardstar apologism?? becuse girlie deserved better and if she was written better she'd be everyone's favorite literal wet cat pathetic girlfail girlboss tragic character but nope. got vriska'd but like in a 'shallow without redeeming qualities' kinda way

#like ok let me go down the list of my unorganized opinions about her #<<long tags. also edit i talk about pokemon paul too i guess #this is barely even canon commentary because in canon she was a bitch who died of diabetes. this is me exploring her canon potential #first off. i just like her unique pattern #and i'm a riverclan stan #second. orphan who was raised by the village and adored and doted on #would inevitably lead to her feeling like she had to fulfill those expectations and setting high goals for herself #AND SHE REACHES THEM!!!!! she is motivated and strong and determined #but she's also iirc pretty young as a leader but age in wc is more of a crapshoot than even pokemon which. yikes lol #so. very young leader who has high expectations on her and also high expectations of herself #desperate to prove herself #and so. strong and iirc described as handsome tom comes along and manipulates her into joining his new megaclan #SHE IS YOUNG AND WANTS TO DO WHAT'S BEST #FOR HER CLAN #also tigerstar is like. top manipulator supreme. apologism and all but leopardstar was a victim idc #that turns out to be. you know. bad. tiger is trying to kill her clanmates which she did NOT sign off on #so she has to deal with that SUPER EARLY in her leadership #so we come out of arc 1 with a new leader who's seen more in her first like what. year. than many leaders do in a long time #so after joining tigerclan of COURSE riverclan secludes themselves more #it's a protective measure!!!!! #riverclan is going THROUGH it in series 1 #and ngl i barely remember the rest of the series with ehr because they kinda forget she exists #except to have her go crazy and die #which. hm. a choice. #but wc is known for their. choices. of the odd variety. #and for ignoring character potential #i dub this the paul problem (pokemon). #where they will not commit to making a character a true villain OR to redeeming them #and isntead just placing them in 'annoying bitch who is just kinda eh' territory for the msot part #i do like paul do not get me wrong. i could fix him

[reksink]

Hiiii, was I supposed to know that Tumblr had a tag limit or was I supposed to find that out myself? 🥹

#FUCKING #That message was mocking me #'You did it. You reached 30 tags' 👍 #LET ME SPEAK MACHINE #- Gabriel Ultrakill (probably) #Anyway it's not like this bothers me much #It's just that now I'm gonna be all like 'Wait how many was that??' #I'm starting to understand why I was sent to shadow realm now #I talked to much they just had to kill me 💔 #BUT I BACK BITCH #And I plan on staying like that #My mutuals need to know how much I love their work if very important #Whispers Under The Main Event #Reks Speaks

[zouisalmightie]

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#im going to use these tags as a way to beat my soul about my job so if you come at me you’re a bitch and i hope you stub each individual to #i finally realized why im unhappy being a teacher and it’s because i don’t care about the future of these kids more than the cursory #‘I hope theyre ok’ you would feel for any stranger in the world #like i want to harm to come to them but i truly don’t care about them #like the kid that sleeps in class ? my thought is finally he’s fucking quiet the kid that’s got a 2% and doesn’t pay attention im like #whatever like im not motivated to get them motivated and if I wasn’t the kind of person that cared about her work id give them worksheets #for the rest of the year making them silently work while I r ead books all day #like I feel like at the beginning I did the calling home and the tutoring and the flipping over backwards to get as many of the kids to #their reading level and ensure they’re getting a great history lesson that’s going to reach every student and now im like #this is the lesson and if you like it great if you don’t idc you can pay attention or fail it’s on you #and part of me feels bad like I should want to dress up like x figure and get them engaged by doing xyz and like I just don’t want to #it’s like what’s the point im going to engage the same 9 kids in each class while the other 21 pretend to #pay attention while they’re texting under their desk and then they’re going to try to google or use ai the answers #and im like…. whatever i dont care turn it in don’t turn it in whatever #ik too young to feel this apathetic about teaching and it suck but also oof I don’t care #I want to quit at the end of the year before my apathy turns into hatred I’ve seen teachers that hate hate the kids and that can’t be me #like even if I stayed for 30 years it wouldn’t be me but the idea of it scares me #I don’t want this job to change who I am as a person but it’s taking away my care for the younger generation #I don’t hate them or wish them ill but I just genuinely don’t care about them or their progress or anything #it’s scary #anyways im rambling idk im just having a bad day ill see this tomorrow and be like wow girl get a snickers cuz this isn’t you #but rn that’s how im feeling

[punkbxt]

after extreme risk, b’elanna gets really into tattoos. she always used to draw in sketchbooks and doodle in the corners of her padds here and there, but once she applied it to tattooing it was over for all them mfs. for the next two years, voyager gained a lot of new ink (a lot silly but mostly not) and b’elanna found an outlet that was not self destructive

#bodymod bitches if yall know yall know #tw for tags #i hope yall get where im coming from here bc if not then :’) #there really is just something about getting body mods as someone that used to self harm #like where there was once scars there are now beautiful images and words and new stories being told #its not all over even though you tried #life keeps going and its beautiful and youre still in it #it truly is about wanting to be better and chosing to be more than your pain and suffering #and choosing to heal #its all a choice #its been a long hard road to figure it out #especially growing up on the era in which self deprecation was the trend #on the internet #if this is able to even just reach one person out there #you made it past 18 and im proud of you #mis cosas #self harm #b’elanna torres

[mothheart]

Still remember the way one of those ppl I used to talk to was openly on the Depp boot licking train and I said nothing because I was afraid of losing ppl I really cared about and I think that was really pathetic of me lol

#im sure no one else saw/remembers but i sure do ! #showed their true colors plenty of times #i reached my own personal low by going against my morals #it wont be happening again. amber heard was abused and i hate all you depp ass kissers because none of you #bitches let go of nostalgia #ask to tag #miles rambles

[lepertamar]

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#(the opposite of organizational tags are #echo tags: #) #and the self-laughing half-bowing half-curtseying to yourself standing with your song as you learn this learn it yet again #what intensity of extremity-of-its-kind creature i wish i had laid eyes upon years ago #i’ve never felt a dream that made me feel so dizzyingly desire mad i feel more brightly insane just thinking about it #it is the whole glory of life to be stamped with this Truth: YOU LIVED. desires lit and seals set from your world and lifetime ARE LIFE. of #ofcourse i@always had starson the insides ofmi eyelids about ‘we who wrestle with g-d’ but secretly even from other jews i have #‘wrestle and overcome and mount g-d like a bitch in heat BECUZ they are beautiful and powerful and huge and terrifying and everything’ #‘surely They must laugh in glee if we ever truly succeed in doing so????’ #what starts as resilience falls in love and symbiosis with what you were long-sufferingly wrestling with #all the truest parts of me blushedswollen in reaction and anticipation #the personal mythology of a human lifesoulminddesire is so so So intricate and full of willful implacable unanswerable power about what #infinitely complex and mysterious that no one else can fathom them with a mere violent and erasing dismissal about ‘u’ vs 'society' #we have reached heights far beyond the tower of babel but it is this thirst for understanding that marks us as like unto g d #being born and living. the truth of your longings are stamped like a seal upon your heart in ways so unique and precious and secret and #could be i am her.....i will sell it for no less than a third of your names....argghhh! #but is actually existing as the flaming friction intensity made in the grinding of extreme power #as a jew i say 'b'tzelem elohim' (in the image of g d') + ''ehyeh asher ehyeh' (i am that i am = i will be whatever i will be') #paradoxes and puzzles and wry defeats....they are everything #in a clever paradoxical twist of ponderinghood....what’s the term for it #this is what g-d says to Itself before laughing Itself into a manic break #coal sings #and if u don’t vibe u pivot to projecting and accuse this girl of making demands by dint of being visibly mutilated by a violent crazy #mystical thing she did that brands her as the type of person who likes that and is ruined irrevocably by a thing only insane(tm) people do— #— g d and tamar talking to each other while tamar is standing in the middle of the street with motorbikes honking at her— #this is what i meant in that post about gd being psychotic and the creation of the universe the reintegrative fusion ignition #this is one of my favorites...the casually incongruous lights going about their way is such a familiar and happy memory #yessssss.....infinity opened inside your body. a wormhole or a new big bang that you expand into. rich and dense and glittering. #in the occasional best case scenarios it allows your soul to blast and flower into its whole size and shape and you know its dimensions.

[rainybraindays]

Hm

#rainy vents #in the tags of course #I'm spiraling I think #I've lived twice as long without my mom as I have with #I'm jealous of my older siblings because this is a milestone most of them won't reach for a long time #like at 15 I'd already officially lived longer without her than with her #I ache for my little sister because she hit both milestones as soon as she hit 4 #we have no family photos of all 8 of us with her because by the time the youngest was born the eldest 3 lived out of the house #2 lived a day and halfs trip away and 1 already had a kid #everyone else seems to have moved on and sometimes I feel like I have too like if you want a bitch that makes dead mom jokes I'm your girl #but then we get to this point the interim between the new year and my birthday #and all I can think is “okay the day before my moms been dead fo x amount of years and then midnight hits and I'm [age]” #and all I can do it dread it #i remember I used to hate going on social media because I hated how everyone would be mourning my mother one day #and then the next be sending me birthday wishes like that hadn't happend #now I hate it because no one talks about her at all and focuses entirely on my birthday #i hate my birthday and this isn't even the only reason but its the one that tends to overshadow the other trauma #if you're friends with my I'm sorry if I'm weird in the upcoming weeks #if I'm sporadically really clingy and all but ignoring you #I'm working on it but god this is the worst time of the year for me