#idk hope y’all like it

[bucknastysbabe]

Little blurb sitting in my notes for too long— 18+ I can’t really stop you minors but PLS DONT😐I’m awkward and sweaty goodbye

You sat in your boyfriends lap, pushing his strands of thick chocolate hair behind his ear. He gazed at you, face lax and his body pliant. Bucky’s hands rested on your hips, methodically kneading the soft flesh. You held your intense arousal to yourself, not wanting to hit Bucky with the strong emotions.

Bucky mumbled, “S’okay baby.”

He rubbed his hands up in a soothing motion. Your eyes flicked down to his pink pout, slightly wet from your earlier kissing. You stated vaguely, “It’s a lot. I don’t know how it’ll affect you.” Glancing away you tightened your hands on his broad shoulders— tethering you to the present. Buck always kept you grounded. You whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you bear. I don’t know how to use- uh- this for good.”

You felt emotions constricting your throat. Bucky had mentioned you letting your guard on your projection powers down for certain situations. Especially sex, as you were learning emotional intimacy. He had his own obstacles and the pair of you had made some ground, but you’d always held up this final wall. Bucky interrupted your thoughts with soft kisses to the column of your throat. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

He rasped, “I want all of you sweetheart. I trust you.”

A vibranium hand caressed your cheek, turning your attention back to his darkened blues. The action itself reminded you of how much you two had come along. Lust was already pouring off of him in waves, making your cunt clench in need. Bucky cooed with a smile, “I’m all yours— even this scrambled mess of a brain.” You took a deep breath, tucking your face into the crook of his pale neck. Inhaling Bucky’s distinct scent you relaxed, blinking slowly. You sighed, “Okay. I’m going to do it. Just don’t fight the feeling babe.”

The soldier nodded, biting his plump lower lip in anticipation.

You let your walls down, flooding Bucky with your love and arousal along with some extra projection of lust. You watched as his pupils expanded, turning the blue into thin rings. Bucky flushed underneath you, his body reacting intensely to the emotions. Still, his body remained lax. His mouth was agape, a tiny whimper escaping. You softly spoke to your boyfriend, trying to reach through the inevitable cotton of his thoughts.

“Baby, nod if you’re alright. I need you with me, ‘kay?”

He dazedly nodded, hands running down to your thighs and squeezing. His gaze turned to the flesh between his fingers, watching as if he was seeing a miracle. You pulled at Bucky’s hair to return his gaze. A sad whine left his lips but he obeyed. You stated, “Do you want me to take off your clothes baby?”

A happier whine filled the room.

He eagerly tried to shuck off his shirt, but you shook your head and took over. Then sliding off his lap— which Bucky protested before you reminded him of the task at hand— you unbuckled and unbuttoned him. He obediently lifted up his hips as you dragged off his jeans and briefs. Bucky downright mewled as his cock got caught on the fabric. You pressed your lips to his strong thighs, rubbing his hips in an attempt to soothe the soldier.

“C’mere— oh, please,“ he whimpered.

You smiled at his simper and straddled the super-soldier’s thick thighs. Bucky’s head fell back as you were seated against his weeping cock, a helpless groan tearing from his throat. You cooed, “Think you can take off my clothes sweetheart? My sweet boy.” You scritched at Bucky’s scalp with your nails, the other practically purring. You let out a ‘hm?’ to redirect his gaze which had strayed back to his hands on your thighs.

“Yesss,” Bucky slurred.

He ushered off your loose shorts, whining at the sight of your pussy. Then came your shirt, accompanied by another punched out noise from the sight of your breasts. You guided Bucky’s big hands to your bra’s clasp, the male undoing it with a bit of fumbling. Bucky latched onto your peaked nipple as soon as your bra fell down. He moaned eagerly as he sucked and licked at the bud. You jolted in shock, yelping sharply at the sensation.

“Oh my, my boy is so eager,” you gasped.

Bucky suckled harder, his hands pawing at your breasts like a needy kitten. He made aborted little thrusts against you as he whined around a bud. You gripped at the nape of Bucky’s neck, shivering as he popped off to move to your other nipple. You felt yourself slick up further and pulled Bucky’s head away from your tits. He let out a pained groan of, “Why?” You responded, “My sweet boy wants to fuck me right?”

Bucky mewled a drawn out please, now gripping at your ass to pull your cunt along his shaft. You shuddered slightly, scratching down Bucky’s built chest at the sensation. Your slick guided the way as he rutted against you, the head of his cock stimulating your clit. Helplessly you nibbled at Bucky’s neck, laving your tongue around his jugular pumping hotly with blood. You groaned, “C’mon bear, need you so bad.”

Bucky quietly seated himself at your soaked entrance, sliding in with a breathless whimper of your name. You bit down on the meat of your boyfriends shoulder with a cut-off moan. Bucky kneaded at your ass while he panted. Neither of you moved, overwhelmed with sensation. Bucky mewled some nonsense about how good you felt, spurring you to start riding him in earnest.

A throaty moan tore from the brunette’s throat, his hands clamping down for dear life. You’d cherish the aching bruises in the morning. You rode at a steady pace, bracing yourself on his muscular shoulders. You gasped his name repeatedly, the soldier’s cock filling you up perfectly. You angled yourself forward for Bucky’s cock to grind against your sweet spot. Another surge of arousal spiked around you, Bucky thrusting up in response. You hoarsely whispered in his ear, “Ah fuck, so good baby— so fucking big.” You nipped at his earlobe with a small noise.

Your boyfriend was in heaven. Practically drooling as all he could do was moan and whine under you. He would switch between strong thrusts to writhing pathetically, all overwhelmed. Now Buck was writhing, his hands still clamped down on your ass. He stuttered out little “ah ah ahs” as you continued your brisk pace on his dick. You pinched at his nipple, Bucky’s small noises peeling off into a genuine wail.

He’d never been so loud and submissive before. Bucky had been gentle and let you take the reins when the pair of you became intimate. But he was holding back too— craving that ultimate submission he’d done for so long. You wrapped a small hand around the column of his throat and begged, “S-sweetheart, doing so good m’gonna come. Make me come my love!” Your boyfriend nodded his assent and one of his vice grips snaked around to your clit. You fell onto his chest as Bucky moved up into you with solid thrusts. You felt his thighs shaking beneath you.

Bucky captured your lips in a messy kiss, spit wetting his lips from constant moaning. You sucked on his tongue, shivering as your impending orgasm heightened. Bucky whimpered into your mouth, “G’nna cum yes- shit oh god- I love you!” You begged Bucky mercilessly, licking into his open mouth. Bucky’s thrusts turned sloppy, grinding up into you roughly. With a pinch of your clit the coil snapped, you reeling with a drawn out cry. Youl clamped down onto him, releasing onto his lap.

Bucky shouted your name, gushing into you. He whimpered and shook through the aftershocks, ropes of cum filling you up. You fared no better, your forehead pressed against his own. The pair of you panted into each other’s mouths. Your satiation and love filled the air, pleasantly gracing your nostrils. Bucky’s own feelings made you feel warm and safe. He softly spoke, “Don’t move, please.” He stayed inside of you but his cock was softening now.

Your chest caught at the feeling of Bucky’s release dribbling out of you. You kissed him on the lips chastely, murmuring an ‘I love you’. Bucky looked up at you, his eyes watery and thick lashes clumped with tears. He croaked, “That was perfect— you were perfect.” You bashfully looked away, feeling self conscious. Bucky repeated himself, “No really, you’re precious. I’m so proud of you.” You choked back a sob, clinging to your man. You breathed, “Thank you. Shit.” His lips quirked up in mirth as he tucked a hair behind your ear.

“Love you,” he cooed.

#Bucky barnes x reader #sub!bucky #needy Bucky #soft baby #empathic projection reader #Bucky is touch starved #attempt at writing sub space #idk hope y’all like it #sub Bucky rights the only rights

[sinnabee]

INGREDIENTS:

2 cups evil boredom

3 teaspoons (heaping) blorbo poison (powder, not liquid)

1 daycare theme (10 hour loop)

1/3 cup brainrot

*1/2 cup distilled back pain

**(un)diagnosed mental illness

*(any kind of pain works, back pain is usually what i have on hand)

**(if you aren’t a fan of the flavor a diagnosis leaves, undiagnosed will work in a pinch! Personally, I like to add a bit of both.)

INSTRUCTIONS:

First, turn on the daycare theme (10 hour loop) and pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees.

Sift together your evil boredom and blorbo poison in a medium sized bowl.

Add in your pain of choice and mix well.

Once thoroughly mixed, it should be looking a little thicker. Some granules from the evil boredom and blorbo poison are fine. (You can always mix further, if you’re worried about it affecting the texture.)

Add your brainrot and beat with a whisk until it’s looking lighter, a little fluffy. (If you aren’t in the mood for fluff, a dash of angst or hurt/comfort can help tone it down. An AU if you really wanna spice it up.)

Realize this is turning out a lot better than you thought it would. Dang. Well, you’re certainly committed now.

Go ahead and get out a glass baking pan. Coat the bottom with non-stick spray. (I tend to favor Y/N brand Nonbinary Spray myself)

Using a baking spatula (one of the rubbery bendy ones), carefully move your mixture from the bowl to the pan. It’s alright if you get some on the sides, the heat should help it settle once it’s in the oven. To get out any air bubbles, tap the pan (carefully!) a few times on the counter.

Place the pan in the oven and set a timer for 15-25 minutes, or take a peek every now and then and see if it’s the right shade of cheerful.

Congratulations!!! You’ve successfully survived evil boredom, despite the hurdles you faced, and made something! (Pretty tasty too, if I might add.) You are still mentally ill, though. But - hey - now you have a little treat! And hopefully, your day’s just a little bit brighter! Enjoy!

#fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf #fnaf dca #fnaf fanart #funky little jester boys #my art #i had WAY to much fun writing the recipe ahshsjskdk #im in a silly goofy mood (now that my evil boredom is a bit more under control) #anyway i hope y’all like him #he was made with love <3 #god. im never gonna draw him this well again am i #challenge for myself i guess!!! #sketchbook #i should draw in my sketchbook more often like dang #the loop is still going btw #it really does just. settle my brain #kinda fucked up tbh. idk how this isn’t annoying me yet but it’s just enough bg noise

[transmascissues]

hey i know your post about your mom was mostly just a personal vent, but i have to say, do you realize that also happens with trans girls and their fathers? literally happened to one of my friends. i’m not trying to downplay your experience or something but i found it strange that you seem to think this is something that only affects transmascs

i have one question for you: so fucking what?

i don’t doubt that trans girls have experienced similar things and yeah, that’s bad too, but what the fuck does that have to do with me and the specific things i’m facing as a result of being a trans man? i never said “look at this thing that happens to ONLY trans men and NO ONE ELSE,” i just said “hey, isn’t this thing that happens to a lot of trans men, including myself, fucked up?”

i would also like to point out that what you’re talking about is in fact a different (albeit similar) thing. the way cis people treat trans people can differ dramatically based on the cis person’s gender because their commitment to gender roles is, like, a major part of problem. the specific way a cis mother reacts to her trans son’s transition is often going to be very distinct, while a cis father will likely respond to his trans daughter in a different but equally distinct way.

what i’m talking about is a very specific kind of ownership and control and self-victimization and total lack of boundaries masquerading as love and care and maternal concern that cis women (i would argue white cis women in particular) project onto their transmasc kids when we do literally anything to our bodies. i’m talking about a phenomenon which is closely related to the way moms often pass eating disorders onto their daughters (or children they view as daughters) because they see a body that looks something like theirs and project all of their insecurities and ideals onto it. i’m talking about a form of parental transphobia and projection that’s specific to the dynamic of a cis mother and her child who was “supposed to” be her daughter.

if you’ve never felt that, you’re not even remotely qualified to tell me shit about how i should be talking about that experience, and if you couldn’t recognize that experience when you read my post, i’m guessing you probably haven’t experienced it because the replies to that post made it very clear to me that anyone who has experienced it firsthand immediately knew exactly what i meant.

like, yeah, cis dads also project onto their trans daughters, but are they likely to have a reaction like running away with actual tears streaming down their face? do you expect them to passive aggressively make comments about how sad their kid’s transition makes them, how it’s such a difficult emotional time, how it’s so tragic because their kid’s body was so beautiful before? do you think their go-to transphobic reaction will be weaponizing their emotions? i’m sure there are some dads out there who are like that, but i think we can agree they’re in the minority because that’s not how cis men are taught to react and parents like this tend to be pretty damn committed to following the gender roles they were taught.

and even if i’m wrong and our experiences are exactly the same, let me reiterate that i never said this was an experience exclusive to trans men. all i said is that it happens to us. that’s just a statement of objective fact.

this started in my life when i got my hair cut short for the first time almost a decade ago and it has not stopped since. i’ve watched my mom cry over me changing my name and respond to being asked if my happiness matters more to her than my name by saying “i care about both”, i’ve watched her melt down in a mall over me getting a suit for prom and give me the silent treatment for days after, i’ve heard her plead with me to stop t because it “looks unnatural” and she’s just so “concerned for my health”, i’ve watched her stare at me post-op and say “my poor baby” over and over like she’s looking at my corpse in a casket. i’ve watched her turn herself into the victim of every single aspect of my transition. i’ve had to live with this for 9 years and spent the early years of the pandemic literally locked in a house with it. this has been my entire adolescent and adult life, and the question of if i’ll have to cut her off someday (and maybe never see my cat or my little cousins who i love more than anything in the world ever again as a result) haunts me every single day.

who the fuck are you to tell me how to talk about that?

#i hope you weren’t expecting me to take this in good faith and give a nice measured response #because just so we’re clear you didn’t have a chance in hell of doing anything other than pissing me off #like in case you forgot i am a real person who this is happening to #in what world did you think i’d care about how an anonymous stranger feels about how i describe it when im the one who has to live it #idk man. some of y’all clearly do not see me as an actual person capable of emotion and it shows #also like. using a friend’s experience is wild bc 1) how do you know it was the same if it didn’t happen to you #and 2) would that friend really want you using their experience against another trans person experiencing something similar? #anon hate #ask answered #examples of transandrophobia #transandrophobia #transandromisia #transmisandry #virilmisia #virilphobia #anti transmasculinity #transmascphobia #trans men

[riality-check]

“What was it like? When you and Steve were together?” Eddie asks.

Nancy’s face takes on a grave seriousness that, honestly, scares the shit out of him. She’s Nancy Wheeler, and she’s always serious, but this is the kind of serious she gets when Eddie’s seen her talk about how awful the Hawkins Post is or the best way to aim for the kill.

This is Nancy Wheeler at her most serious. If Eddie were a lesser man, he’d be shaking in his boots. Instead, he’s only slightly aware of the way his feet are going numb in his high tops.

“Loving Steve is the easiest thing you’ll ever do,” she says. “And he’s going to find it so easy to love you back, because that’s what he does.”

Eddie wants to nod or say something to acknowledge that, but he doesn’t. He keeps sitting on the couch next to Nancy and waits for her to continue after she takes a sip of her Coke.

“Being loved by Steve is the hard part. He’s going to see you in a way that doesn’t line up with how you see yourself.”

She takes a deep breath. Unlike Eddie’s, hers doesn’t rattle in her lungs.

Straightedge.

“Because he is only ever going to see the best parts of you, and he is going to love them with everything he has.”

She looks at him for the first time. “Do you understand?”

Eddie nods, and he wants to leave it at that. Instead, he opens his mouth and asks, “Do you think you’d still be together? If it weren’t for the monsters?”

Nancy downs the rest of her Coke like a shot. Maybe she wishes that’s what it was.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what could have been, but I do know we’re different people now.”

“Okay.”

“I think,” Nancy says, because she’s not done and she’s a hell of a lot better with her words than Eddie is, “that people want what they didn’t have growing up. I want to make it big and get noticed and get the hell out. And Steve wants things that are big for him but little for me.”

She levels Eddie another look. Her big eyes are imploring.

Do you understand? they ask. Do you blame me?

Yes, Eddie thinks. No.

“So, as long as you can handle him loving you, and if you want the same things, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Just fine?” Eddie asks, trying to bring some levity back.

Nancy smiles for the first time. “More than fine. You’ll be better to him than I was.”

And with that, she gets off the couch and leaves Eddie alone.

#it’s me again #it’s finals week #i have not studied #i feel like shit #task paralysis be like that #i hope y’all are doing well #anyway have this #i’m gonna use it eventually #but not until i get through a bunch of other stuff #this is from the depths of the notes app btw #ria writes #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fic #steddie #idk what else to tag this

[whimsyprinx]

I feel like now is a good time to announce that I’m in the process of moving blogs! Im doing so for a few reasons, the main one being paranoia, so for that reason I won’t be saying my new urls publicly so like please dm me if you’d like my new url so you can follow me there! I’ll be reblogging this post a lot so ppl can see it (so sorry if you get annoyed by that)!

I’m also remaking my discord account as well so if we’re friends on there then feel free to message me for my new username!

friends and mutuals please do reblog so shared friends/mutuals have a higher chance seeing it!

#whimsy whispers #I’m just like ahdjfjjg #I’ve been considering remaking blogs for a few years now (as some of you may know) and like simply changing urls isn’t enough #no matter how many times I chnage urls the paranoia won’t go away and I think that starting a new blog is the best choice #idk what to do if my newest blog gets found by the ppl I’m paranoid about like idk the odds of that are low (I hope) alas I’m still anxious #about it #for some slight context: I’ve had several people now pop up in my life pretending to be other people/several people and while I’ve blocked #then on every social media account I interacted with them in im still paranoid about them lurking #and then like there’s other reasons to remake as well #I’m tired of this blog like I love it it’s been fun but I think starting over will be nice #tbh this is the longest I’ve had a blog without remaking I usually remake accounts every so often #I don’t intend to remake my next blog like at all but like agdhjfjg I have a habit of getting bored of accounts and staring over (usually #this applies to art accounts like y’all wouldn’t believe how many deviantart accounts I’ve had) #uhhhh idk I’ve been rambling for too long #I have this in drafts rn but you should be seeing this post soon

[tp50pi]

#ghost trick #i was listening to lemon demon when it came to me #i rlly hope this hasn’t been done yet #it all just kind of makes sense yk like ghost and spirit phone and phone lines and everything #it connects in my head but idk if y’all get it #lemon demon

[millennium-queen]

You know her as the girl on fire but we know her as the lovely KATNISS!! EVERDEEN!!

Working on an actual BUCKETLOAD of other things but I was wanting to practice my old lineless style that I used constantly in art school and come on!! Of course I was gonna draw my girl

#katniss everdeen #the hunger games #thg #Katniss thg #my art #just call me Peeta because I’ve been sketching Katniss all day on and off lmaoo #I’m not toooo sure if I like how this turned out #BUT I’ve not posted anything in weeks and idk #I didn’t want y’all to forget me?? 😂😂😂 #hope ya like her ooooh

[greenieart]

More tiny paintings I did in January 💚

#acrylic painting #tiny paintings #painting #traditional #original #idk how to tag these properly #anyway these are all 2x2 except for the monstera piece which is 3x3 #also. the mushrooms are chlorophyllum molybdites also known as the vomiter which is my favorite mushroom #the flower is a johnny jump up which is one of my favorite flowers #variagated monstera deliciosa of course (sp?) #CRENSHINIBON. THE CRYSTAL SHARD. #pomegranate #and what’s meant to be a brown junebug but idk how successful the attempt was. a bug. #OH the pomegranate isn’t quite a 2x2 or a 3x3 she’s somewhere in the middle? I only had one canvas of that size and I’d measure it #but I don’t feel like taking it off the wall for accuracy in a tag on a tumblr post so #eh #also hope y’all enjoy the multiple shots of my living room

[wispscribbles]

When I finish my ghoap Christmas oneshot that I started way back in start December, and have been struggling with since, then it’s over for you fools 🎅

#maybe it will be done by next Christmas lol #god no I’m scared of jinxing it #it’s not even THAT long I’ve just constantly had to step away from it and start over #and I don’t even think it’s good 😭 but I want it done #and there are bits I like that I want to share so I need to finish this bitch #y’all better be ready to find some leftover Christmas cheer when I post it #we will pretend that it isn’t several months late 😀 #they kill Santa and it’s funny and I don’t want to leave that forever in my wips #correction: they kill someone dressed as Santa but they take it very seriously #it has very much the same vibe as ‘Clue’ did and ppl enjoyed that one a lot #so I hope I’m just overly critical of myself and that this fic is actually alright #how did I write clue in one night????? where did that superpower go???? #might share some snippets at some point idk #wispy update

[acesammy]

The thing about how sam’s arc in season 4 is often discussed is that people simultaneously acknowledge that the angels are bad, while claiming Sam is an idiot for rebelling against them.

like I have listened through three (3) rewatch podcasts and they always seem to fall into this loop of going ‘hey the angels are Obviously up to no good’ while also going ‘Sam is really stupid. Why would he trust a demon when literal angels are telling him to stop’

idk man. Maybe bc the angels are Obviously up to no good????

#And it’s a really good arc so it’s got more going on #BUT #y’all can’t recognize that the angels are being shady as fuck and offering awful solutions #while SIMULTANEOUSLY saying that Sam should trust them implicitly #and yes there’s a lot of like very personal religious rebellion that’s going on with Sam that IS a bit .. petulant isn’t the right word #but he’s reacting to a /personal/ slight bc angels were supposed to be his hope and they are Dicks #He /was/ blinded by that #but also keep in mind that the first time sam met the angels they were proposing that they kill 1k+ people #And then there’s the flip side of this #which is that Sam gets to the point where he accepts that he’s evil. That what he’s doing is turning him into a monster. #but that doesn’t matter. /he/ doesn’t matter. So long as it saves the world #I mean the angels obviously aren’t trying too hard #lea speaks #sorry I keep dragging up dumb shit abt spn #idk I just want to get it out and this is a nice void to do so

[crit20art]

[ID: a traditional sketch of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from The Magnus Archives as they might appear as a woman and as a non-binary butch, respectively. Jon is a small, thin British-Pakistani woman with short curly hair. She wears a large cardigan with a cami and business casual capris. Martin is a tall, fat Vietnamese-Polish person with glasses, many freckles, and short hair with an undercut. They wear a tank top, leather jacket, and jeans with a carabiner clipped to their belt loop. Martin stands with one hand in their pocket and one hand on Jon’s shoulder, smiling fondly at her. Jon rests her hand on Martin’s at her shoulder and cuts her eyes back at them with a loving expression. End ID]

uhhh @tdogkarate said the words “butch lesbian Martin” and i blacked out and this happened. it’s v messy and i won’t vouch for the proportions but im sharing cause it made me happy and also filled me w So Much Gender

honestly this would change very little about them (including names i love them being girlies named Jon n Martin…) but here are some lil headcanons:

they/them lesbian Martin (yeah we’re openly projecting now what of it!!!!!)

Jon n Georgie started transitioning at the same time at uni and when Jon felt like she had to change her name, it was Georgie who assured her that it was ok to remain Jon

HRT did not affect The Voice much for Jon but she owns it and it’s sooooo sexy it’s fucking insane bonkers gorgeous. Martin has written no less than four poems about it (finding one of these in s2 may or may not have greatly softened Jon’s opinion of Martin)

Jon is hit a bit harder by concerns about her appearance after the coma, bc her head got shaved (goodbye beautiful gender-affirming hair) and she’s lost a lot of the weight that defined her figure. She gets angry at herself for even caring and it snowballs into her snapping at Martin at some point, but Martin, who’s Been There w body issues, reassures her as much as they can and takes her on a very nice trip down to Aberdeen to get some clothes other than Basira’s old athleisure wear. and after several hours of Jon being stared at starry-eyed by Martin and being told with soft awe “yeah you look incredible in that” like 500 times, she feels a lot better

anyway jonmartin rights in every universe forever i love them sm. also i love you women i love you butches i’m frankly feeling a bit insane abt it all right now

#feel like im being a little vulnerable by posting this idk hhjjjjshdk but i hope it makes y’all as happy as it makes me #would love to hear from you if you have Gender Thoughts about Them #tma #the magnus archives #jonmartin

[starrcrossrose]

They’re in my head rent free, actually.

(These are my Villain Leo AU designs)

#Villain Leo AU #V!Leo AU #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #usagi yuichi #rise Leo #doodles #Starrs Art #leoichi #leosagi #I’m using both tags for the ship just… bc he’s also an Usagi? literally and figuratively lol! #I like seeing both ships and it’s just a more used tag and idk that’s just me #anyway #hope y’all like these

[fatty4cid]

I WANNA WATCH THE WORLD BUUUUURNNN I BROUGHT THE GÆSOLINEEEEE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#regina george #world burn #reneé rapp #mean girls 2024 #i fucking loved this movie idc what anyone says y’all haters of FUN #like i love the og and i love the broadway musical so this was honestly such a gift #PLUS MISS RENEÉ???? #HELLOO????? #production still lacked imo but it’s okay cause it grew on me a little #reneé ​auli'i and jaquel carried this movie #also rejanis 🤭 #HEHE i have some drafts of them but idk when i’ll ever have something finished #HOPE I’LL FINISH AT LEAST ONE BEFORE MY BREAK IS OVER #btw if you’re reading this pls give my instagram acc some love idrc about numbers but it’s lowkey feeling so sad and lonely over there LMFAO #thank you i love you muah

[estrellami-1]

See You

Eddie ran his mouth. Anyone and everyone knew this. He was harmless, wouldn’t hurt a fly, but with a sharp tongue when aimed at the wrong (or right) people. Sure, it made him some enemies—some people, he swore, didn’t know how to take a joke—but for the most part it was okay.

The one thing he’d never do was kick someone while they’re down. Metaphorically, of course, since he’d never actually physically kick someone. Unless that someone was Gareth, who took the last brownie. Then all bets were off. But he’d never poke fun at someone already hurting, which is why so many of his tabletop rants were focused on the royalty of Hawkins High.

He knew that he knew that he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that table was fine to poke fun at. Hagan hated him for it, but then again Hagan hated him for just existing, so he took Hagan’s thoughts with a grain of salt. Besides, the object of his attention—though he’d never admit it to anyone—was one Steve Harrington. King Steve, The Hair, the heir to the Harrington fortune and legacy.

For the most part, Harrington would stare back, the barest trace of a smile playing on his lips. Sometimes Eddie would get him to crack, and he’d look down at his own table as he smiled, but for the most part he sat there, mask cracked, mirth shining in his eyes.

There was one time, however, he didn’t. Eddie was ranting about prices, about allowance (or lack thereof) and holes in sneakers and cold showers. “Now, of course, the royal court knows nothing of such trivialities,” he said, taking a mock bow in their direction, almost freezing when he saw Harrington frowning at the table. But he was a performer, and the show must go on, so he changed direction—even got a reluctant smile out of Harrington—before finishing.

Later, he sat thinking about it. Maybe he just hadn’t liked the topic of the rant, but it somehow felt more personal than that. Eddie decided he had to get to the bottom of it, so he approached Harrington towards the end of the school day.

Harrington sighed and shut his locker. “What do you want, Munson?”

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets. “To talk?”

Harrington raised a brow at him, which he figured he deserved. “Okay. So talk.”

“Y’know, I swore something to myself when I start d this whole shebang. I promised myself I’d never kick someone who was already down. And I don’t intend to make a liar of myself.” He shrugged at the look thrown his way. “You didn’t seem to particularly like today’s topic of choice, is all. I wanted to see why.”

“I didn’t think you cared.” He winced before Eddie could say anything. “Sorry. That was rude.”

Eddie frowned, tilting his head. “You alright, Harrington?”

He sighs and leans back against the lockers, copying Eddie’s position, before tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Guess I finally got it knocked into me that I’m not a good person. I’m trying to do better. There’s these kids… actually, you play that, uh, dragons game, right? With the dice and the figurines?”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Dungeons and Dragons?”

Steve snapped at him. “That’s the one. There’s these kids I watch, they’re obsessed with the game. The one leading them, the, uh…” he snapped a few times, trying to remember. “Master player, or whatever.”

“Dungeon Master.”

“Yeah, thanks. They call him Will the Wise.” He began to smile. “God, they’re such dorks.” He sighed and sobered. “That… wasn’t the point, sorry. But I’m watching those kids. Something happened—y’know the thing everyone knows about but no one’s supposed to talk about?”

“The thing that stinks of government?”

Steve snorted. “Yup. We were right in the middle of it. Thought we weren’t gonna make it out, a few times. Thought if the kids made it, it’d be okay. I don’t have anything waiting for me, y’know? My parents are off who knows where. And I guess this is where my problem with your rant today comes from. Because… I get it, y’know? My parents aren’t home, and they’re not gonna heat a whole house for someone who only uses two or three rooms. I can pay heating or electric, but not both, and I need electric more, usually. I don’t get an allowance from my parents. Used to, but that stopped at fourteen. I got a job as soon as I realized that was it. I get cold showers and whatever I can scrounge up to eat until the next paycheck. I take such good care of the clothes I have because I can’t afford to buy new ones. God, this isn’t even my style, this is just whatever my mom last bought me. I fuckin’ hate the polos, man,” he said, a laugh in his voice.

Eddie chuckled with him, then sobered. “That… that, uh, really sucks, man. I get it. And I’m sorry about the rant.”

Steve shrugged. “You didn’t know.”

“You said you’re not a good person. I think you’re better than you know.”

A smile quirked up the corner of Steve’s lip. “And I guess you’d know?”

“I might be a better judge of character than you think.”

Steve laughed. “I’m sure that’s true. Can I ask a question?”

“You just did.”

“Jackass,” he muttered, failing to hide his grin. “How’d you notice I wasn’t a fan of today’s topic?”

Eddie considered it for a moment. “I’ll give you full honesty if you promise not to retaliate in any way.”

Steve frowned. “Retaliate, like, hurt you? I wouldn’t.”

“Never say never,” he warned, and Steve good-naturedly rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I promise not to retaliate in any way.”

“I kinda, maybe, have a massive crush on you.” He bit his lip, looking away, unwilling to see the disgust in Steve’s eyes, painted on his face.

What he didn’t expect was the chuckle. “You’re joking, right?”

Eddie blinked and turned to face him. “No.”

“Why me? Aren’t I kinda the antithesis of everything you stand for?”

“Antithesis. Good word.”

“I’m not actually an idiot, y’know. I need all A’s or B’a to stay in sports.”

Eddie blinked. “Not what I expected. Okay. Um, yeah, you kinda are the antithesis of everything I stand for, or at least I thought you were, and now I dunno what I think, except you’re not at all what I expected, and I’m probably gonna have to toss the entirely of the Munson Doctrine in the trash.”

Steve blinked. “I caught about two words of that, sorry. You… you really do. Have a crush on me.”

“Yeah.”

Steve grinned. “Good.”

Eddie blinked. “Good?”

“Good,” Steve parroted, gaze flickering from his eyes, to his lips, back to his eyes. “Come over after school?”

Eddie snorted. “No offense, Steve, but I want to step foot in your house even less now than I used to. But you’re welcome over at mine.”

Steve’s grin grew. “You said my name.”

Eddie frowned. “Of course I did. What else would I call you?”

“You usually call me Harrington,” he murmured, and suddenly Eddie realized.

“Oh. Am I correct in assuming you’d rather not be associated with that name?”

Steve shrugged. “In a perfect world, no. But I know that’s not very likely right now.”

“It can be,” Eddie offered. “At least with me.”

Just then the final bell rang, and they jumped apart, looking at each other and letting out a nervous chuckle. “I’ll, uh, see you after school?”

“My place,” Eddie nodded. “See you, Steve.”

Steve smiled. “See you, Eddie.”

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[shawtuzi]

hi love! can we maybe get a plug! levi🫶🏾

i know y’all probably tired of this but i live and breathe aot characters as plugs im sorry </3

this is 18+///cw include: drug usage, smut, fluff, black coded reader, bad writing 

- okay so when i think of plug!levi i think of him as the supplier, the guy eren and connie get their shit from but never give credit to when people talk about how good the weed is and it annoys the absolute shit outta him

- he’s often mobile but not as much as eren and connie. he doesn’t like to be away from you for too long

- best believe his weed is homegrown!!! he doesn’t trust anyone to handle his plants the way he does. it doesn’t matter how long it takes no one will see one single nugg until levi deems it’s good enough but trust it’s worth the wait

- he’s one of those people that insist they aren’t addicted and can quit anytime he wants but is quick to roll a blunt at the slightest inconvenience

- plug!levi prefers to keep your relationship private when it comes to social media but is not afraid to show a little affection in public such as giving your shoulder a kiss or a giving you a lil forehead kiss

- the clingiest boy ever when he’s high he loves being skin to skin with you whether it’s innocent cuddling/cockwarming or fucking your brains out in missionary pushing your chest snuggly against his as he fucks into you

- go to song to fuck you to is gang over luv- brent faiyaz

- like eren he’s not big on drinking but is a SLUTTT when he drinks!!! if y’all are in public he won’t show his neediness no no instead he’ll be in your ear the whole time telling you how much he wants to fuck you

- cannot and will not go to sleep until he gets a goodnight text from you something about that “goodnight i love u so much <3” text puts him right to sleep

- the only time you will probably ever see plug!levi be messy is when he’s eating your pussy while high. he doesn’t care if your slick is covering his nose and chin he will not stop until your cheeks are soaked with tears and you’re pushing his head away

“c-c’mon levi that’s- hah t-that’s enough,” you whimpered lightly pushing levi’s head away. “but we just started baby c’mom gimme a few more you can do that right? lemme make you cum three more times and i’ll buy you that chanel bag you’ve been wanting,” he grunted pressing sloppy kisses against your trembling thighs. from the neediness in his voice to the pleading look in his bloodshot eyes it all had you spiraling until you decided to let him have his way with you. even though you blacked out on the third orgasm it was totally worth the praise and the new chanel bag

- doesn’t wear any jewelry except thin lil chain but it still looks hot regardless

- when he smokes he likes to have you in his lap while you run your fingers through his hair quietly talking about how your day went or anything else you want to talk about he doesn’t care as long as he gets to hear your voice

- i won’t be elaborating but he wears bleu de chanel cologne

- whenever it’s time for him to get a haircut he has you do it for him instead of going to someone else. there’s just something about the act that’s very intimate to him. the way you constantly ask if you nicked him in a gentle voice or the way you kiss his shoulders every once in a while he just can’t get enough of it

- as stated before missionary is his go-to position he loves being able to admire your facial expressions and hear your little moans and whimpers in his ear

- “that’s it baby, feels good yeah? tell daddy how good he makes you feel,” levi whispered in your ear nibbling gently on the lobe. “s’good daddy y-you feel so good,” you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist giving him the sign you wanted him to finish inside and he was more happy to oblige, after hearing you beg for it ofc

- whenever you’re giving him head and have cotton mouth he forces his middle and ring finger in your mouth fucking your throat with them until your mouth is wet enough (i’m sweating)

- he doesn’t say this often, which is okay because he shows it with his actions, but he loves you more than life itself. as corny as it sounds you are his first love and he would wreak absolute havoc on the world if anything or anyone hurt you

#idk if i like this or not tbh #but i hope y’all do nonetheless <3 #levi ackerman #levi ackerman smut #levi smut #attack on titan smut #aot smut #aot levi #snk smut #snk levi #levi ackerman fluff #my writing #levi <3

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track meet

#anna yoshizaka #tatsuya suou #persona 2 #p2 #fanart #mir.art #smoking #IDK why i was struck with the urge to post this and post it RIGHT NOW but ahhh hope y’all like a doodle after radio silence LOL~