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tequiilasunriise · 4 months

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Possible nicknames Lenore called Annabel in life go:

"Anniebell": Sometimes the smallest changes are the cutest, okay? Anniebell Lee sounds adorable as hell and I'll stick by it. Imagine Annabel trying to admonish Lenore for saying some wild shit at a Rich Persons Gala™️ or smth but she keeps breaking out into giggles like, "You- you can't just say that pet!" and Lenore playfully replying, "Oh whatever do you mean, Anniebell Lee?" like UGH I hate them somebody throw hammers at em already 💥💥🔨🔨🔨

“My moon”: in relation to the Annabel Lee poem (‘for the moon never beams/Without bringing me dreams/Of the wonderful Annabel Lee’) and also there’s smth so flavorful of the character with a color palette more akin to the Sun (long shiny blonde hair, warm colored eyes, seemingly more outwardly personality, etc) being called the moon like I loveee contrasting design choices‼️‼️

“Angel”: Also a reference to the poem (but like, worse because it was the angels that separated em) and can be easily pulled from Annabel’s name

“Petal”: Or some other variation of a flower based nickname because imma sad, sad bisexual who loves ✨flower motifs✨ just a bit too much

Anything in Dutch: This can be like common ones like “liefje” (darling) or the previous entries but in Dutch idk go crazy go stupid

“Locket”: An unconventional pick pulled from Annabel’s last name Whitlock + lockets containing pieces of hair from your other half being T H E romantic gesture of the century back then, so, like. Idk. Hear me out like okay I think Lenore could be the unconventional route (I mean girly already faked her death via arson and pulled a Mulan to get the girl soooo you see what I’m putting down?) and like like LIKKEEE⁉️⁉️⁉️ Imagine with me Lenore telling her girl, “You’re the locket I keep nearest to my heart” (many necklaces back then had a chain just long enough for the locket to rest above the wearer’s heart) and it evolves to Lenore calling Annabel smth like “my dearest, my locket” LIKE YOU HAVE TO IMAGINE WITH ME!!! GUYS MY VISION IS VISIONING!!! 🦅🗣️🌈🗣️🗣️🦅🦅🌈🗣️🦅🦅

@incorrect-nevermore cmere and witness my madness

#some of the emojis only show up in mobile format sigh this is my cross to bear #yes its a running joke of mine to measure things on a scale of 'in relation to how much so and so suffered compared to jesus h christ-'#for example penny poldenina died painfully TWICE like girly defo suffered more than mister holy spirit but thats neither here nor there #jesus still suffered more than me but like. damn bro. my aesthetic #my old wenclair followers if ur still around do NOT come fer me and the 'my moon' suggestion okay I knowwww #i remember my oldass yet decently popular 'my moon' wenclair posts from last year do not recite the ancient magic to me #anything in dutch one tho like cmon Lenore woulldd she would call her sweetie anniebell shit like 'my heart' and shit in Dutch ugh dorknore #tho obviously the locket one is my fave like u have to rlly and truly ENVISION THE VIBES u know?#unconventional pet names fer unconventional couples guys cmon hear me outttt #ugh man these two gayasses are so awful i hope they DOUBLE PERISH bc yeah they already died once whoooppssiesss #nevermore webtoon #white raven #lenore nevermore #lenore vandernacht #annabel lee nevermore #annabel lee whitlock

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just-null-cult · 4 months

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I WANT TO WISH U A HAPPY NY🎉🎄!! (now in my country they celebrate🥲)I'M GLAD TO MEET UR BLOG. THIS IS THE CUTEST N MOST WONDERFUL BLOG. I very rarely see creativity with our sweet Nori!! But when I saw your blog, I was so happy!! I hope that in the future the blog will develop and thnq, dear froggy, for pleasing our eyes!!😭😭😭💗💗YOU'RE THE SUN & THE CHARM!!(◡‿◡✿)

*sorry for my strange english, I have problems w/ it 😞*

HAPPY END OF YEAR TO ALL OF YOU

Your english is lovely, dw. tysm for finding my cult in this corner and liking what you found! Also for reminding me today is the last day of the year (my time)

aint no fucking way am i gonna allow this cult having more depictions of me than Noritoshi fucking Kamo. So i present to you, my beloved cult members, a bunch of doodles i have of Noritoshi.

there is no particular order

#noritoshi #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #chunga-chuck #this guy has been rottin my brain for a while #i love him your honor but this also makes me realize i havent drawn much of the other characters.. like at all.. damn #im a shy bitch to show my nsfw/suggestive work so i might make a separate post for that if enough ppl are interested #OR NOT WHO KNOWS. WTV #i like drawing noritoshi blushing or angry #hes cute #but im neglecting his other cute emotions.. will get there #AH BUT HNY i dont celebrate much but the hype from everyone is rubbin off on me #tumblr better not fuck up this formatting istg #if it does ITS NOT MY FAULT

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shivroy · 7 days

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ok wtf ever

#art #roman roy #succession #suggestive #SORRY #i dont default to drawing roman post-finale so i dont often draw his forehead scars (unless im drawing him old)#but. 1. its fun to stylize them 2. fun to give them to him as a symbol. this is a roman whose dad is dead 3. target practice #edited post for better formatting. for this...............................................

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queen0fm0nsterz · 5 months

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TAKE TH3M FROM ME

#I REFUSE TO PUT THIS IN THE TAG #IM SO SORRY THE POST HAS BEEN OUT FOR LIKE... NOT EVEN A DAY I THINK #IM SO S9RRY #no im not #i should not be trusted with this format because im gonna use it for EVERYTHING from now on #WHY IS IT SO FUNNY TO LOOK AT #carols.txt #SHOULD I TAG THIS AS SUGGESTIVE????#suggestive #also yes the hypothetic 'sex' would be gay in this case because. i said so #little nightmares #< DO NOT COME AND INQUIRE #nvm i did put it in the tag #LMAOO

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wip · 5 months

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any chance of bringing back small text & horizontal line in posts? i know those are more work to maintain but they're very useful formatting tools

Answer: Hi, @skysometric!

We shall address your question in two parts here.

Good news. Small text is supported! Simply write some text in your draft post, highlight it, and select the “Small” icon from the list (it will look like this: <s>). You can see what this looks like as a draft in the screenshot below.

As for horizontal lines, we hear you here. You are right on both counts –while they are more work to maintain, they are also useful formatting tools. So we can maybe someday, but we can not say much more than that at present.

Thanks for your question, and keep 'em coming, folks!

#feature #posting #formatting #tools #backend #your suggestions

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wriggler-naming-suggestions · 4 months

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< adverage n:ght on my dashboard >

< mutual 1 : the most blatant p:tch fl:rt:ng ever >

< mutual 2 : the worst hemospectrum takes you have seen ( today ) >

< mutual 3 : k:ll:ng 72 drones per hour >

< mutual 1 : " :ts NOT p:tch stfu " >

< mutual 4 : post:ng l:nks to s:gnless p:ss f:cs >

< mutual 1 : the most blatant p:tch fl:rt:ng ever >

< chaoticasshol3 : drown:ng :n bug ju:ce >

< mutual 5 : " : love cotton candy :} " >

#not a suggestion #< very targetted post >#< : say mutual but :t :s very l:kely :m not mutuals w:th all trolls :n quest:on >#< but >#< the format you see >

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bubble-popping · 20 days

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okay this is kinda embarrassing bc i meant to post this a long time ago and just... Didn't.

More dnb gods au bc them <3

Truthfully, Techno didn't know why he stood here, hand hovering above the wood of a door. Even less did he understand why he felt so nervous about going in. The words 'Dream's Study' felt like a permanent 'do not disturb' sign. He knew how much he hated to be interrupted when he worked, especially for trivial matters such as a minor headache. Techno hadn't seen Dream for a while, and it was showing with how Chat nagged and clawed at his brain. He wasn't quite at the stage of attacking his dearest friends and causing major property damage because of their volume and relentlessness, but Dream had asked--pleaded, to be more precise--for him to visit before it got to that point. So, here he stood, trying to think of how to phrase his current predicament without sounding like a total loser. And Chat was not helping.

just knock?

man's forgot how to knock

bro forgor

average dork in love behavior

no u guys don't get it he's so normal about dream i promise

social anxiety L

LOL

"How do you nerds even know half those phrases? I don't say anythin' like that-" Before he knew it, the sound of squeaks and chirps emitted from behind the door. The Blobs' heightened senses never ceased to amaze him.

"What? Techno's outside? How-OW!"

Techno startled upon hearing the exclamation accompanied by a thud and finally kicked himself into gear, opening the door and peeking inside to see Dream standing up from behind his desk, cradling his horns and uttering more hisses of pain. "Dream? You alright?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine! Jus' bumped my head is all. I'm alright." The blond waved off his concern as he sank into his chair. "Is something up? Chat being loud again?"

The piglin god decided to step further into the room. He'd gone this far, might as well go the full mile. "Well, not at the moment now that you're, ya know, talkin'."

"Aw, they just missed me, huh?" Dream rested his head in his hand, smile smug and eyes scrunched.

YES

DREAM

DREAM POG

simps. every single one of you. me too.

GUYS SHUT UP I CAN'T FOCUS ON HIS PRETTY

pretty dreamie :)

WE AGREED ON DAYDREAM FOR THE NICKNAME IDOIT

**idiot lol

lol

LOL

Lol

LOL

"I didn't say all that. Don't get ahead of yourself, teletubby." As if Techno's absolutely scathing remark wasn't enough of a blow to the man's ego, several Blobs then decided it was their special moment to shine as they dropped down on Techno chirping and cooing not too unlike Phil's crows. He glanced up to see many more piled on a hammock above his head. The majority still soundly slept. Techno could only imagine what it'd look like if they were all awake.

"Hey! What have I told you guys about personal space?" Dream promptly stood from his chair and came over to brush the little Blobs off, a bright gold strong as sunshine glowing on his cheeks. It really didn't match the stern expression he was trying to show. "I'm so sorry about them. We're still working on that..." He didn't meet Techno's eyes as his hands swiped across his shoulders. Not even when he reached further up, lifting on the tips of his toes to pluck away the ones that had settled in his hair.

"They're not so bad. At least they're cute. Chat is just plain annoyin'," Techno grumbled.

WE'RE RIGHT HERE YA KNOW

techno hates us y'all

we're literally fixing your love life?

so ungrateful

Dream giggled softly, shaking his head. Only then did he meet Techno's gaze. "Chat isn't bad either. It's just like the Blobs, they're excitable. I think Chat's cool."

dream gets us y'all

omg he's looking at us guys

HE'S THINKS WE'RE COOL

i hope he wins the custody battle in the divorce

they aren't even married yet

praying on their downfall already is crazy

SHUT UP HE'S STILL TALKIMG

he stopped tho?

**talking

LOL

Techno pressed a hand to his temple, face twisting in discomfort. "You don't have to hear 'em all the time..."

Dream offered a sympathetic smile before he seemed to get an idea. "Would you like to rest with me while I fulfill some dream requests?"

"I don't wanna bother ya if you're workin'-"

"You wouldn't be a bother, ya big idiot. C'mon, I could use the company." He smiled sweetly, taking Techno by the arm with pretty green eyes begging from under long blond lashes. Naturally, Techno let himself be dragged away--but he still wasn't a simp, Chat, shut up--to a different corner of the office: an area that closely resembled a pillow fort.

Techno really had to duck down to enter it, clearly not built for a god his size. Inside was more spacious than it initially appeared. Made of many different colors and shapes of cushions, all draped with soft blankets, and partially bordered by the lower shelves of a bookcase. Dream easily found a spot to lay down, propped up and facing the curtain canopy. Techno squeezed against the nearest wall out of consideration for Dream's space, but regardless only managed a gap of mere inches. He too looked up, and when he did, he swore that nothing was above them at all. Tiny lights were strategically placed to emulate the night sky. Techno could even see certain constellations in the pattern.

"How did...?"

"Oh, some Blobs got into my glowstone dust by accident and they reminded me of stars, so I got this idea." And Techno believed him because when he squinted he saw, as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, many tiny Blobs hanging by thin threads with the proudest grins on their faces.

"Of course..." He huffed, smirking and shaking his head.

A comfortable silence succeeded his words, covering the pair in a particular kind of blanket. The kind that had Techno curiously glancing over to see Dream concentrating on a cloud held aloft by the green strings connected to his fingers.

"What's that one? If ya don't mind me askin'."

"Hm? Oh, well, usually I don't share other people's dreams. They're personal things, meant for your mind alone. But..." Dream got a small, almost mischievous smile on his face. "This one here is for one of my regulars."

"Regulars?"

"Mhm. I think she prays almost every night, always for the same thing. She's an old woman and recently her wife of almost 60 years passed away from an unfortunate accident. Do you know what she asks to dream of?"

Techno couldn't imagine knowing that much about a mortal. But then again, all those that prayed to him usually didn't live very long, so he supposed he just never got the chance to.

"What?"

"She just wants to speak with her again. Nothing else matters, except that she's there. They talk about so many things. Sometimes, they don't speak at all. Just sit there next to each other, enjoying the company. I've put them in all sorts of places. Relaxing on a beach, watching a fireworks display from afar, sitting on their rocking chairs in their living room..." He'd finished crafting the dream by then, offering it to one of the Blobs who devoured the cloud whole and promptly wiggled into the crevice of two pillows. Afterwards, he folded his hands atop his stomach and closed his eyes, smiling wistfully. "Such a sweet, pure love... I only hope someone will love me like that."

A heat unlike any other instantly filled Techno's cheeks.

ASDFGHJKL HE'S LITERALLY ASKING FOR IT

LET'S GOOO

KISS HIM YOU IDIOT

how did that guy make that sound

KISS

L matchmakers fr

wdym we're such W matchmakers

yeah he boutta get that sheep pus-

Techno quickly sat up from the comfortable pile onto his elbow, resolutely pushing that thought out of his head.

"Techno?" Dream looked to him, gaze wide and inquisitive. The piglin god turned to stare down at him, and though he knew he had to say something that might finally shut Chat up about this, the words got caught in his throat. Green eyes were simply too pretty, surrounded by freckles and waves of golden blond. A hand surprised him out of his admiring. Gentle fingers pushed the hair that had fallen into Techno's face behind his pointed ear then came to a rest at his cheek. "Something wrong?"

"No," he answered with a shake of his head, placing his hand upon Dream's and leaning into the touch. It still didn't make a lot of sense to him, why Dream was so tender towards him despite his reputation and prowess... Or, perhaps, because of it? Techno cherished it all the same. "Nothin's wrong. 'm just... 'm not sure how to, how to word-"

"Tech," the sheep god murmured, now cupping both of Techno's cheeks and wearing a bittersweet smile, "you don't have to force yourself. I was just thinking out loud. I wasn't trying to-"

"It's not that, I mean, well, it is, but-" He sighed, closing his eyes to collect himself before opening them with a renewed determination. "I get what you're sayin' and I feel the same way."

"You do?"

"Ya think I'd come just to make Chat shut up? That's just a sweet bonus, dude."

Dream giggled, a similar blush rising on his face. "So, what does that mean?"

"It means I... would really like to kiss ya, if you'll let me."

The blush immediately brightened to a shimmering gold. He pushed himself to a sit as well, closing the gap between them to barely a few inches. "I think I'd like that."

They both leaned in, heads tilting to accommodate the other, but when Techno connected with something, he knew it was not Dream's lips. A Blob had managed to slip in at the last second, squeaking happily. The two pulled back in equal astonishment, allowing the Blob to drop on Dream's lap.

Dream's expression rapidly soured. "You little-!" He snatched the Blob up, gripping its little body in a tight grasp. "That's it. You're all going in timeout now." With a snap of his fingers, all the Blobs including the ones that hung from the ceiling exploded into puffs of clouds, leaving the two in near total darkness aside from Dream's glowing eyes. "Much better. Now..." Hands suddenly grabbed Techno by the shoulders and twisted them so he was flat on his back and Dream was straddling his waist. His voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned in once again, bright green illuminating both their faces. "Where were we?"

#idiots in love #dnb #dreamnoblade #dnb god au #bubble writes #suggestive #i should be posting these on ao3 too but idk #i always feel like what i post on there needs to be a certain format/length so tumblr just gets everything

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peepslibrary · 1 month

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Introducing~ Lay Bankz

This is probably one of the funniest things I've ever written. I guess this qualifies as a song fic? If you've been on tiktok a couple months ago, you'd probably recognize this song.

Synopsis: What would happen if the LU boys heard the song Ick?

Warnings: Explicit lyrics, mentions of sex

Y'all can thank @trippygalaxy for this.

... Why is there a portal right outside the camp?

Why is there

PORTAL-

You're fairly confident the whole town heard your sigh and the chain's groans as y'all packed everything up and linked hands to go through the stupid portal. The other side of the portal was - in fact - NOT another Hyrule. It was a stadium. A stadium filled to the brim with people, a gigantic stage, and multicolored lights moving all around. Ok wait- the portal might've been the least of your problems.

The group looks around with emotions varying from confused to overstimulated. Honestly, if you squint you could see their braincells work together. You turn around, doing a quick headcount. “Wait, where’s Wind?” You count again and… nope still 9 including you. Fuck

I don't mean to judge off a first impression. Or his part-time job at 7/11. But he's a broke-ass peasant ask-

You feel your eyebrows furrow. Where do you know this song??

(ick) and he's got bad credit (ick) and he got a foot fetish (ick) DNR, but he tryin' paramedic

Shit... that's where you recognize this from. Tiktok

You're quick to move and cover Sky’s ears, making a silent prayer to whatever poor soul is listening. You need to get everyone out. You guys need to find Wind and you're fairly confident that everyone present will get red in the face when they register the lyrics.

"Time." Thankfully he managed to hear you despite the current situation. You see him angle his head up for a milisecond. Just subtle enough for you to reply with a tilt of your head towards an emergency exit. He doesn't hesitate to nod, moving to Wars and Twilight to help move everyone along. It's not a stretch to think that he's overstimulated with the environment. Has any of them ever heard this much noise so close?? You wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

Actually... Dink can kiss your ass. He's literally the one that pulled you into this craziness in your pjs. Like... dude coulda waited until you were decent t-

“Hey, what’s going on?” You curse and look up at the question-er. His eyes stuck looking at the ground, his ears lowered under your hands while his playing with the fabric of his sailcloth. “Sky I’m trying to get you guys out of-“

(Ew) Lady boner gone (Oh no), He dry humpin' me and huffin' like a dog (Hah, hah), And he whispered in my ear did I get off?

You didn’t think it was possible to cringe laugh *this* hard. But oh boy, the collective faces made shouldn’t have been that funny. Red in the face and trying to move everyone faster - incredibly hard considering they’re all standing like statues - are Time, Wars, Legend, and Twilight. Sky, Wild, Four, and Hyrule have moved to cover their own ears, with some crouched against the floor.

Somehow everyone is able to leave the stadium with only their innocence (or lack of thereof) injured, only to find Wind standing with a security guard eating a string cheese and a can of soda next to him.

“There you guys- what happened?” Wind makes his way to y’all and you use that chance to check for visible injuries, making sure no one injured him.

“Although it’s likely they would be the one injured.” Your brain supplied helpfully.

“Uhh…” you look at the group’s states, “let’s just say they weren’t expecting what was inside the stadium.” Wind nods in understanding, “Yeah, Sam wouldn’t let me in because it was ‘for adults.’” You spare a glance towards the guard, who gives a humored nod and sends you guys on your way.

#had to listen to this song on REPEAT #Y'ALL MY BRAIN DIED #first post ever plz excuse formatting #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #modern reader #x reader #cw swearing #cw suggestive

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filthy-kaoss · 2 years

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A scene from chapter 5 of You're Not Yet Done by @ursafootprints [i.e. my absolute favorite starker fic]

"It wasn't your fault," he snapped. "You didn't do anything wrong. It would have happened anyway, okay, because it was him and not you, but you act like-- you still act like I don't want you around or something, or like I'm afraid of you or whatever, like you can't get close or I'll freak out which is so stupid because I'm the one that keeps pushing--"

"You flinched," Tony said in the pause between one word and the next, and then he flinched himself, like his own words came as a shock.

Peter went still, a beat behind in processing the abrupt change of gears, the tidal wave of anger in him warring with an opposing gale of confusion.

"What?" He said, finally, when even after a few moments of heavy silence he still couldn't pin down what Mr. Stark meant.

Mr. Stark closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face, but his voice wasn't muffled at all when he said, "The day after. When you found me in the hallway after I ran out at breakfast, I was going to touch your shoulder and you flinched."

Peter's mind picked out the memory and played it back-- standing in front of Mr. Stark with Westcott's voice in his head and seeing Mr. Stark reach for him, and wanting that touch so badly that he gasped--

All of his anger drained away in a dizzying swoop of mortification instead, and Peter retreated a step, cheeks burning.

"That-- that wasn't. A flinch," he said, because he had to, because he couldn't keep letting Mr. Stark beat himself up over scaring him or whatever he was thinking, but he kind of wanted to sink through the floor as he said it.

Mr. Stark stopped short of rolling his eyes, but he raised his eyebrows sardonically with a disbelieving frown in that way that screamed stop bullshitting me without him ever saying a word.

Peter raised his chin automatically with a reflexive stubbornness, and somehow forced himself to say, "It wasn't! It was, like."

He paused, and swallowed hard, the tingling burn in his cheeks creeping all the way up to his ears. It felt so fucking embarrassing to admit, but, like-- Mr. Stark had to know, right? He'd heard Peter invite him to bed. He'd seen-- he'd felt-- the way Peter had reacted to him, in the cell. He had to already know. He just wasn't connecting the dots for this particular situation, but he had to know.

"Anticipation," Peter finally admitted, mumbling it towards the ground.

Tony was quiet for long enough that Peter risked a glance, crossing his arms for the limited strength that could give him, but Tony looked so sincerely lost even with that explanation that Peter realized with a jolt-- maybe he hadn't known.

"It just," Peter started to explain, unfolding his arms. "It just, it was. It was, like, a-- a good sound. I thought-- you wouldn't--"

Once he got started, the rest of the words came bursting out of him, and Peter wrung his hands and retreated another two strides until he was pressed back against the table again as he blurted, "I thought you wouldn't even want to look at me, forget anything else, after I'd been-- such a weird clingy freak-- I thought you'd be embarrassed of me, so when you--"

"No," Tony said, strained, "no, no, Peter," and he crossed the space between them before Peter could process it and reached to gather up one of Peter's hands in both of his.

Peter felt his tension drop away at the warm press of Mr. Stark's hands enveloping his, even as his eyes prickled with tears at that shameful confession, and he took a shaky breath as he looked up into Mr. Stark's pain-creased face.

"No, Peter, never, why would I-- you're perfect," and Peter saw it hit Mr. Stark at the same time it went through him like lightning, the memory of the last time Mr. Stark had said those words to him. Mr. Stark took his own unsteady breath though, and rallied, pressing on, "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm not-- at you-- I'm who you should be--"

"Oh my god," Peter growled, abruptly furious, and he clutched Mr. Stark's hands to his chest as he surged to his feet, so they were only inches apart. "Why are you so hard on yourself-- you're not listening to me, you're so caught up in your weird guilt thing that you're not even-- I don't care if you touch me."

Mr. Stark's expression was a picture of perfect shock.

"I want you to touch me," Peter said, something heavy and relentless in his chest desperate to come out.

Mr. Stark's heartbeat was fast, fast, fast.

"I'd let you do way more than touch my shoulder or ruffle my hair," Peter said, quieter.

He should stop. He knew he should stop. But--

There wasn't any anger left in him when Peter admitted, whisper-soft, "I wish you would."

Mr. Stark was utterly still. He didn't step away, and he didn't loosen his hands around Peter's, and he didn't part his lips to tell Peter what a creepy spoiled brat he was being. He just stared at Peter in helpless shock while his heart banged in his ribcage.

#starker #gifs #you're not yet done #ursafootprints #my first lil foray into fan edit type giffing #doesnt quite capture the initial frustration for peter but at least it seems continuous lol #shivanessa suggested i try a gifset for ynyd i was like OOOOOOOOOO yES #formatting this post was a nightmare and i had to use mobile data to upload because my internet is acting up pls work oh pls

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vocaloid-homestuck-au · 1 month

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What will you do?

#I want this to be like #where at certain points I ask for suggestions?#like this #what will you do next?#leave ideas I guess!#hatsune miku #vocaloid #homestuck #VocaStuck #also probs going #to change the format after #this post #so #:3

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tarnishedspark · 8 months

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host: Hello everyone, its time for another game of Frag, Conjunx, Kill! Today's contestant is everyone's favourite unethical scientist, Shockwave!

Shockwave: [staring at options]

Shockwave:

Shockwave: Is experimentation an option?

#transformers #shockwave #suggestive #Shockwave define experimentation #the experimentation can be lethal if that is a requirement for the format #shockwave no #I just found this in my drafts and i do not remember writing it but we're pressing post now

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noisytenant · 3 months

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kids are subjected to various unspoken and often unjust power structures which govern our daily lives. oftentimes "misbehavior" comes from trying to feel out the actual rules and limits of life--orienting oneself in the world.

it's interesting to observe how kids that are often caught "acting out" will also take it upon themselves to enforce rules and social norms with other kids. despite trying to break the rules themselves, they're concerned with fairness and equality and are really sensitive to double standards.

just as there are imposed and arbitrary hierarchies, there are also situations where authority is a sensible and necessary privilege; adults (ideally) have the knowledge and experience to keep kids safe and teach them the things they don't know.

in particular, it is important to assess consequences and to scale strictness of enforcement with the severity of effects. we should respond differently whether someone pulls the fire alarm, runs in the street, says a swear word, or walks out of a straight line.

because they are are dealing with the uncertainty of determining what the rules are, if they're fair, and what the consequences are, many kids strive for the security of being at the top of the pecking order.

they emulate authority, but only understand it as saying, "do this! don't do that!" without understanding why certain rules exist and when they might be broken. they also can't easily distinguish just rules (like remembering to share) from unjust rules (like performing certain gender roles).

now, i'm thinking about this phenomenon in the context of socializing as an adult.

i think a lot of us online feel tempted to enforce social consequences for the crime of being "annoying"--immature, clumsy, or misguided--in public.

after all, many of us learned that seemingly innocuous social blundering would be punished in disproportionate and humiliating ways. rules (stated or unstated) might be just or unjust, but the hammer comes down just as hard all the same.

when we catch someone who has been on the earth as many (or more!) years as we have who still hasn't had the messy and naive parts beaten out of them, there's an impulse to enforce the social rules we've learned. it's almost a kindness to teach them "how things work around here", before someone bigger and meaner steps in. and it wouldn't be fair if i got punished and bullied for doing something embarrassing while this other person didn't!

...i am not a saint of nonjudgment; i can't help but assess my own behavior and others' against my running understanding of "the rules". i'm strongly affected by secondhand embarrassment, even if i mostly keep it to myself.

but the extremity of this judgment is precisely why i try to avoid taking it out on the people causing the strongest reactions in me. it's easy--reflexive--to screenshot someone and make fun of them, to call them names, to parody and mock them for a general audience. these are the ways that we express what we think someone should or should not do. but are these rules always in everyone's best interests? is the severity of the swift enforcement proportional with the actual consequences?

as adults, we are no longer beholden only to someone else's rules; we get to write our own, and justify and enforce them for ourselves.

with all this said--i really don't want to use the authority i have been granted through my life experience to belittle and suppress others. that isn't earned authority, that's the posturing of a child who's scrambling for stability in a confusing world. it's not something we can learn from.

it's embarrassing when i see someone bumbling, not having learned the rules as i did, but i think it's more embarrassing to choose to live my adult life only pretending i grew up.

most of us were punished, sometimes quite harshly, for the crime of not knowing any better. sometimes we were told the rules over and over but couldn't internalize them. we can't give ourselves what we don't have for others, and vice versa; i think we all deserve a little more patience and understanding.

in essence, of all the rules we learn and unlearn, i think "don't be immature or wrong in public" is one of the most common--and least useful. it's not serving anyone in the long term.

and we don't have to completely ignore wrongheaded behavior, but we can exercise the just authority of experience to guide, rather than the unjust authority of punishment and shame.

now that we are old enough not just to know the rules but to write them ourselves, let's make it a little easier to make mistakes and be clumsy sometimes, okay? ☀️🌱

#indexed post #long post /#Weekly 'be nice' posting. A reminder to myself as much as others #I feel like my urge is to format this with some color variation or italics or bold to emphasize certain points #but it feels somewhat... patronizing #especially because it is talking about childishness #If any Post Readers have thoughts on the matter feel free to suggest #Also hopefully this is clear but this is in the context of peer relationships. power complicates this #in other words Photomatt car hammer explosion memes are still kosher in my book lol

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Characters as Perfumes: Doctor Who S8-S9 Edition

Twelfth Doctor: Maison Margiela Coffee Break

Peter Capaldi once talked about how DW fans always asked to hug him even though his doctor was known for not being a hugger. I decided to take that as inspiration because I love the idea that despite how intimidating or grumpy he looks, Twelve would probably smell cozy and huggable. Maison Margiela Replica Coffee Break hits the mark—soft lavender, a cup of coffee that’s 95% cream and sugar, and a splash of men’s cologne (he is, after all, a self-described strangely compelling masculine figure). Twelve is a paradox in many ways and so it just seems fitting that he would smell comforting and quite sweet as it complements his grizzly-on-the-outside, care-bear-on-the-inside personality. (perfume image source: x)

Clara Oswald: Diptyque Fleur de Peau

Being the control freak that she is, I figured Clara would want to smell like she always has her shit together and Diptyque Fleur de Peau is the perfect scent for that. It’s an inoffensive, musky skin scent but nothing like your typical out-of-the-shower fragrance—perfect for someone who works as a school teacher but always has to be on the go for otherworldly adventures with the Doctor. It doesn’t smell like books or libraries but rather a person who spends most of their time reading in libraries: clean but with a somewhat dusty quality to it, like the scent of dust motes from old books clung to a freshly washed, worn sweater. And like Clara, the scent of this lingers—like a long-forgotten memory that now only exists in a song. (perfume image source: x)

Missy!Master: Tom Ford Fucking Fabulous

As the Doctor’s main character foil, Missy’s scent would have to be very different from his but with similar elements. While lavender is also on the forefront of her scent, it’s nothing like the cozy, quiet sweetness of the Doctor’s. Missy’s scent would be loud and polarizing. The vanilla and tonka might say Mary Poppins but the leather and bitter almond scream Mistress. It’s androgynous and complex, you’ll either hate it or love it. And let’s be real, Missy would love wearing this if only for the name itself. She loves to make a statement, and what better way to do that with your perfume than to say it’s Fucking Fabulous? (perfume image source: sephora lol)

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