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i've been think about characters who are constantly manipulated. their choices are never their own, even if they think that they've escaped the manipulation. and then when they find out that the people they trusted have been using them and it kickstarts a villain arc...
that's the good shit.
"we never get Gray telling her to leave him alone or 'Just give me some space'..."
There you go.
It's because he's a tsundere.
https://www.tumblr.com/rieriebee/761715175843856384/translation-a-heart-to-heart-talk-yuichi?source=share
Reminder: Gray gets bothered when Lyon takes Juvia away. He even kicked Lyon once during the GMG just to get Juvia, and Gray and Juvia werenât even on the same team that time.
He wouldnât take Juvia away from Lyon or try to separate them at least twice, and look for her or even hangout with her if he saw her actions as harassment (like what you antis always claim) or if he didnât like her. Again, he's a tsundere.
And the reason why Gray likes Juvia is because of âšHiro Mashimaâš
And for the nth time, he didnât fall in love with her because of her stalking which already ended in the early seasons. He fell for her because of her good qualities.
Over a decade later, antis are still stuck in their outdated narrative.
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who canât fathom being neededâor even being wantedâ beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesnât die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and itâs their job to protect.
Characters whoâve been told thatâs why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if itâs not a legitimate job theyâve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they havenât given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who canât fathom being neededâor even being wantedâ beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesnât die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and itâs their job to protect.
Characters whoâve been told thatâs why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if itâs not a legitimate job theyâve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they havenât given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
Murderbot?
Adult children of alcoholics
I admit, some days I only come to Tumblr to read smutâŠ
Hate me, Break me, Then save me
Summary: After your fight with Jax, you try to move on and go back to normal life in the circus. Jax notices that you're growing closer to Ragatha, and sees it as a justification.
CW: THIS IS SMUT, jealous!Jax, Possesive!Jax, Female!reader, angst, kinda hate sex, DubCon, stalking, restraints, oral Fem!recieving, P in V sex, Jax is really mean to you, Choking
A/N: I read too much dark romance to write fluff, and I am too obsessed with plot to keep this short. We can pretend that that's why this took so long. I am also so sorry that I am continuing it once again. I promise it will end eventually.
so, an update on my jax angst fic that i posted a while ago. i am currently trying to update all of the fics that i currently have in progress, going in the order that i started them in, and this one is at the bottom of the list. best case scenario, you'll get it sometime this weekend.
thanks for your patience!!
I howled, a wreaking ball, and you were porcelain
Summary: Basically you're in Pomni's place during the whole fight in ep 6, and it's near the end of the fight.
CW: Fighting, hate sex, public sex, Oral male receiving, DubCon Jax is super mean to you, female reader, Y/N used, I promise I can write I'm just not great at smut, not proofread, MDNI
List of âI stillâŠâ prompts
I still smell the traces of your scent on my bedsheets; my clothes; my pillowcase
I still remember your favourite songs; the way youâd sing them out loud thinking no oneâs listening, and then getting flustered when you realised I heard you
I still remember all of your little quirks in which Iâve always found so endearing to me, but you always thought were annoyingÂ
I still remember the feel of you under my palms; every curve, every lineÂ
I still have your number memorised, like the back of my hand
I still remember your smile, the soft quirk to it. How could I not? Itâs ingrained in the back of my mind, even though I wish it wasnât
I still canât get you out of my mind even though Iâm probably long gone from yours
I still remember how youâd laugh at my jokes even though they didnât make any sense to anyone else
I still have our inside jokes kept somewhere in the back of my mind
I still remember how you taste
I still remember how you sound; your sweet voice you told me you hated when you had to listen back to it over voice recordingÂ
I still remember how youâd be there for me, through both the thick and the thinÂ
I still remember how you told me youâd always be there for me
I still remember how our love was supposed to be unconditional⊠until it wasnât
I still remember how things went down south. Where did things go wrong? I still donât really understand what happenedâŠ
I still think about you, day in, day out
I still miss you
I still want you
I still need you
And I⊠I still love you, even after all of this timeÂ
reblog if youâre a sick fuck
I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who canât fathom being neededâor even being wantedâ beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesnât die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and itâs their job to protect.
Characters whoâve been told thatâs why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if itâs not a legitimate job theyâve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they havenât given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
jumping on this one (bc bestie vibes or whatever) just to point out where the blorbo this is based on is now.
cause he gets his happy ending now
(or at least he will soon lol)
i'll reach you
characters who are self-sacrificing because they don't value their own life enough, who don't fear death as much as they fear living without their loved ones is a fun trope, lots of potential there, but- you know what else is really fun?
self-sacrificing characters who are absolutely terrified of dying. characters who desperately want to live, who have to fight every single screaming instinct in their body as they throw themselves into danger. they don't want to do this, don't want to be here. they're dragging themselves along behind their loved ones, frantically trying to get the fear to subside long enough to be useful in these situations.
but- well. if your hands are shaking too badly to hold a weapon, you're no help. if your mind is racing too rapidly to think of a good plan, you're no help.
you know what doesn't need a steady hand? throwing yourself directly into the line of fire. you know what doesn't need a sharp thought process? using yourself as the bait.
and. well. they have to help the others somehow, right? and - this? reckless self-endangerment, taking the hits and distracting the threats and taking every single risk that the others don't need to take because they all have other ways of contributing? this is all they can do. they're convinced that is is all they can do for their loved ones, so- they may be on the verge of a breakdown every single time, they may be sick with anxiety at the thought of not making it back this time-
but. if this is the one thing they can do, the one way they can help? they're going to do it. of course they are.
so they just. keep. doing it.
bonus points if they can't quite shake the worry that they're being selfish by wanting to be safe, wanting to stop doing this, wanting to live.
bonus bonus points if their friends/teammates would literally fall to pieces without them, but not for any practical reason, just- that's a person who's absolutely inextricable from the lives of everyone around them. losing them would be one of the most devastating things imaginable for these people. no one here wants them pulling self-sacrificial stunts, no one here wants them taking those risks.
something about characters who've always wanted to live; their arc is realizing that they're allowed to. the gradual process by which the truth finally sinks in: they don't need to do this. their worth does not hinge on what they offer. accept the hand extended to you. step down from the sacrificial altar. your unsteady return to the ground was never going to be met with a condemnation. you have always had a place here.
so my friend and i are making dinner, and we have a running bit where we pretend to spray each other with a spray bottle (like we're cats) and so he found one.
and this guy goes, "i'm pretty sure this is water", after spraying it on his hand and smelling it and shit. then he looks me dead in the eyes, and sprays it in his mouth and says "it's water."
and i fucking lose it. i'm like, "this is just like that text post where it's like, 'is this perfume or alcohol?'"
and he looked at me confused, and i asked him if he'd seen it, AND HE HADN'T
so i explained it to him, and he also lost it, and agreed with me, but i thought the post was common knowledge. like is it not???