DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE 2024 | dir. Shawn Levy (Clip)

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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE 2024 | dir. Shawn Levy (Clip)
“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”
— Unknown
“There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.”
— Elizabeth Berg
there is so so much liberation in letting go though.
The one who loves the moon, still loves it when it is not in the sky, when it might not be in front of their eyes. The love is still there.
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I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.
(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)
The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.
So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.
I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.
First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?
And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:
Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.
Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.
I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!
Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.
Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).
Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.
So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.
They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.
I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.
Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.
Predatory publishers trying to make money on your fanfiction WITHOUT GIVING ANY TO YOU.
Please read this.
Beware to authors everywhere.
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i want to live in the peaceful feeling you get underwater where everything sounds softer and the lights are all tinged blue and the world feels silky and light and surreal
Oh to live this life … ♡
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if a girl tried to sacrifice me to the old gods that would be totally fine and I would submit but if a guy did that I would fight back a little
unless he was really hot I guess (the god or the guy)
in which case it is appropriate to fight back for homoerotic reasons
Not me, I’m a pacifist. I just make sad pathetic little noises while he strikes me and look up at him with my honest big brown eyes. He knows he killed a good man and it punishes him more than any physical harm I could do to him.
ohhhh if you hit him with that 🥺 hard enough he'll never land the killing blow
I’m so patheticcore. I’m such a poor little meow meow.
any decent man would take u in and nurse u back to health under the patronage of the old gods he once foolishly believed he could bring himself to sacrifice u to
(he doesn’t know I am loved by all of the gods and by showing me clemency he saved himself from all manner of ills and perils)
What the fuck are you two talking about
homoerotic failed human sacrifice
in a swamp
or in a bog
there’s nothing finer
than a frog 🐸
in the mud
or by the road
there’s nothing slicker
than a toad!!
in a shoe
or in a boot
there’s nothing neater
than a newt!
in the moss
or in a pail
there’s nothing dearer
than a snail 🐌
By the lamp
Or on a cloth
There’s nothing sweeter
than a Moth!
In the grass
By the lake
There is nothing sneakier
Than a snake 🐍
when you
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You're a little obsessed with yourself, aren't you?
well no one else is gonna do it
Kinktober Day 25
gargoyle!fatgum
☠️ warning(s): 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, sexual content, bdsm (?), sex toys, rough sex, crying, pushing limits, overstimulation, asphyxiation, mentions of fem-dom, dry cum but make it female.
☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.
☠️ words: .9k [3 minutes, 50 seconds].
☠️ read more: kinktober(uary) | part one | flf
☠️ summary: Tai was always on the receiving end of wearing the collar. how good did it feel to be have it on you for a change?
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BNHA you sleep walk/talk 2
Summary: You have a tendency to talk or walk in your sleep, it never really bothered your boyfriend, if you wandered off in your sleep he’d just follow you to make you don’t get harmed and take you back to bed, or if you talk in your he’d humor you as he found it hilarious! but tonight was different… this night you seemed to channel something paranormal and it scares you boyfriend shitless.
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Shoto: He was woken up at around 4 in the morning by you sitting up, Shoto was expecting you to get up start walking or start talking about how cats were hoarding pogo-sticks in the shed or something…. But instead when Shoto rolled over he was met with you staring intently into the hallway almost glaring. “What are you looking at?” he hummed eyes squinting trying to see what had attention. “Shh… She’s listening.” You whispered “Y/n, who’s in the hallway?” Shoto asked now fully awake thinking someone was in the house. “The lady in the purple night gown” you hummed still asleep your husbands brow furrowed confused, maybe you really were dreaming and he was just being paranoid?
Just then Shoto felt a chill go down his spine when he saw the hallway light flickering, he watched petrified as a frail old woman in a purple nightgown ambled passed the bedroom and continue down the hall towards the guest room, then the lights stopped, Shot carefully crept out of bed and looked from where the woman came from which was a noting but a wall… Which unnerved him even more as he tried figure out if it was quirk… or. “Don’t be silly Shoto ghosts don’t exist.” he hissed to himself before following where the old woman had gone, only to find nothing…
Shoto checked everywhere in the house and even outside, but there was no sign of the old woman. “That’s not possible…” he muttered not understanding what was happening, that old woman looked severely emaciated and had limp there was no possible way she could’ve ran out of the house so quickly! That what you woke up to that was Shoto with a pot of coffee and chalkboard a layout of the house with a bunch of sticky notes scattered around. One yellow on the hall near your bedroom. [Entry point?} and three pinks marked [possible exits.] on the kitchen/backdoor, hallway window, Crawl space??? the peppermint haired man took a sip of his coffee then noticed you staring at him.
“Shoto? what heck is all this?” you asked warily while looking at the board perturbed, Your husband told you about your episode last night and described the old woman in the hall, and how she escaped nd you went pale, you rushed went to a closet pulled out a middle school year book and showed Shoto a picture of School’s librarian! “This was Mrs. Ike… there’s no way you could’ve seen her last night.” You told him this used to be her house and that she’s been dead for ten years! Needles to say Shoto had new outlook on the supernatural that day.
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Fatgum-Taishiro: Fatgum had woken up for midnight snack when he noticed you weren’t in bed. “Y/n…dumpling?” he called out before yawning and looking around, he hummed looking around the dimly lit room not seeing you anywhere he assumed you went to bathroom and made his way to the kitchen but as he was walking through the living room, he saw you standing in front of the storage closet, where you’ve apparently barricaded the door with a heavy trunk that doubled as the coffee table, and curtain rod.
Taishiro was very confused by the by the whole thing until he remembered you slept walked and vaguely wondered if you were having another zombie plague dream? which would explain the barricade he was about take you back to bed when you suddenly whispered. “The one upstairs can never come out!” Your fiancé’s brows furrowed incredulously and was gonna ask what does that mean?
When the door started rattling! followed by a woman screaming in anger! Taishiro jumped back yanking you behind him, which snapped you awake, needless to say you were scared shitless watching the door rattling and hearing a woman screaming and cursing like rabid animal both of you were staring stunned before you snapped out of it and called the police.
The “One upstairs” turned out to be a forty year old housewife who been missing for two weeks, She had a closeted obsession with Fatgum and had made up an entire relationship with the blond hero, and when she heard about his engagement to someone else the woman got jealous and snapped, for those two weeks she’s been living in the tiny crawlspace above the storage closet, apparently planning “rescue” Taishiro from your poisoned grasp? she had everything she needed for the crime with her, an axe, rubber gloves and garbage bags, bleach etc.. and planned to do it while Taishiro gone, apparently she heard him wake up and assumed it was morning and made her move only to fine the door blocked.
When Tai and the cops asked you how you knew she was up there. You insisted that you didn’t this was all huge coincidence or some other force at work! “Look all I know is that I had dreams that aliens were attacking the house, one got in by the attic and the only why to it up there was to barricade the door! I seriously didn’t know that lady was in there!” The cops looked at you oddly before your fiancé explained your sleep disorder. After this incident both you and Taishiro were looking for a new home, and serious about investing in security cameras!
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Kirishima x Reader x Bakugou: “Baku…Yo, Baku wake up man!” Kirishima hissed shaking Katsuki violently the blonde growled as his red eyes glared at the clock next to the bed then at his male lover. “Shitty hair it is three in the morning…” he snarled if looks could kill, but Eijirou didn’t even flinch he just looked outside the bedroom with this freaked out look. “Y/n’s in the hall…” Katsuki frowned annoyed that he’d been woken up cos their girlfriend had wandered off in her sleep again! “Then go get her!” the blond huffed laying back down, but the redhead wouldn’t let him! “I can’t!” now Katsuki was getting more agitated! “What do you mean you can’t? just hold her hand or somethin-” Kirishima cut him off. “No, you don’t get it! I physically can’t move her, it’s like her feet are superglued to the floor!?” The Blond turned to look at him and saw Eijirou’s nervous face redhead was dead serious…
They both left the bedroom to find you still standing in the hall with this blank express just starring at the end of the hall, immediately Katsuki felt a chill go down his spine as his watched Kirishima try pushing and picking you up, but it was like some kind of invisible was keeping you pinned to that spot! “Don’t stare Katsuki help me!” The blond went over to he tried pulling while Kirishma pushed, but you would not budge! they tried talking, tickling you, pinching you! but you were like a statue!
Until Katsuki set off a small explosion, that did the trick! as you awoke to your ears ringing and pissed! You were about to snap at the blond for blowing up the bed! when you noticed you weren’t in the bed. instead you were standing in the hallway and your boyfriends were looking at you genuinely scared and concerned.
But before you could what ask what was going on?, saw the lights in the kitchen were flickering followed by the sound of the pots being thrown and doors slamming, making the three of you jump as the activity got worse, The tv turned on it’s own channels changing rapidly, the lights started flicking in the bedroom! then a picture frame flew off the wall nearly hitting you!
That was enough for the guys as Kirishima threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he and Bakugou ran for the front door, luckily the three of you keep your wallets and keys in a bowl by the door! Katsuki opened the door letting You and Kirishima go passed him first, before he slammed the door shut, the three of you piled into the car and drove away into night! Never to come back until it was time to move your stuff out!