Tired of over emotional men and catering to their ego. Being told to make way for their flaws because I should know better?
Watching them self soothe and lick each other’s wounds to feel better is a riot

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Tired of over emotional men and catering to their ego. Being told to make way for their flaws because I should know better?
Watching them self soothe and lick each other’s wounds to feel better is a riot
Dramione Tropes! I'll honestly read almost anything and I do find these all fun even if I didn't really fill the phial. This is just what I find I gravitate to when I read! If you want the blank form and to fill out your own, check it out here!
💬 3 🔁 6 ❤️ 68 · I made a fun exercise for people to color in their favorite tropes from fanfiction! A certain theme not your cup of tea? L
I made a fun exercise for people to color in their favorite tropes from fanfiction! A certain theme not your cup of tea? Leave it empty!
Big disclaimer, of course I couldn't add or think of all the tropes you find in the fandom. These are also just the ones I happen to see often. So if you have a fave that's not listed here, I have an extra blank spot!
What is a Tilly? She is a Mipsy, a Tilly, an example of an endeared freed sassy house elf that we find in the stories basically. (I got a lot of questions as to what it was)
Please do not remove my handle from the image for credit purposes. Feel free to link me and share this! Please share with me your phials! I am desperately curious to see everyone's art work and fun.
Be respectful of each other and most of all have fun.
I need sleep
I am the chasm that spreads across your temple and seeps into your pupils. The layer The truth The quantum Behind your sight. Inexorable Majestic Lonely Loathsome Welcome to the muted disquiet coating your fingertips you leave a fluorescent trail of fingerprints most notably along your heart.
So Much! Too much
I’m tired. I’m sad. It’s 1AM. I’m drinking coffee And that’s bad. There’s so much work! There’s so much work to do. There’s so much work to be done. There’s so much work to be had! There’s so much work left. There’s so much work. There’s so much. So much. Too much.
1) dragged a friend back into Ikesen by mentioning that Sasuke (not Uchiha) Sarutobi’s route is out;
2) I am still promising bedtime stories to unruly sleepers who aren’t going to bed on time;
3) I am a hypocrite. Haven’t gone to bed before midnight in ages. Haven’t been sleeping before 2am this entire week either. 🤩 I have an excuse , though, but the excuse isn’t writing, unfortunately.
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Character: Sasuke Sarutobi
“It is quite amazing how even five centuries apart, we can enjoy the same constellation.”
It had taken some gentle prodding and determination, but you had finally convinced Sasuke to take you up the roof. Snugly nestled in his arms you didn’t have to worry for the cool of the night to get to you, or of falling down, for the ninja protected you from all, keeping you secure.
You could feel his voice vibrate in his chest, the low hum of his voice that relaxed you so drumming in beat with his heart, only for you to hear.
Sasuke’s passion for the constellations was obvious, his enthusiasm to study the nighttime even with a lack of equipment, his constant improvisations to still continue and pursue his passions despite the era. You hadn’t responded to him, too in awe you were at the scientist holding you.
“Are you asleep?” he questions softly, face turning towards you to find you staring at him instead, startling him. Blinking slowly you can tell by the blush creeping on his face that he is feeling shy, taken aback.
“Can I kiss you?” he questions suddenly, almost deadpan, but you know the amount of courage that it takes from the man to ask you this. Just as you know that there are a thousand and one other thoughts whirling in his mind.
Grinning, you push yourself up to meet his lips, leaving a cheeky peck behind as you retreated.
“Why bother asking?” you tease the man, and from the way his arms tense around you, you know that you are in trouble.
“Then,” Sasuke slowly speaks as he lifts you up in his arms, “forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
With a leap the ninja swept you off the roof you had been occupying, carrying you swiftly to his room for the day’s end.
No SLEEP!
Messages from me to you 💖
I had been looking for some amazing fanfiction, but I never expected to meet some of the coolest people in the world. I was terrified of joining the server, but Krissy was amazing and everyone was so nice. I can't even imagine what my life was like without her. - Valk
Krissy is one of the sweetest, accepting, patient people I've ever come across in this fandom. I've been in 4 different toxic servers and let me tell you: being in her server has never made me feel like shit or not included. Whenever I thought I would be ignored, someone always responded! I never felt judged. I joined her server after I was diagnosed with anxiety and I had just gone through terrible friend drama crap, and she made me feel so much better. I love you tumblr mom 🥺 I hope you are doing okay.
-emmy
I found the discord server through Emmy, who I was already following. When I first came in, I was a little worried that I wouldn't make friends, but all of them were really nice. Krissy was the first one to say hello to me, and I got up the nerve to contact her through tumblr. She's very kind, talented, and sweet and I'm glad I met her. - Snow ❄️
I first followed her when i first started my bnha investigation on Tumblr and I loved how good she is at making you feel things with her words. I joined the discord cause I thought it was a great way to make friends who liked the same fandom and I was blown away by how cool and sweet she is. - wolvesrider
So I gave birth to krissy--jk no.
Krissy, I remember I read your fanfics first before Gaby's, I never thought I would ever get to speak to you until you appeared on the discord server. And ever since, I've been very grateful to be friends with you and share laughs with you (and ofc our little family we have). MAMA LOVES YOUUUU :>
🥝💕mama kiwi
We've only known each other for, oh God is it almost a year now? Honestly, this started as a group where I can nerd out openly and thirst over Bakugou without shame. A weird outlet where strangers over the internet couldn't judge me. But I stand corrected its "wouldn't" judge me. This has been a beautiful growing community of real friends for me and I hope for you.
And as a friend I wanted to let you know your writing is impeccable. Your plot is sturdy. Your pace is steady. Your symbolism clear. Your heart true. Don't face you were made for so much more.
Venus💖
She came up on my feeds, I enjoyed her work and followed. Then forgot about her until I saw the frequent hate on my dash and decided to counter the anon-hater and now I’m here. I just really wanted to best that anon-hater.
Nemo
I just wanna say thank you so much for always being there for me, Krissy. I know things have been pretty bad for you recently, and you of all people don’t deserve any of it. I feel so lucky that I can call you one of my friends. From the absolute heartbreak you put me through reading your fics to the absolute crack you come out with just to cheer me up. I’ve had some of the craziest ideas with you and just spending the day chatting absolute nonsense about Kirishima and Bakugou! You inspire me on a daily basis to be a better writer and I hope that you continue to bless me with your incredible work. I love you so much, Jo x
It been almost a year since I met Krissy but it feels like so much longer and not that long at the same time. It’s kind of crazy because I read crimson petals back when she first published it on AO3 and absolutely loved it and it took kind of an embarrassing amount of time before I realized it was the same person that I met in the server.
And then she invited me to the server she created and...I don’t know...it felt nice to know that she thought of me when she was sending out invites and deciding on the people she wanted to help her grow this server into what it is. Which is something that I have always appreciated so so much about her. She has such a welcoming air about her and she makes you feel at home which can be hard in a place as nerve wrecking as the internet can be. She plays such a huge part in the loving environment of the server and she tries to stay positive no matter what she is facing. And that can be such a hard thing to do. To be willing to still be there and help others and stay strong even when you have so much going on in your own life.
My heart breaks when I see the hate that she gets from the trolls because she is such a good person and deserves so much better from people. She deserves all the love in the world and I love to see all the people who banded together to show how much we love and support her no matter what happens. This server that she created has turned into such an amazing and supportive place that has gotten me through some of my tough mental spots and I’m not sure where I would be without the support I can find here and I think that speaks a lot to the kinds of people that Krissy attracts. Her kind and supportive personality causes others with the same traits and values to gravitate towards her to build an amazing community that comes together in times of need to show support for each other.
All that rambling aside...Krissy. I am so thankful to you for bringing me into this community and allowing me to get to know you. You are such an amazing, bright, strong person who deserves the world. I know things are hard right now but you will make it through because you have the will and you won’t give up. And if you ever feel down and unsure, rest assured that I will always be here for you if you need it. For advice. To listen. For anything.
Holli 💖🦝
I met krissy when we joined another author’s server and bonded over katsuki and ducks and it still amazes me that it was because of horikoshi, i met sm wonderful people. I wanna thank my fav bean sensei, horikoshi and my fav british bean, Krissy, for being there when I had felt so low and when I needed a laugh. What krissy brought to my life was a rediscovered love for my craft. She had brought light with her and with her kindness, she made me feel happy and she warmed my heart up in no time. No friend before made me feel like i was validated, made me realize my self worth, helped boost my self confidence, and actually gave a damn about me. I hope I can bring her as much light as she brought into my life. We had our best and worst moments and I genuinely hope we continue (with more of the best moments ofc) as we grow into old ladies with rickety bones and rock an all-gray hairstyle and still thirsting over our beautiful husbandos. Always know that you are loved, your feelings are validated and you can always bounce back no matter what life throws at you. I’m cheering for you!!!
With love, Eri 🥺💖 and here’s my gift to you, to my soul sister who deserves all the happiness! @katsuizukiri
For our Milky Way Day Dreamer. I’m also usually full of typos..
For a friend who's having a tough time.
So, we decided to do a little challenge as a pick me up for a friend who has been feeling down. She's an amazing writer and a sweetheart.
I totally did not follow the prompt, which is drummer Bakugou. I tried to imply that he's a drummer. Please forgive me. We love you.
@katsuizukiri
Star Crossed Journey✨
His broad palms swipes up against your cheek in an attempt to tuck your hair away. The rough underside from calloused grips bristles and smushes your view. He is fire and explosions and you are a milky way day dreamer, but it's just thrumming currents now.
"What's wrong?" His voice is rumbling thunder like the music he makes.
"Nothing" you lie, shocked that he's here. More embarrassed that he's caught you hiding alone in the classroom. You play it cool, pressing the same cheek against your palm, lazily looking back out the window.
He shifts in his seat next to you. The rustling of his clothes dulled by the setting sun and impending storm gently billowing the curtains. Those palms flatten onto the desk in front of you, garnet eyes glinting something fierce in the waning light.
"Like Hell it's nothing!" He harshly whispers. It's just you two and no one will hear anyway, but somehow he obeys the quiet atmosphere.
You say nothing, trying not crumble. Don't be weak, you think. So you blink back the stars in your eyes, blink away the stardust before they litter your lashes. You look up and you let the void of black holes take their place.
"Stop that!" He actually shouts now his voice cuts through the haze of sunset like his hand shooting out to grip your wrist.
"wh-stop what?!" You sputter confused, jostled physically & metaphorically. His palms feel like molten lava coursing through his skin, it burns. You make no move to remove his hand.
He narrows his eyes and furrows his brows. "You know what I'm talking about." His grip tightens and his thumb rubs against your pulse point. Stuttering, like your words. Don't lie. His pointed gaze... judging.
Words bubble up from under his burning grip and gather in your throat. You quickly press your lips together in a frown to prevent them from flowing out. What do you know? You're so sanctimonious! Not everyone can just keep going. We're not all gifted and lucky and as privileged as you! It's not easy! I am trying!!! But the blocks just get harder and steeper and longer... And I am tired... Where is the end? You look away, ashamed or angry. You're not sure.
"Hey!" He shakes your arm, effectively deciding for you. Pissed off.
"What do you want, Bakugou!" You glare at him. Just go away! You can feel all the words brimming under the surface and yourself just hanging by a thread. The remainder of your resolve like the thin lens of a microscope.
"Look at me," there's no pretense. There's no anger, no snark, no sarcasm. He looks at you. He really looks at you. And he's asking you to do the same.
CRACK!
The heaven rips apart as lightening bisects it and the deafening boom of nearby thunder hails your crumbling defenses. You feel it crumble like the sky suddenly pelting down, like your face and your tears. You sob once and heave a shuddering sigh. And another and another.
You let it all out. All. of. it. Your tears, your hiccuping words, your nightmares, and your dreams. All the shooting stars you've made wishes upon and all the demons you've clawed and cursed. They come spilling out with every trembling breath.
He drags you into his arms roughly and pushes the back of your head into his chest. He tucks you into him, he hates coddling but he also hates your tears. He thinks he indulges you, but honestly he indulges himself just as much.
When you're done and you pull away, he looks at you again. "I know it's hard. It's not easy to get where we want to go. And... sometimes we get lost," he begins sincerely, "there isn't always an answer but it's how you rise to the occasion. Don't give up. I believe in you. I know you. " He pulls your hands into his again and gently thumbs over your pulse. "Cry, kick, scream. Don't hold back. Do it all. Do what you have to. I don't ever go down without a fight, I don't ever want you to lose that fire in your eyes." He smiles surely at you.
Your puffy red eyes and tear smudged face is a supernova across his Galaxy. Your cadence, strong and true. "We're here, now, still. Together. We have each other. We'll grow, learn, adapt, and fight another day."
What if we lived in a world where giant cats and dogs roamed the earth?
There’s even more pictures, from the second page of the link:
Never before have I so deeply wanted to live in the world of someone’s artwork. Those pictures with the human just burying their entire upper body in the floof, they speak to me on a spiritual level.
I really respect the guy that just keeps faceplanting all of the softest looking creatures. Same, dude. same.
That’s not a painting, that’s a whole-ass emotion.
Night Terror
Do you sometimes just wake unprompted from the dream, and realize you’ve just been living in a nightmare of your own making.
Lukanette Adrienette Rant
So I just naturally root for the underdog but here is why I think Luka and Marinette should happen. Even if it’s not endgame. Disclaimer: I haven’t watched all of Oblivio yet, just half. I think some things may change based off of that. Another disclaimer: I don’t dislike Adrien x Marinette, I agree that it’s probably endgame and I totally ship it too.
Marinette needs someone who loves her for her. Not that Ladybug isn’t a part of her, but it’s a persona. You can tell that Marinette’s civilian life is her primary one. And Luka prioritizes her and UPLIFTS her. Praising her. Being her ROCK when she’s down. I mean noticing her isn’t just a baseline and a minimum, but he yeah, he recognizes her and he recognizes her romantically. He doesn’t idolize her. SHE DESERVES TO BE TREATED AS A QUEEN. Also the natural chemistry they have, the noncompeting room he gives her, the ABSOLUTE LOVE he gives her right off the bat without toying around without the back and forth bull. (ZAG! PLEASE teach girls to have healthy relationships, to value themselves, to show us that love squares triangles aren’t what romance is about)
Marinette idolizes Adrien, not that she can’t get over this. But it isn’t necessarily healthy for a relationship. And if they move forward with this type of love it doesn’t give them room for growth and longterm viability. It’s definitely a relationship they can revisit when they grow more emotionally stable.
Adrien needs a lot of work. He is in love Ladybug, that isn’t bad. They are a team, and that actually goes a long way. They do share something deep and special in that, a secret not secret (since they don’t know their real identities). But Ladybug isn’t Marinette’s primary life, it’s a duty for her. That and the fact that Adrien idolizes Ladybug and pushes his feelings on to her despite the consistent rejection. Granted Marinette likes Adrien, but Chat Noir isn’t exactly Adrien despite them being the same person. Adrien comes alive when he’s Chat Noir, it’s the freedom from the oppressive lifestyle he has. He becomes a completely different person. They (the love square and Adrien’s selves) are at odds because he can’t reconcile his selves. More than anyone else, he needs to bring together his two halves before HE’S ready for anyone to enter his life and deal with the mess of his realities (and his father being Hawkmoth will definitely fuck shit up).
Done.
Me everyday.
Trash or Trash?
We have this new automated trash can at work that’s motion sensor activated. It’s right next to the door for easy access. But it also gets triggered quite easily. On some days it’s a super eager butler, like “Hi! Do you have trash? Need to throw anything out? No? Oh. Okay.” and it closes right up. On other days I’m pretty sure it’s saying, “HEY. TRASH. Please throw yourself out.”
Lukanette Week Day 2: Family
Okay, so I totally agree with @papyarts head cannon of akumatized Luka. Riff tide makes all the sense. I briefly feature him in this prompt. This prompt is through perspective of Marinette’s mother. Once again trying to understand first love through different perspectives and what it must have been like for my mom.
Although typically progressive, Marinette’s parents were surprised to meet Luka the first time, to say the least. He was nothing at all like what they pictured him: cool contrasted dyed hair, painted nails, and ripped jeans. Not what they imagined when Marinette described, “a really sweet and reliable guy,” who dotes on her and puts her first. Someone who really understands her, as they understood it.
Marinette’s father had come rushing up wielding a rolling pin at the hooligan (in general detesting boyfriends). Demanding that he step away from his precious little angel. When Luka raised a hand in hello and warmly smiled up at him, the eyes of buddha shot him through the heart. He could have sworn that there was a halo around Luka’s head (Sabine would laugh later and say it was just the sun glaring off the bakery window), he was won over in a second. Like father like daughter.