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♡ I hope you're well! ☆ (~ 26 years old, and HAPPILY taken by @ooad009 ~) -NSFW Posts Sometimes-

[you-are-forever-special]

Yo. ♡

My story:

Tenacious Me

A strangely unique girl is just trying to make it in her own world... As well as others? Follow along on her adventures...

Search up "Taiga" on my blog if you want to find more about her!

If you want to know anything else about me, etc, just ask. I'm pretty outgoing~!

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[you-are-forever-special]

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[alhaethams]

REKI & SINNOH :

we stated that we would move on from this situation , but this is getting fucking ridiculous now . just make a statement , own up to everythin wrong you did , apologise and move the fuck on . WHY is that so hard for you to do ? shutting down cc isnt going to do anything , because youll move onto a new server and continue your behaviour in there . that " someone " in your message reki , is sinnoh . instead of crying , and pissing yourself over what we have said , talk to sinnoh and get him to admit what he did . blaming us , blaming everyone else and lying to cover yourself is not going to help you . we will let this go if you admit to what happened and if sinnoh admits to what he did to us , to his "" partner "" ( victim ) , and to what he did to other staff members . you know what the fuck you did . maybe you should talk to sinnoh , shouldnt you reki ? if theres no " proof " or " evidence " about anything , maybe you should talk to the guy who brought all of this up to begin with . the guy who was originally sharing proof , the guy who STARTED these allegations made about you . you know what he , himself , has done , dont you ? grooming people and using their mental health in ways to physically harm them ? blackmailing people ? threatening people ? believing in endogenic rhetoric even though you trusted him to manage system issues ?

just be an adult and dress things , yeah ? you and sinnoh already called off the doc because youre both too scared and nervous to actually say the truth . the longer you push this off and the longer you dance around it like children instead of look through our documents and contronting sinnoh with what he has done , the quicker we will let this go .

how dare you , and sinnoh , hurt people but do nothing to apologise for your actions . you have both hurt people , genuinely hurt people , scared people and damaged people due to the things you have done . instead of being adults , owning up to what you have both done , moving on with your lives and seeking help , youre going to hide and run like children ? this will stick with you if you dont apologise . sinnoh , you picked the wrong mother fucker to tell this information to , because until you apologise for what you have done i will never shut up about you because you fucking hurt me , my friends and COUNTLESS other people .

sinnoh , you can block anyone who doesnt drop to their knees and suck you off because your manpulation attempts fail you ; people are getting fucking sick and tired of you . wake the fuck up , both of you .

[alhaethams]

by the way , we were not the only ones we were told information to . sinnoh made a group chat with MULTIPLE other staff members that he then invited us to . the staff members know who they are and i am VERY positive they can verify my statements , my claims and everything we have said about sinnoh as they were there to witness it themselves . do not lie , sinnoh . there are also people still in that group chat , that can verify its existence . that can verify what you said and what you did ; there are screenshots from that groupchat that we still have a hold on . hell , ill even drop some examples for you !

i wonder what was said in that last screenshot , huh sinnoh ? stop hiding behind reki and grow the fuck up , you are older than us , older than him . " i cant believe sakri is 19 theyre so immature " i cant believe youre twenty years fucking old grooming and using peoples mental health against them whilst blackmailing and threatening others . stop manipulating people , stop twisting the story . why would you do that when there are so , so many people to back up our claims ? people who dont even get along with us can back up what happened . make a document admitting to your disgusting behaviour . what you did to some of the staff was genuinely , GENUINELY so fucking disgusting and appalling . ILLEGAL , even . i want to address reki too : even if you do not like us , the best thing you could do is to apologise or publically address everything surrounding your name too , the misconceptions and the miscommunications that were spread by sinnoh himself . we have been in talks with an ex staff member who has helped us feel a lot differently about what we were fed about you . sinnoh miscommunicated to us about you and fed us misinformation to have us believe you were a bad person . not only that , but the ableist comment you make ; you worked on that with redacted and sinnoh , BOTH of which are fucking horrible people . i want an apology for that , i really do . we do not want to believe that you are intentially a nasty person ; not anymore . we want you to think for yourself , to have an opinion of your own and to be honest about what you think happened . we want you to move on and get the help that you , clearly , so badly and desperately need . we have screenshots upon screenshots of things sinnoh has done , and i beg you to look through our documents properly and think of how manipulative and how evil sinnoh has been .

[kiri-777]

a cute couple^_^

[chloenadine]

We’re always together, okay? Even when we’re apart. We’re still Max and Chloe.

I will always, always love you.

[life-is-hella-pricefield]

I think Max and Chloe are a balance. 

Without Max, Chloe spins too much. She is crazy, careless, fearless and sometimes she needs to stop and think about her actions. Max helps her to be more cautious.

Without Chloe, Max is shy and lonely. Chloe helps her to be more daring and brave. 

In addition, Max lacks a bit of self-esteem and Chloe tries to compensate it saying quotes like: “you just have to stop being afraid”, “you are the most talented person I’ve ever known”, “you’re a ninja”, “the amazing SpiderMax”, “you’re my hero”… 

Each one is the balance of the other.

If one of the two is missing, the balance is decompessed.

[eytballin]

This is what Max’s HAPPINESS looks like.

(And it’s only reserved for Chloe fuckin’ Price)

[inquisitor-moomoo]

[from @geekremix‘s stream of LIS episode 5]

[laliserys]

[teethmeats]

Before the storm posting…. Amberprice posting…. Lifeiststrangeposting….

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Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Final Round

Senshi (Dungeon Meshi)

Ryland Grace (Project Hail Mary)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Voting ended onJul 20

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

[mimosa-sex-tea-people-contrsf]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Semifinals (2/3)

Gomez Addams (The Addams Family)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)

Voting ended onJul 13

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

[sleekervae]

NSFW Alphabet - Clark Kent

Masterlist

A/N: Oof… I did a bad thing. I'm going to see this movie on Friday finally, but I couldn't wait. I was feeling a type of way, not enough to write a full piece but just enough to get my tension out. I’m gonna go to hell now – bye!

Warnings: smut (like -- read the title lol)

A = Aftercare Clark doesn’t just do aftercare. He worships it. He’s still inside you, and his forehead is resting against yours, breath ragged, voice a husky murmur: "You okay, sweetheart? Did I hurt you? God, you felt so good." His hands are everywhere—smoothing your hair back, skimming your waist, tracing lazy circles over your thighs like he can’t bear to stop touching you. He wraps his arms around you like a human blanket, lets you fall asleep with your head on his chest, and will not move—even if a building collapses outside.

B = Body Part On himself: His hands. Big, rough-palmed, deceptively gentle. He loves the way they look spread over your thighs, holding your hips still while you writhe under him. On you: Your neck and the line of your shoulders. He’ll mouth at your throat until you’re shivering, leave a trail of wet kisses down your collarbone, groaning low in his chest when you arch into him. He especially loves the spot just beneath your jaw—the one that makes you gasp every time.

C = Cum He’s obsessed with how you feel wrapped around him, clenching when you're close, crying out his name. Finishing with you is intense—his muscles locked, his voice rough in your ear, thrusts going ragged as he bares his teeth and pours himself into you. He’ll collapse over you afterward, still kissing your temple like he’s trying to anchor himself. He prefers to finish inside, slow and deep—watching your body twitch and tremble around him.

D = Dirty Secret Clark has… thoughts. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he imagines bending you over the kitchen counter, one hand over your mouth to muffle the noises he pulls from you. Or fucking you against the window at night, just to see your reflection. He would never act on it without your okay, but if you ever whispered "Don’t hold back,"—he’d ruin you in the most reverent way imaginable.

E = Experience He’s not a player, but don’t mistake him for clueless. Clark is attentive. Precise. Devastating. He watches the way your breath catches when he kisses your stomach, learns what makes your thighs tremble. If you moan when he bites your breast, he’ll do it again, slower. Deeper. He’s generous to a fault, patient even when he’s desperate, and by the time he’s inside you—you’ll feel everything he’s been holding back.

F = Favorite Position Missionary—with your knees hooked around his waist, his hands pinning yours above your head, his mouth pressed to your ear so he can whisper exactly how good you feel. He loves seeing you come undone beneath him, watching your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts slow and deep, dragging against every spot that makes you whimper. It’s intimate. Intense. Absolutely filthy when he makes it so.

G = Goofy He can’t help smiling when you laugh or squirm in a cute way. He’s not always serious—he’ll tease, murmur something that makes your cheeks burn, or pretend to be casual as he flips you over and grinds in deep. But when you’re breathless, begging, shaking under him? His teasing goes out the window. Then he’s focused—driven, even—and you’ll get the version of Clark who doesn’t let up until you’re ruined.

H = Hair Clean-cut with just enough scruff when he hasn’t shaved. There’s a light dusting of chest hair he’ll let you tug when he’s above you, and he keeps himself trimmed where it counts. If you run your hands down his stomach and lower—he’ll growl. And then go still. And then flip you over like it's a game he just decided to win.

I = Intimacy Clark makes love like he means it. His hands never stop moving, even when he’s deep inside you—palming your hip, cupping your jaw, holding your hand against his chest so you can feel his heart race. He tells you everything he’s feeling without words, but when he does speak—“You’re everything. You’re perfect. I'll take care of you.”—you’ll feel it in your spine. He doesn’t just want you in bed. He wants you.

J = Jack Off He does it with restraint—unless he’s been away from you too long. Then it’s desperate. Sloppy. He’ll fuck his fist to the thought of your mouth, your voice, the way you sound when you moan his name. If you’ve left behind something lacy? He’ll lose his goddamn mind. And afterward, flushed and panting, he’ll curse himself for not waiting—but do it again the next night anyway.

K = Kink Clark’s not kinky in a flashy way, but he absolutely has a thing for power play—yours, not his. He loves it when you climb into his lap and take what you want. When you tug on his tie and say, "Sit still, Clark." He’ll grip the sheets hard enough to tear them, muscles straining because he’s trying so hard to behave, even as you ride him slow, taunting. He also has a possessive streak that simmers just under the surface—one whispered “mine” in your ear and you’re gone.

L = Location Clark’s favorite place to have you is the bedroom, slow and thorough with the door locked and the world shut out. But he’s also had you in the Fortress, in the shower with steam fogging the glass, and once—once—in the Daily Planet supply room during an after-hours rainstorm. He tried to be quiet, really he did, but the way you bit down on his shoulder to stay silent? He came harder than he meant to. He still thinks about it every time he walks past the copier.

M = Motivation You. Your scent, your laugh, the sound of your breath hitching when he touches your waist. If you so much as look at him with bedroom eyes, he’s done for. He’s especially vulnerable when you’re wearing his clothes—when you’re curled up in his flannel, bare legs tucked under you, and he can tell you’re not wearing anything underneath. That’s the kind of thing that has him slowly walking toward you, voice rough, saying, “You trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

N = No Clark is deeply respectful and extremely consent-focused. If you say “no,” it’s done. No questions, no pressure, just immediate softness. He’ll hold you, stroke your back, kiss your temple and murmur “Thank you for telling me.” He’s also aware of his strength and is always hyper-conscious of your safety, even when he’s desperate. He needs to know you want this as much as he does—every second.

O = Oral (Giving/Receiving) Clark loves giving. He could stay between your thighs forever, holding you open with those strong hands, groaning like a man starving while he devours you. He doesn’t just eat you out—he worships you. Licks you slow, then fast, then slow again just to feel you fall apart. Your hands in his hair make him moan. And when you cry out, thighs shaking around his head, he keeps going until you’re sobbing his name. Receiving? He’ll watch you drop to your knees and forget how to breathe. He’ll lean back, lips parted, trying not to thrust into your mouth even though every nerve in his body is screaming. But if you look up at him while you suck him down? He’ll be growling your name in seconds, fingers twisting in your hair like he’s about to lose his mind.

P = Pace Clark can go slow—aching, drawn-out thrusts that make you feel every inch. But when he’s really turned on, when your nails are dragging down his back and you’re begging him not to stop—he doesn’t. He pounds into you, deep and relentless, muscles trembling as he holds himself back just enough not to break the bed. He’s precise when he fucks—he’ll find that spot inside you that makes you arch, and he’ll hit it again and again until your voice is wrecked.

Q = Quickie He’ll never say no to a quickie if you initiate. And you can always tell when he’s trying to play it cool—like when you straddle him on the couch, grind just once, and he bites his lip like a man in crisis. You whisper, “We have ten minutes,”and he groans, hands already under your shirt. He’ll keep you against the wall or lift you right off your feet, thrusting fast, kissing you like it’s oxygen. And he’ll whisper after, “We’re finishing that tonight.”

R = Risk Clark is a rule-follower. But you? You’re chaos in human form. He tries to keep things private, respectable. But when you pull him into the Planet’s elevator and kiss him breathless during the descent, he’s just a man in love—weak for you, willing to risk everything if it means getting five more minutes of your body, your mouth, your nails in his shoulders. And you’d better believe he’s fantasized about you in the suit. Riding him while he’s still wearing it? That might break him.

S = Stamina He’s Superman. Let’s be real. You’re the one who taps out first. One orgasm? He’ll give you three. Back-to-back? No problem. He’s insatiable when it comes to you—can go for hours, if you want, slow and sweet or absolutely feral. The only thing that stops him is when you go boneless and bliss-drunk, whispering, “Baby. I can’t take anymore.”And even then—he kisses your wrist and murmurs, “Just one more. Let me feel you one more time.”

T = Toys He’s not opposed. Especially not when you bring it up, biting your lip and asking if he’d ever use one on you. The next night, he’s got one in hand—sleek, charged, held like a weapon as he whispers, “Tell me what you want. Ask nicely.” He’s obsessed with watching you fall apart under the vibration, murmuring filth while you writhe against the sheets. Toys aren’t a substitute for his touch—they’re foreplay. And once you're crying out his name? He takes over.

U = Unfair

Clark is the king of pretending to be patient. He’ll play the long game, act unbothered while you squirm in his lap or under his gaze—until the moment you beg. Then he’ll grin, kiss the corner of your mouth, and say something like, “Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” He doesn’t tease for cruelty, just for the reward of watching you unravel. He loveswhen you lose your composure for him.

V = Volume

He’s not loud, but the sounds he makes will wreck you. That deep, barely-there groan when he pushes into you? The low growl in his throat when he loses rhythm for a second because it feels too good? Forget it. He’ll say your name like a prayer, over and over, whispered against your skin, rougher the closer he gets. You’ll hear him in your bones.

W = Wild Card

Clark has a voyeur streak. It's not overt or dirty—it’s reverent. He likes watching you—undress, stretch, lounge around the apartment—he’ll pause mid-task just to take it in. During sex? He lives for mirror angles, open windows, half-drawn curtains. It's less about risk, more about seeing all of you from every angle and imprinting it to memory.

X = X-ray

Let’s get straight to it: he’s big. Like, stretch-you-out, make-you-clench-the-sheets, leave-you-sore-in-the-best-way big. Thick, heavy, the kind of length that makes you pause the first time and wonder if it’s physically possible. (Spoiler: it is. Barely. He goes slow. Reverent. Like he’s afraid he’ll ruin you.)

And he knows it, too—he’s not cocky, but the way you moan when he slides in? The way your breath hitches just at the sight of him? It wrecks him. He’ll brush his thumb over your lip, murmuring “Still want it?” like he doesn’t already know the answer.

As for the actual X-ray vision? He could use it to sneak a peek under your clothes—but he doesn’t. Not unless you ask. And when you do, just to tease him, he stutters, blushes, then breathes your name like it’s a prayer. The idea alone gets him embarrassingly hard. But the truth is? He'd still rather peel your clothes off with his hands. Slowly. Worshipfully. Every single time.

Y = Yearning

Clark is a romantic. He aches for you. He'll think about your skin on his during a press conference. He'll miss the sound of your laugh mid-fight with a villain. He doesn’t just crave sex—he craves connection. He’s the type to come home, pull you in by the waist, kiss your shoulder, and whisper, “God, I missed you.” Even if he saw you twelve hours ago.

Z = Zzz

He doesn’t fall asleep right away. He wraps himself around you—like a literal weighted blanket—and listens to your heartbeat, his own gradually slowing to match. He likes to talk in those post-sex moments: soft confessions, silly questions, little kisses. If you doze off mid-sentence, he’ll just smile, brush the hair from your face, and whisper, “Goodnight, my love.”

[mimosa-sex-tea-people-contrsf]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 5 Part 1

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Mr. Ant Tenna (Deltarune)

Voting ended onJul 6

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

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What do you wanna do today? I dunno what do you wanna do today?

From “Life of Crime”

[snow-driven]

[moetshander]

if anyone needs/wants paint tool SAI or cant afford it or whatever

I uploaded the one I use with preset brushes and textures with transparency ur welcome

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and for mac users; http://pelsky.deviantart.com/art/PaintTool-SAI-For-Mac-OS-X-Now-For-10-9-10-10-283019016