much reality very fantasy

i was 20 a couple of yrs ago

[reptile-ruler]

Sometimes a guy in a fanfiction has the ability to read someone's gaze with the same level of detail a wine taster can taste the wine

[reptile-ruler]

"He glared at him with anger in his eyes, but behind that longing and sorrow over things left unsaid, a subtle but desperate yearning for things to be different, and with just a hint of roasted nuts right at the end."

[zenii-909]

MASHLE doodles

[mashleverse]

RAYNE AMES, THE DIVINE VISIONARY WHO LOVES BUNNIES ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎

Mashle: Magic and Muscles Episode 10 - Mash & Rayne

[masterqifrey]

MASHLE (2023) • RAYNE AMES created by koumoto hajime

[m-kyunie]

"And I had nothing to believe in Every month another accusation Only thing I'm phobic of is failing"

- snowchild [the weeknd]

[weaver-z]

are u gender identity? i mean u clearly have a puss but is it like a he/they situation

I deadass don’t know how to respond this is the funniest thing I’ve ever read

[asundergrowth]

come on bro are you gender identity or not

[windows5]

[just-shower-thoughts]

Considering caffeine is a drug, cafes and coffee shops are drug dealers.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

How to show emotions

Part I

How to show annoyance

slightly shaking their head

rolling their eyes

looking to the side

closing their eyes for a moment

sighing

taking a deep breath

clucking their tongue

huffing

crossing their arms in front of their chest

tapping their foot

How to show hurt

turning away

avoiding eye contact

closing eyes

lips pressed together

eyes filled with tears

breathing deeply

How to show anger

clenching their fists

pressing their lips on each other

breathing loudly through their nose

eyes getting smaller

clenching their teeth

clenching their jaw

looking away to calm themselves

speaking with clenched teeth

whole body is tense

screaming

throwing things around

stomping

moving around a lot, can’t keeping still

open body language, like they are ready to attack

frown wrinkles on their forehead

prominent veins

grabbing someone they are angry with to get them to understand why they are angry

becoming violent

non-stop talking, ranting

shaking their head

throwing their arms in the air

eyes either going from one point to another while ranting or completely fixating on the person they are angry with

How to show excitement

jumping up and down

not being able to stand still

clapping their hands

bright eyes

grinning

squealing

giggling

flushed face

bouncing

dilated pupils

tapping their foot

How to show boredom

biting nails

leg bouncing

sighing

playing with everything close by

twiddling your thumbs

spinning around

grumbling

staring into the distance

propping your head on your hand

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[gothish]

i support abortion because some of you should have been aborted

[mostlyinthemorning]

I kind of suck at tagging, so I made this infographic to help make it easier.

[alex51324]

Hey, thanks for making this!  I’ve never struggled with what to put in tags on my fic, but I’ve never been systematic about it, either–I just kind of put whatever.

The categories seem like a really useful way to think about it–not every fic will necessarily have something for each category, but it’s a good framework for either thinking of things to put, or making sure you don’t skip things that would be good to put.  

[vegas-everywhere-we-are]

Image description: Tags are Tricky…a quick and dirty guide

1 Canon How does it relate to canon? Alternative Universe Canon Compliant Canon Divergence Crossover Fix-it-Fic Future Fic Missing Scenes & Codas Pre-canon/Backstory

2 Format Is it something other than a story? 5+1 Things Art Dialogue-Only Epistolary Online & Social Media Podfic Poetry Songfic Texting

3 Tone How does it make you feel? Angst Crack Fluff Humor Hurt/Comfort Smut and PWP Whump

4 Relationship Describe the relationship Platonic Coming Out, Families, Friendship, Siblings Getting Together Amnesia, Body Swap, Childhood Friends, Different First Meeting, Drunken Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Huddling for Warmth, Meet-Cute, Miscommunication, Road Trips, Roommates, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Trapped in Elevator PG-13 Cuddling, First Kiss, Kissing and Making out Sexy Times ABO, Dirty Talk, First Time, Kink, Roleplay, Sex Pollen, Sexting and Phone Sex, Voyeurism Commitment Arranged Marriage, Established Relationship, Honeymoons, Infidelity, Jealousy, Kid Fic, Long Distance Relationship, Pregnancy, Weddings & Proposals

5 Theme What is the theme? Activities and Interests Baking and Cooking, Camping, Celebrations, Crafts and Hobbies, Drinking or Getting High, Fashion, Holidays, Pets, Piercings and Tattoos, Religion, Sports, Theater and Dance, Yoga Adaptions Fairy Tales, Historical, Reality Show, TV/Movie/Book/Adaption Character Driven Anxiety and Mental Health, Introspection, Queer Themes Jobs Artist, Celebrities, Crimes and Suspense, Firefighters, Lifeguards, Media and Journalism, Medical, Military, Musiscians, Pilots, Retails, Royality, Teachers Other worldly Apocalypse, Faries, Ghosts, Magic and Fantasy, Parallel Universe, Sci-fi, Shapeshifters, Superheros, Supernatural, Tentacles, Time Travle, Vampires, Witches, Zombies Places Bookstores & Libaries, Coffee Shops & Restaurants, College, Flower Shops, High School, Summer Camp, Wineries

Note: These are examples, not a definitive list, but I hope the categories are useful" end Image description

[veryfunnymemes]

[i-cant-make-a-good-name]

[dandy-boi-ftm]

The best part is the fact that out of the two of them Martha Stewart was the one who went to prison.

[shadowkat678]

Wait…what?

[2fngrsin]

Wiiiiild. He did commit murder (in self defense - no judging) and America‘s Best Housewife was sent to jail because of insider trading, securities fraud, obstruction of justice and conspiracy. This is wiiiiiild 😄😄😄

[skrytch]

[brunhiddensmusings]

also he has every right to make fun of kanye west considering snoop has had a successful career for about two decades including his own cookbook and appearing in movies whereas kanye is a flat earther who had to crowdfund another album because he ran out of money despite kim kardashian being with him, not having the money to produce another album should be the metric when you know you can tell a musician has failed somewhere in either money management or actually being a musician rather then a famous trainwreck

[sunshine-tattoo]

snoop dogg is a good man who loves cooking, nature, and supporting the dreams of young children in poverty. kanye west helped get trump elected.

[brunhiddensmusings]

seriously though check out his cookbook its beautiful

and filled with lgiht humor, legit cooking, and charming life stories

[nevercure]

Whenever I think about snoop I remember that episode of cribs where he lived in an unusually modest house compared to everyone else on that show, spent the entire time with his young daughter hugging onto his leg and dragging her around as he walked. He even talked about how he didn’t want his kids to be musicians and that he just wants them to have a chance at a normal life / he doesn’t wish music career drama on anyone

The dude is mega down to earth for having a networth of 135 million dollars and staying relevant for longer than some of the top charting musicians have been alive

[brunhiddensmusings]

he says he keeps a supply of poptarts in the house for his nieces/nephews and grandkids but admits theyre really for him and then goes on to discuss what selection of condiments your fridge should have to jazz up leftover takeout hes one of the most thoroughly human humans ive ever known of

[owengrose]

Doesn’t he also coach football for kids, and stops smoking during the season to set a good example for the kids?

[bossymarmalade]

all these people going on about how Hozier is the peak representation of musical soft masculinity when Snoop has been out here rocking the smoothest braids and most hype manicures for decades

[stelamaris]

[unamedwatcher]

Have you seen his Planet Earth voiceover video? It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. Man knows nothing about otters

[randomslasher]

Plizzanet Earth is a joy. Here’s the playlist:

[ironwoman359]

Why has no one ever told me about Plizzanet Earth oh my god

[holykryptonitekitten]

Snoop is legit; don’t come for him. 

[nuggsmum]

He also did an episode of Storybots and my kids adore the computer man. Which is wild to me. Cuz I remember gangster rap Snoop. And we love and support Snoop in this house.

[ijustwannagobacktosleep]

Love him, great man

[fanwithoutaplan]

plizzanet earth

[prismatic-bell]

Hozier is the peak of good white masculinity. Snoop is the peak of good Black masculinity, and on top of what Hozier does, Snoop adds something a lot of Black children never get to see—you can be a man, you can have “cred,” you can be cool, and also know how to make cookies. (Hozier is great, but he’s never been cool a day in his life and he freely admits this. The two of them have very different kinds of good masculinity both culturally and personally.)

There’s this idea—and the tweet opening this thread exemplifies it—that being “gangsta” means being self-absorbed, materialistic, and violent. Snoop is just like “nah, I have bling and street talk and I’m higher than a kite and also I love my kids and cooking and FUCK your toxic masculinity,” and that’s an important message. You can have the look, if you like the look, but you don’t have to be a stereotype to have the look.

[anastasian-dreamer]

“You can have the look, if you like the look, but you don’t have to be a stereotype to have the look.”

I don’t think anyone has ever said that better.

[dearmanjiro-deactivated20230927]

Inside Where He Belongs

SYNOPSIS: Mikey loves being inside you.

content warnings: MDNI! mikey x f!reader, fluff, established relationship, smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie

You knew this from the beginning, from the very first time the tension became too much and you ended up naked, somehow, with him between your thighs and thrusting home. He had merely held himself there for a moment before the shock had worn off and he began to move.

There are still moments like that. Moments where he just stops, his cock buried fully inside you, bottomed out and stretching you full, and he closes his eyes, and the frown of concentration on his face is beautiful.

You ask him about it, maybe the fourth or fifth time you make love, when he does it again, freezing in place; he doesn't even bother to breathe. But he does open his eyes and look at you, and a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his lips, a smile you kiss away with yours.

"You feel warm," he tells you, his naturally smoky voice a raspy whisper that lodges somewhere in your primordial, animal brain and makes you shiver. "Warm, and wet, and soft—and alive."

The last word he punctuates with a grind of his hips, not quite a thrust, but enough to move him within you, to give you some of the friction you so desperately crave. You gasp and press your heels into the bed, your knees tight around his slim waist, and you try to lift yourself up against him, but he keeps you pinned to the bed with his hips and his cock.

"Every time we do this," he continues, his mouth drifting over your cheek, your jaw, lips warm from the heat of your skin, "—I feel a little closer to what it must be like to be living again."

"Oh, Mikey," you breathe his name like a prayer, a space in your heart reserved only for him weak and warming. You don't know what else to say, so you don't; you merely wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

You would be content with just this, but his length is still buried firmly inside you, and you swear you can feel it pulsing with the rhythm of his pump.

He's huge—you hadn't failed to appreciate that when you'd first slept with him. Not overly so, but big enough you can't meet thumb and forefinger around the thick of him. Big enough that he stretches you almost to the point of pain, but not quite, until your body adjusts. Big enough you can feel him in the back of your throat when he thrusts hard enough.

It's very distracting. Not to mention your arousal still spooling deep down in the bottom of your stomach, undeniable, like a hungry, caged predator waiting for its meal.

You need more. You can't help it. "Mikey, that's beautiful, but I need you to move, please—"

You trail off as he kisses your neck, nipping at the fragile skin over your throat, and you let out a faint whine. "Patience," he tells you in that quietly assured voice of his, and despite it you try desperately to grind up onto him using your leverage from the bed.

Mikey pushes down harder with his hips and you squeak in almost-pain as that forces his cock as deep as it can go, and you feel it from your cervix to your scalp. Your eyes roll back and you take a deep breath but your lungs are crowded out by the man inside you, and you clench down on him automatically. You've never felt so full before.

But still, you ache for friction, for the slide of his cock through your walls, stimulating places inside you no man has ever reached before. Mikey lying still above you, inside you, is driving you insane.

"You're never going to make me cum like that," you tell him, because you know he likes to make you come. He's obsessed to watch you as you lose control because of him, for him. He gives you at least three orgasms every time, but you haven't even had one yet and you need him in a way you never have before.

"Am I not?" His tone is almost playful, and before you can answer he pulls out of you, leaving you gasping empty at the loss, but he's not done—he grabs your hips and hauls you over into your stomach effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing, and you're too shocked and boneless to fight it as he hauls you back on your knees.

Then he's positioning himself behind you, and you have time to stutter out a surprised "Mikey—" before he plunges back into you all the way, all at once. You cry out as he pushes through your inner walls, your thighs trembling as the head of his dick drags over new territory inside you, hitting places that have your toes curling. Then his hips are flush against your ass and he's holding himself still again while your fists twist in the bed sheets and you push back desperately against him.

"Patience," he says again, his voice a purr that goes straight to your aching cunt, and you whimper helplessly as his fingers dig into your skin and he holds you tight.

You're throbbing inside, you realise after a moment, in time with his simulated pulse. You're under-stimulated and your body is seeking any kind of input it can get. You feel every inch of him, buried to the hilt, and you can feel your excitement ramping. A ghost of what he must feel, powerful nonetheless.

Mikey feels your body relax into it, and he lets go of your hips, one hand ghosting comfortingly up your spine as he leans forward and wraps his other arm around your middle.

"That's it," he whispers in your ear, his breath warm on your neck. You shiver as he slowly draws you up to sitting on your knees, still keeping his length fully inside you. You're overwhelmed, skewered helplessly by his cock.

The arm around you ventures lower and you realise what he's doing an instance before you feel his hand drift over your mound, a second before his middle finger finds the hood of your clit, swollen and wanting. You gasp and shake in his arm as he applies a gentle pressure, moving his finger in a half-circle over the throbbing bundle of nerves. It's almost too much. With him inside you pressing on every spot, his fingers working you so expertly.

Said fingers continue to move, applying a little more pressure, switching from a circular motion to an up-down brush of his smooth fingertips over your clit. You can feel your thighs trembling as the heat behind your hips builds. You're hopeless to fight it; it bears down on you with the force of a typhoon, a hurricane, a beautiful, natural disaster that you know is going to leave you broken in all the best ways.

Mikey murmurs your name into your ear and you can feel him pulse inside you, faster now. You wonder if he's as close as you are, just from this.

You don't have time to ask him before he adds a second finger to the pressure on your clit and finds just that spot , and he's relentless and determined and all the things you love about him as he brings you to orgasm.

You feel your inner walls start to flutter with it an instant before it rushes through you, blossoming out from his fingers, from his cock lodged so deep inside you, and you cry out as the ripple of heat peaks and shakes you, hard, an earthquake in your bones, setting your marrow on fire. Every hair on your body stands on end, gooseflesh marbling your tingling skin, and Mikey holds you as you tremble and buck through it, holding himself there, buried in your warm, wet heat.

He grunts against your neck and you realise he's cumming, too, your release setting off his as your insides constrict around him, squeezing as his cock pumps his seed deep inside you, so deep you can feel it, hot in the pit of your belly and it sets you on fire all over again.

His fingers don't stop moving until you start panting and whimpering and reaching for his wrist to push his hand away. Mikey halts then, but he doesn't pull out, merely holds you there as you lean back against his chest, limp and sweating and panting wordlessly.

He's still inside, you realise. Still hard and pulsing. You shudder against and around him, and you can feel his smile against your neck.

"See?" You can't be angry at the smugness in his voice. "I knew you could do it." His praise sparks in that place in your chest again, and you murmur some kind of agreement. It turns into a groan when he suddenly pushes forward and grinds into you. You fall to your hands and knees again and he takes your hips in his hands and —oh, God—he starts to thrust.

Mikey pulls out all the way and slams back in as hard as you can take it. His fluids are running down your thighs and it's so slippery and messy but he doesn't care, he fucks into you with the singleminded focus of a breeding you. All the friction you had been craving before and more, all at once. The sound of your bodies meeting is a wet slap with every thrust, mingled with your moans and cries that only seem to spur him on.

You cum around his frantically pistoning cock, spasming inside and out, clawing at the bed, practically sobbing with the strength of it—a supernova in every nerve.

You gasp his name mixed with a prayer or maybe his name is the prayer, tensing through your toes and thighs and stomach as the tension inside you winds to a singing point and snaps. You cum hard, as he pistons into the willing, clenching grip of your body.

Mikey buries himself in you one last time and he's panting and filling you again and you don't think you've ever felt this impossibly full, and fucked, and satiated as you collapse limply on the bed.

He holds himself above you with his hands on either side of your head. His lips are warm, this time, when he kisses the back of your neck.

Your voice is a croak, barely more than a whisper, when you manage a soft "—Thank you," and Mikey's smile is, as always, something you can only feel as he presses it to your skin.

He belongs here. Inside you. And you don't ever want him to leave.

[liliryuo]

*kakucho invites the haitani brothers*

kakucho with the brothers: oh izana I already invited the two but... they said that their uniform should be different colors from ours :>

*izana turns around* big exhale

izana: YUDIPUTAKAYOMGATARANTADOMAYSINABIBAAKOPWEDEKAYOMAGIBA??!GAGOAMPGEHKAYOMAGTAHIMGABWISITNAKABATAAN... yawa noises

all of them: am confusion.

[ultrafacts]

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[qt-3point1four-deactivated20200]

Here, put this candy in your annoying mouth and shut the fuck up.

[bonifidebaritone]

They’re like adult pacifiers

[captainclickycat]

Reminds me of that person who trained their dogs to offer a cushion to guests, thus conveniently ensuring the dogs’ mouths were occupied when someone knocked on the door

[bringbackthegoldenage-deactivat]

How r u out here being homophobic and still writing mpreg 😭

Those are two entirely separate things. But I guess I couldn’t expect someone like you to understand that.

[catboyinchief]

[i-need-an-egress]

This is talking about Paul McCartney by the way.

[percethecurse]

It’s what

[caecilius-est-pater]

OK here’s the context:

This person writes fanfic about real life musicians from the 60s, including mpreg. They’re also openly homophobic. Someone made a post joking about Davy Jones from the band The Monkees being gay and OP went off on them about how disrespectful it is to headcanon real life people who are still alive as being gay. OP’s inbox got flooded by people pointing out that they themselves write fic about actual real life people who are still alive being mpreg’d but they insist it’s totally different you guys I swear and had a meltdown.

Also, the fic isn’t actually about Paul McCartney, it’s about Paul Simon from Simon & Garfunkel being impregnated by Lily Tomlin.

[ok-boomer]

y’all i kinda just assumed this was an old 2014ish post circulating, but the original post was made yesterday. as in like, on May 19th 2022

[justhavetofeelthewaves]

god I love this site. so much.

[takahel-deactivated20230208]

from then until now

"i've never loved anyone as much as i love you"

an. *sobs* happy birthday to the love of my layfu 🥺 short drabble under the cut! a lil warning for suggestive content

middle school mitsuya likes you very much

you're in his mind whenever he stitches, a lovesick smile is always on his face that has his clubmates question it one time and he just replies with a simple excuse saying the cloth just feels really satisfying to the touch

he likes to stay a  little longer at the shoe lockers in the morning waiting for you and greets you good morning when you arrive. his heart flutters from your own response as if your words have a certain chime to it (maybe it's just him but your voice is like music to his ears)

there's this one time you stayed at school a bit later than usual, mitsuya almost beamed at seeing you walk out of the school that late. he ran towards you and offers to walk you home. he's never talked with you this long before, never shared each other's presence in such a close proximity

you're so comfortable to talk with, mitsuya can't help but ask for your number in hopes that he would get to talk with you outside of school

or maybe ask you out on a casual date after school? hehe

anyways

the first time he held your hand happened while he was teaching you how to stitch. you're no expert on that and mitsuya was willing to teach you

you couldn't find a comfortable way in holding the cloth so he went behind you and showed you ways how to properly hold it to avoid pricking yourself 

he felt like a perv taking a whiff of your shampoo, holding your hands so intimately, and sitting so close to your body that he could feel the warmth of you

and he knew you were flustered! your shaky hands wouldn't keep still

mitsuya was openly flirting with you and you bashfully flirted back slgkhdlfgh

you weren't stitching anymore and he wasn't instructing you. both of you were just chatting in content

he moves back beside you but his hand, his hand, his hand. his hand played with your shaky ones

a shade of red dusted on both of your cheeks and the eye contact felt so different and new

mitsuya loves to make you remember that moment on every anniversary for he loves it so much to see your face make that sheepishly beaming smile

now you're both working adults and he's still head over heels over you. like the first time you both became so intimate with each other, his nose bled from seeing your blooming body beneath him

it's his birthday today and he's holding a dinner at his place tonight with you helping with the cooking. his mother and sister were invited of course and the celebration played out smoothly

"nii-chan you're not getting any younger, when are you going to marry y/n?" cue to you spitting out the orange juice you're drinking

takashi grins as he hands you a tissue and his mother attempts to help by wiping the spill on the table, "luna's right, takashi" his mother adds smiling at you as she puts a hand on your shoulder, "y/n's also not getting any younger by the year. you two might want to start planning" and she ends it in a giggle as you gawked at her

you look at takashi as if telling him to talk to his mother but he just hums, winking at you and telling them that they might as well start planning already

you say his name in exasperation but he just takes your hand and laughs

"you girls have fun. we'll get more snacks from the kitchen" mitsuya says, pulling you along with him and you know he's teasing you with that cheeky smile of his 

"why'd you say that, takashi?" head buried in his back as you hug him, you let out a whine while he gets more snacks from the cupboard. your hands slowly removing the buttons of his button-ups

he grabs your hand as you snake your hand inside. lips tugging to a smile seeing how you're acting so needy, "woah there, easy" he brings your hand up to his lips and bit your fingers, soothing it with a swipe of his tongue 

he knows he's been teasing you, giving you suggestive looks when he knows his family wasn't looking at him. he feels so glad you wore a skirt that night. he'd squeeze his hand that's placed on your leg, scratching you lightly with his nails when he turns away to get something on the side 

he's feeling so playful and he enjoys riling you up like that 

"wait until my family leaves alright sweetheart?" he bops your nose the moment he turns to face you, carrying the snacks on one arm and the other pulls you from the waist and gives you a long and deep kiss that has your body burning up in need

"can you do that?" he asks as he parts from you, chuckling when you follow after his lips. he takes you by the chin to make you look up at him. eyes half-lidded as he gives you a stare, a stare that holds a promise of what will come after he's got you alone for the night 

and you're left to whimper, giving him a small nod before he takes your hand again and walks back to the living room

[funnytwittertweets]