#[🖊] MY WORKS

[v-tired-queer]

Didn't think I would hate staying home all day as much as I do, but here I am, absolutely despising it.

#thinking about saying fuck it and trying to work one more time #i haven't tried receptionist work yet and there's some openings in my area that pay well #but i have no idea how to start that conversation with my mother #who relies on me for financial support #what am i supposed to say? #'hey mom i know we had to wait months for me to even get an initial appointment with SSI but i'm really think this job could work out' #'so i'm going to cancel my appointments and apply for receptionist jobs instead' #ugh #i hate adulting #kit's diary 6 🖊 #disabled #disability #chronic disability #disabled adult #disabled queer #spoonie

[eveningclouds]

your handwriting is so nice omg

#can u tell i am procrastinating on doing real work. also i wrote my r's like four diff ways here? 🖊 🖊 🖊 #BUT MERCI hope u have a great day!!! ❣️❣️❣️ #mail

[asterynlights]

A Stranger. And You See Me The Same.

Who are you? Bearing witness upon your gaze Effortlessly captivated my eyes, And it seeks to cultivate them once more.

What's your name? The name of the one who enchants me - i await for the prologue where I'll inevitably fall, With the story starting with you asking of mine

Would our lives converge with eachother? The person who excited me to befriend their laughter, To withhold your smile at the sight of my face, I'll lend you my heart in return for your affection you'll make me crave.

Will you wait for me? For I'll play as a fool to my untethered prediction, To await for a stranger who might stand at another's door. But I'll give you my soul - the person who I'll be longing for.

Written 5/10/2023.

#彡﹕« 🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇾‌🇳‌🇱‌🇮‌🇬‌🇭‌🇹‌🇸‌ » #〃𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮﹕🖊 #poetry #poem #poem and poetry #original work #writeblr #pls give me feedback it's my first few times writing poems 😭

[otherwoofs]

@mythaelogie​ liked for a smol starter from jeremy // for ‘ed

        “You must be Jedidiah.” Jeremy says in greeting as he approached the boy. “My name is Jeremy. I’m the recently hired werewolf teacher.” Considering this was a school, Jeremy was honestly quite appalled that there had not been one already. “I’m told you’re the Alpha of the student pack?”

#mythaelogie #🖊 jeremy // in character #🖊 in character // hey look ma i’m writing #i'm not sure if i put it on my verses page but i have one tvdu verse where jeremy starts working at the school to keep an eye #and protec the baby woofs #<3 #i hope this is alright!!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Assistant 13

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive and some triggers may not be specified for plot reasons.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: We came back.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

🖊🖊🖊

Your new life is more of a death. The old you is dead and can never be again. Not quite a true death, it’s a purgatory you’re slogging through, waiting for the ultimate end. 

Your first days are bleak. The house is filled with a stagnant pall as you wile away the hours playing your role. It’s easier when you pretend you're a character in a book, just like you did as a girl. When you became Elizabeth Bennet or one of the Pevensie kids. You escape in your mind because there is no other way out.

A routine quickly falls into place. You wake up, though sleep is sparse and hewn in wretched nightmares that mirror reality, and wait until Clark stirs. He never rouses very long after you. You open yourself to him, laying on your back, legs splayed as he grunts and ruts.

Tender, you dress in one of the thin dresses he collected for you and you go to work. You cook him breakfast. Sometimes, he takes you back to bed after he eats. Others, he pins you to the counter or the table. Then you clean up; the table, the dishes, and yourself.

When he stays, he sits and reads. You hover around him, busying yourself with a broom or just watching him, weighing the minutes. Not yet, not yet.

Lunch comes and you take care of that too. Then him. His appetite never wavers. The heavy pain sticks in your pelvis but he can’t think the limp is from anything more than the chain tugging at your ankle.

You pace, restless and wait. That’s all you do. Wait. For the first chance or his next whim. Whichever comes before the other.

You stand at the window and watch the wildlife. You feel him watching you in kind. When he leaves, he closes the shutters, latching them tight on the outside. Locking you in like a toy in a chest. A doll he can pick up to play with whenever he likes.

Dinnertime. Another meal. You’re not very hungry but you make yourself eat. If he lets you have a bath, you can puke it back up when he goes to get a towel. That is the last marker of time before bedtime…

Sleep is not won without a final surrender.

That day, as you wrap potatoes to cook in the oven, all noise seems louder, every movement more strenuous. The staleness in the air is suffocating. Your ears buzz from the constant silence. You crinkle the foil around a potato and drop it, rubbing your lobes.

You keep your hands on your ears and stare at the counter. You could scoop out your brains with a spoon. Are you going crazy? Your head feels itchy on the inside and you would be all to happy to scratch right through the bone. 

“Honey?” Clark’s voice ripples through the air. “Is something wrong?”

You close your eyes and cringe. You drag your hands away and wrap the other potato, wincing at the aluminum's raucous wrinkle. He stands and you shudder. He’s coming close.

“It’s too quiet,” you say at last.

He nears and looms beside you. You put the potatoes aside and drag over the pan of marinating steak. His large hand rests on the counter.

“Can I help?” He offers. You shake your head.

“No, thanks, I got it, honey,” you reach to touch his hand. You just want him to back off. Sweat stains your skin as his proximity sets you on fire. 

He leans in to kiss your crown, his hand dancing down your back. He gropes your ass and growls. His hand lingers and you brace yourself. It isn’t unlike him to interrupt.

“Love you,” he grits before he draws away.

You let your breath out in short spurts. You don’t want him to hear the relief in you. Your thighs quiver, bruised and raw. You carry on without pause. Keep yourself busy and he’ll let you be. For now.

🖊

The next day, Clark leaves you. You don’t know what he does when he isn’t there. Sometimes he brings back groceries or little things he’s forgotten. Others, he’s gone for hours and returns only with stress in his shoulders. You try not to think too much about what happens outside these walls, that only makes them close in tighter.

When he comes back, just around lunch time, he presents you a radio. An orange and black radio you’ve seen used by those in remote regions. He sets it on the counter as he flicks it on and adjusts the knob, searching for a station through the crackle. You cross your arms as you watch around his elbow.

The stringy tune comes through and warbles against the static. The music soothes you. You only realise then, you’d never thought you’d hear it again. Clark turns to you as you stare at the speakers.

“Do you like it?” He asks.

You nod and unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, “yes, thank you.”

Is this all you have? A radio?

“Do you… wanna dance?” He murmurs shyly.

You look at him. You reach for his hand in acceptance. Nothing he gives comes without a price. He takes you into his arms wordlessly, his face brightening as he leads you into a slow shuffle.

‘I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you Let it be me’

The song is older. You’re not sure who it is. By your guess, it’s even older than your parents… you know you won’t see them again. Even if you do get your chance, you can never go back to the life before this.

“I remember the first day I saw you,” Clark says as he pulls your head to rest against his chest, “you were wearing that little pink plaid dress…”

His words hang in the air. You remember the day too. The day you thought you’d figure it all out. You’d pay your dues as an assistant, work your way up to a writer one day, and maybe, in your wildest dreams, an editor…

“I love you, honey,” he pets your head.

“Love you too,” you eke out.

He pulls back to look down at you. You gaze up as he brings his fingertips under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and draws away reluctantly. He hums as his other hand closes around yours.

“Let’s take a bath,” he lets go of you and follows the chain to its end, unhooking it from the loop in the floor. He tugs you after him as he lets the radio play.

You let him take you into the bathroom. He’s intent on his mission. He drops the chain, the links hitting the floor heavily. You stare at it, just for a second, not too long for your heart to spike.

He bends over the tub and cranks the faucet. You watch him, fingers tingling, as he puts in the stop and holds his hand under the water’s flow. Stay calm.

You move closer to him as he undresses. You help him lift his shirt and you pet the soft hair along his torso. He turns to you, that foggy look in his eyes. You bring your hands to his pants and undo them, biting your lip as you hold his gaze.

You pull down his pants and let them fall down his thick legs. You tilt your head at the sudden thought, tweaking your ear towards the music. He reaches to stroke your chin.

“What is it, honey?” He snarls.

“This song,” you stop and listen to The Ronettes' iconic beat, “can I turn it up?”

He rolls his thumb across your chin and exhales, “sure, honey. I like this one too.”

You smile and shift your head, taking his thumb into your mouth. His eyes round as you swirl your tongue around his salty fingertip. You pop your lips off as he sighs.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Mmm, baby,” he breathes.

You turn slowly, measuring your steps and your heartbeat. You go out into the kitchen, the chain rattling with each step. You peer around, taking in the place. You hear the water swish as he lowers himself into the tub. You peek over as the end of the chain trails just outside the bathroom.

You stop by the radio and glance over your shoulder. Now. You turn up the radio, just loud enough. You bend and tug the chain inch by inch towards you, the noise disguised by the drumbeat. You coil it around your hand, allowing enough for you to walk.

You peer over at the bathroom doorway.

“I’ll bring towels,” you call over the music.

“Hurry,” he booms back as he lets out another gritty sigh, “baby, I need you.”

You turn without hesitation. This is it. You march into the front room and to the front door. Of course he wouldn’t lock it, not with the cuff on your ankle hooked to the loop. You glance over at the hook in the floor and steel yourself.

You open the door, lifting it on the hinges to keep it quiet. The radio drones behind you as you let yourself out into the cool air. You take one step, then the other, each one quicker than the last. You approach the trees and take a breath.

It’s now or never.

You plunge into the woods, your gait uneven as you run with the chain yank with each step. You don’t know where you’re going or where to go, you just need to get far away from here. You can’t live like this. You can’t die like this.

Your feet hit the forest floor, unfeeling to the jab of sharp rocks and the scratch of twigs. Don’t look back, just go, just go. You sprint until your lungs burn, until your mouth is parched and scratchy, until your limbs ache.

You stumble onto the ground and gulp. You can’t go any further. You’re too weak.

You shake on your hands and knees, fighting to catch your breath, trying to urge yourself on. 

Then you hear it. A giggle. A chirpish yelp and the splash of water. People? You crawl forward towards the noise. You lift yourself to look over the overturned trunk at the edge of the incline. There’s a lake below, there’s bodies splashing through the waters, screaming and laughing.

Oh, god! You stand and throw your hand up, mustering your strength to cry out. Help!

As you open your mouth, your voice shrivels up as your throat is clamped in a vice. You're dragged back away from the drop off and turned to face your villain. Clark stands naked amid the trees, seeming as towering and thick as any of them, as he grips your neck. He lifts you off your feet, your toes dangling above the ground.

You claw at his forearm as you wheezes. Your eyes well as he glares at you, shaking with rage. The chain falls from your hand and hits the floor, weighing on your ankle. He bears his teeth and hisses.

“Why would you do this?”

You can’t speak. Your head throbs as you reach to bat at his chest, begging silently for him to release you. ‘Sorry…’ you mouth, ‘sorry…’

“I love you, sweetie, I love you so much,” his voice quakes as he squeezes tighter, “why did you do this?”

Your lips open and close as your head swells violently. Your arms feel heavy as you grasp at him desperately. I can do better, I can do better. Just one more chance, honey. Please.

“You’re the one, you’re the one,” he chants tearfully, “I never loved anyone like I love you.”

“Cl-Clark,” you force out, “ple-ease—”

“No,” he crushes your throat so not a single wisp can get through, “I will never… love anyone that way I love you. Never…”

Your cheek twitches as your lashes glazes with tears. Your heart pounds in your chest as your mind swirls. His eyes fill with red light, glowing hotter and hotter. You see yourself in the scarlet glare; you in your tub, reading your favourite novel, that first day at the office when you nervously introduced yourself, your days in school, running between classes, your high school graduation, the little girl dancing in the fields, a princess out of time.

You see it all behind you and you see the emptiness ahead of you. You shake your head above his grip and use the last of your effort to mouth the words to him. The truth.

‘I….’ you make certain the movement is clear, even as your eyes threaten to roll into your skull, ‘hate.’ Your lips twist in a cruel smirk, ‘you.’

Your head lolls and you stare into his glowing irises. You’re ready. This is ever after. 

The world is consumed in a red flash and a striking heat. It sears to the bone and ends just as quickly. All is black and gone. A life burnt to cinder.

Stayed tuned for the epilogue

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #the assistant #dc #dcu #superman

[michelle-languages]

How to use Notion for Language Learners - a masterpost

So, I have been learning languages for a while now, and one of the things I have always been struggling with is having a space that could gather all the info I need, the spreads I used to make on my bullet journal, and maybe even something more.

Notion has become my best friend all over the last couple of years, but as I am a pretty sick perfectionist, I am still mastering the art of creating efficient templates, but I am slowly overcoming this problem of mine… In the meantime enjoy my favorite YouTube videos all about Notion x Language Learning:

how to make the best language learning plan | notion templates | AD by Anna Lenks

ULTIMATE LANGUAGE PLANNER IN NOTION FOR POLYGLOTS by me :)

How to make a language learning plan that WORKS ✨ Notion for language learners by Elysse Speaks

How To Make A Sentence Mining Database in Notion | Language Learning | Tutorial + Free Template by Leafling Learns

How I Created a 30-Day Language Study Plan That Works! by Shea Jordan

Create a language learning schedule that works + Notion Template! by Jusuf

updating my language learning notion 🖊 by Jo Renee Languages

Language Learning: Notion, RemNote And Reverso (French) by Red Gregory

How I plan and organize my life and languages | Notion tour 📝 by Lindie Botes

Hope you enjoyed this post, in the meantime I'll go and create the best language-learning hub you will ever see

#language learning #notion #studyblr #langblr #languages tips

[syrikif]

Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU + Written, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Content Warnings: Sexual jokes/content, mention of death threats, mature language

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

Created: October 6, 2023 Completed: (Ongoing) Update Schedule: I’m currently in the process of moving so just whenever I can :)

Masterlist:

Important Profiles: Y/N's Group Kenma's Group Prologue: Daddy Kink Cat Distribution System Chapter 1: Thirst Trap Hospital Food Chapter 2: Bedwars 🖊 Boredom 🖊 Chapter 3: Trending One Game Chapter 4: Calm Guilt 🖊 Chapter 5: Unhinged One in a Million Chapter 6: Cuddle Buddies 🖊 Casual Chapter 7: Rating The Cat Girl Chapter 8: A Dozen Men Little Things 🖊 Chapter 9: Scaredy Kitten Disappearing Act Chapter 10: Chapter 11: tbc . . .

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! This is my first post on Tumblr and the first SMAU I've ever written. Which, kudos to everyone else who makes SMAU's because they are a lot of work.

Just some basic info before you begin reading:

Y/N uses she/her pronouns and is feminine presenting.

Every chapter will have two parts, one part from Y/N's point of view and one part from Kenma's; the order will differ depending on the chapter.

Every update will be a double post so make sure you know you’re reading the correct one first, and reading both of them.

Time stamps don't really matter unless explicitly written by me so you can just ignore them :)

There will be both written and social media elements; written parts will be marked with a pen (🖊).

And I'm gonna be honest, while I love the anime I haven't actually watched it in a long time and I was never able to finish season three. That being said, if anything I write seems out of character for anyone just bear with me I'm trying my best lol.

Please feel free to give me any feedback and/or criticism to help me improve. And if any of the links aren't working just let me know and I'll try to get it fixed ASAP.

If you have any questions, don't feel too shy and reach out if possible; I promise I'll answer to the best of my ability.

(Also, just comment if you'd like to be on the taglist.)

Hope you enjoy the story :)

#kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma x y/n #kenma smau #kenma kozume #kodzuken #haikyuu smau #smau #smau series #gaming #fanfiction #minecraft #kenma fanfic #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyuu x female reader #kenma x female reader #fanfic #content creator #romance smau #streaming #youtuber au #haikyuu au #kodzuken x reader #hq kenma #kenma imagines #kozume x reader #social media #alternate universe

[thetriumphantpanda]

hello sweets congratulations again on 3,000 followers!!

for your celebration: 🖊🧠 (it can be a drabble or a headcannon) but I can't get Trial and Error reader x Joel - reader cutting Joel's hair for him, how sweet I think it would be - but take it however you want it <3

I love you congratulations :')

My gorgeous girl, thank you so much 🧡

I can't believe you read my mind here - I've been thinking about Joel & Pretty girl so much recently and this was so sweet to write! Thank you so much! Also, I love you right back 🫶🏼

TheTriumphantPanda's 3000 follower celebration!

Cut Your Hair - A Trial & Error Drabble

“Hair’s getting long.” You muse, running your fingers through Joel’s hair, marvelling at the way the greying strands move through your hands.

“Keeps gettin’ in my eyes,” He grumbles, “Sheep think it’s real funny.”

You can’t help but giggle a little, the fact that this big man is now a sheep farmer, amongst other things. It’s surprisingly suits him, Tommy still taking on the majority of the contracting work they still get.

“I’ll cut it for you if you want,” You offer, leaning over the back of the couch to make sure the twins are still napping, “Saves you going all the way into town.”

He shrugs a little, pushing himself up off the couch, heading over the cupboard under the sink, pulling out the hair supplies you keep there. You’ve been cutting Tommy’s hair for years, Joshua’s too, and soon to be the twins once they get old enough to sit still.

Joel sits down on a chair in the kitchen, his flannel shirt shrugged off, sitting in just his undershirt, so you can see the broad expanse of his back. He still, after all this time, manages to take your breath away whenever you look at him.

There’s a spray bottle that lives on the windowsill, full of water for spritzing the plants around the house, but you use it this time to dampen Joel’s hair, laughing a little as he grumbles about getting it in his eyes, shifts around to try and avoid the cool water hitting his skin.

“Right, keep still, I’ve got big scissors in my hand.”

You pull his hair through a comb, working methodically to trim the longest parts of his hair, brushing the cuttings off his shoulders and onto the floor. You smile behind him as he relaxes, head tipping back into your touch when you run your fingers through his hair to find other parts to cut. Watching his shoulders dip and his breathing slow.

You walk slowly round to the front, slotting yourself between his thighs, watching as he widens them slightly to let you slot in perfectly, brushing through the front of his hair to trim. You feel both his warm palms settle on the backs of your thighs, warm and steady as he forces you to step forward, abandoning his haircut for now.

“Careful, cowboy,” You warn, “I’ve only done half a job.”

Joel’s palms are slowly stroking up and down, setting a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t care, pretty girl,” He speaks softly, looking up at you, your own hands pushing the damp curls from his forehead, “They’ve still got twenty minutes of nap time,” His head juts over to the crib he’s put the twins in, “And you can sit right here.” His eyes drop to his lap, where he shifts his hip, moving himself so there is indeed enough room for you to straddle him.

Eyebrow raised but smirk on your lips, you set the comb and scissors down on the kitchen side and do just that, sitting on his lap, right where you love to be, haircut forgotten as you both make each other feel good in the dimming afternoon sun.

#Joel Miller x Reader #Joel Miller x you #Joel Miller x female reader #Joel Miller x f!reader #Joel Miller #3000 followers

[cruelflesh]

writeblr intro

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 home of blood guts & girls kissing 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

hi i'm jodie, queer writer and lover of horror media. i have a few different things i'm working on but i'm most excited about my current WIP, an early 2000's horror romance about an insomniac who gets tangled between the lines of sleep and reality when she falls in love with an undead woman living in the library. i plan on sharing some more of my work soon, and would love to find people with similar interests so we can talk about writing/horror/whatever

𓂃🖊 about | spotify | pinterest

#writers of tumblr #queer writers #female writers #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #writers blog #writers community #writers on tumblr #writing community

[pianta]

the lovely folks over @ Huion kindly sent me a Kamvas 12 to try !! ♡ a quick review:

🖥  Huion Kamvas 12 is a beginner friendly screen tablet with full HD 12″ display, compatible with windows, mac, linux and android phones. it is not a standalone portable tablet, it will need to be hooked up to a computer with a HDMI port!

🖼 i’ve been using this screen tablet for a month now and i’m really happy with it! this is huion’s smallest model, making it easy to carry and ideal for my small desk. it is a compact, lightweight but high quality screen tablet.

⚙️  set up is straightforward. i had some trouble figuring out pen calibration during set up bc there was some lag/offset, but after some fiddling around it works like a charm and i don’t experience any major lag when doing a stroke - i've tested this both in SAI and CSP.

🎨  the screen resolution is impressive for its size & the colors are popping on this one. its kinda like your drawing on paper bc the screen is semi-matte. it even got customizable hotkeys which i love + u can turn off the screen and use it like a regular drawing tablet no problem

🖊  the pen is battery-free and charges automatically, so if you’re like me and get annoyed by the pen running out while you’re working, this is ideal! it comes with pen holder + extra nibs, a drawing glove, and an optional adjustable stand, making it more ergonomic

tl;dr: i’m impressed! if you think larger screen tablets are a bit intimidating, or you’re used to non-display tablets and are looking to transition to screen displays - this is a great and affordable fit! 💞

i'm so happy to see more affordable options out there so more people can jump in and start drawing digitally. i can highly recommend huion tablets!! if you are interested, you can find more info here! ✨

#art #tablet review #tablet #huion #illustration #art help #artists on tumblr #collab

[z0mbi3k1d]

Romanticizing life part 1

School 📚

School sucks it's probably the worst part of anyone's day but Hot girls romanticize everything so life becomes more fun and enjoyable. Here are some tips and tricks for romanticizing school!

In class🖊

Do your work!! It's even cuter to be smart and attractive

If you finish your work you can read or doodle

Try and work with friends, it makes the work more fun

Listen to music! Make a playlist specifically for school (I'm not gonna link mine because it's not specifically for school it's just my music taste)

Get cute supplies, your favorite colors or ones with cute little characters on them

Notes 🧷

Highlighters and pens!! They make your work look sooo cute!!

Stickers! They also make your notes look more aesthetic and adorable

Practice handwriting, PLEASE omg my hand writing is so bad I have to practice too but your notes will look so cute

Look up borders on Pinterest and use those on your paper they look so cool fr

Organize your notes, weather it's boxes, bullet lists or lines. It just makes it look neater

Social stuff 🖌

Stay out of drama!! It's not cute!!

Use manners and be polite at all times, no body likes someone with an ugly personality. And if they do that's someone you should satay away from

Have good relationships with teachers, say hi and smile to them, it could make a worlds difference!

Have a positive attitude, not everybody is terrible!

Find a club you enjoy, it's easier to make friends with people who have similar hobbies!

Confidence!! 🖇

Be confident you're hot so act like it!!

Keep your head up high, I know it's scary but you'll look more approachable

Pretend you are your favorite character, act like them

Listen to music that makes you feel confident

Wear clothes that make you feel confident, confidence>>looks

Fun little things 📌

When listening to music in the halls pretend your in a movie/music video

Take pictures and record videos with your friends during any free time for memories

With your friend take a paper and write down sweet things about each other, my friend and I do this and it's really fun

You can also pretend you're the main character in a shojo anime!!

Look good, feel good 🖍

"Life isn't a fashion show" yes it is!! Wear things that make you feel like yourself and you'll win!!

Please wear perfume smelling good is a must!!

Make sure your hair is brushed/fixed and looks good

Make sure your bag looks clean please!

Lunch 🍱

Try and pack your own, it's definitely healthier

Please eat lunch, it's important for you to stay adorable!

If you don't have friends sit near people you think are cool, they might end up talking with you!

If you don't want to do that then you can sit by yourself, people don't usually tend to care if you sit at their table as long as you don't bother them

Links ✂️

Cute Amazon school supplies list:

Upcoming posts 📖

Romanticizing gym class

Downtown girl aesthetic guide (rq)

Thanks for reading!! 🩷

Have a great day pretty girl, stay safe and drink tons of water!!

-Lacey~♡

#aesthetic #girlblogger #real #:3 #just girly things #sillyposting #becoming that girl #it girl #it girl mentality #girl blogger #dream girl #girlhood #girlblogging #this is what makes us girls #this is a girlblog #girly advice #coquette #hell is a teenage girl #hyper feminine #female hysteria #pink academia princess #pink aesthetic #pinkcore #pinterest #manic pixie dream girl #femcel #girly blog #princess blog #self help #self care

[su-codes]

Hi, I'm Su! 💫

I've been on tumblr for ages, but I decided to create this blog to document my progress with learning web dev!

About me:

I'm 25, mexican-american, and I have an orange cat 🐱 (hence the avi, although I'm well aware it looks more like a fox lol)

I really struggle with undiagnosed adhd, so sometimes I'll get in ruts that last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of months :(

I have a biochemistry degree but never used it because I thought I wanted to be a pharmacist lmao

Used to be a teacher but fuck that fr (me and the US dept. of education have beef)

I'm currently enrolled part time in a full-stack coding bootcamp

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Goals for this blog:

❤️‍🔥 keep me motivated and inspired

🖊 post updates on things i've worked on/accomplished

📚 reblog resources for future reference

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Languages I'm learning:

HTML

CSS

Javascript

node.js/express.js/handlebars.js

MySQL

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ON HIATUS, 10/07/23-11/06/23.

the most heartfelt, biggest thanks to each and every one of you. every comment, reblog, ask and like means so much to me. i don’t take a single one of you for granted. 🤍

2023 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

submissions run from nov 1st-nov 31st. disclaimer: if you are not 18+ do not send/interact with any 18+/NSFW content on this list.

🎥: pick a 500 word passage from any of my works and ill give you DVD commentary (what i was thinking when i wrote it, why i wrote, why i chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the fic, etc.)

🎶: give me a song & character and i’ll give you a kinky situation

🔥: send me a letter from this list & a character, and i’ll give you a kinky headcanon

🍁: give me a character and ill give you a spooky/fall activity

🤔: send me two kinks or tropes to choose from!

🔪: FMK or One Night Stand/Bestie/Spouse

💭: send me YOUR kinky headcanons and let’s discuss

🖊 wip: ask for a sentence from a wip i’m working on.

📚: give me a kink or trope and i’ll rec my favorite fic

🎨: send me a work that you want circulated and i’ll reblog it. fics, gifs, icons, fanart are all welcome!

❓: ask me anything!

MOOTS ONLY:

🕯️: i’ll tell you my favorite thing about you!

👀 : cast my mutuals as….kinks, blorbos, etc.

🎧: i’ll pick a song that makes me think of you!

tagging some moots for boost: @honeybrowne @juneknight @marc-spectorr @greg-montgomery @doctorstethoscope @hotchs-bitch @h0tch-r0cket @flightlessangelwings @astroboots @campingwiththecharmings @xbellaxcarolinax @stargazingcarol @eyelessfaces @lavendertales @softlyspector @haylzcyon @pedrito-friskito @inklore @psychedelic-ink @missdictatorme @mccn-bcys @toracainz @jaspxr @fightingdragonswithwho @lesbianhotch @hotch-girl @cr1minalskies @sadgirlml @lefthandedhotch @pinkheartem0ji @dudeitiskarev @ssamorganhotchner @masterwords @ivyheliotrope @ivystoryweaver @shurisbraids @wakandas-vibranium @chimneysrebarscar @whatthefishh @my-secret-shame @melodygatesauthor

#BIGGEST KISSES FOR ALL OF YOU #MWAH #arson’s kinky 4k celebration #arson events

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Mortal Kombat Skool Days🖊🎒📚

Behold! The designs I made for my darling friend @madamealtruist and her High School AU: Mortal Kombat Skool Days!

Bi-Han & Xiuying (Frost):

Kuai Liang & Tomas Vrbada:

I loved to work on them all, it was a lot of fun! Can't wait to work on the rest! 💙🩵💛🩶

And here's her fic! There you can see more of the characters and their roles as well as the first chapter, highly recommend!👀💕

#bi han #frost mk #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat skool days au #sub zero #scorpion #smoke #sub zero bros #mortal kombat au #high school au #mk1 #character design #my art <3 #friend's fic <3 #mortal kombat

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I can't believe this! The blog reached a 100 followers! Aaahh! For this special occasion, I will be doing an event that will last for the whole month!

all prompts will have an emoji, please put the emoji at the start of your ask! some asks will be selective if i choose not to respond, please understand that! don't put any emoji (except for anon symbols) if it's an ask unrelated to the event!

event will be all tagged #askthemilkman100event . it will last until the end of april!

✦ ASK MOD !

🪷 - ask any questions about me! whether it be my headcanons, opinions about my muse, me personally .

📚 - send me a plot/story idea you have for my muse and i will tell you how i would write it!

🎐 - send me any character from hazbin hotel and i will provide any opinion, vision, or headcanon about them!

✦ INTERACT WITH FRANCIS !

💭 - tell me about yourself anonymously and Francis will tell his inner thoughts about you! ( gender + personality + likes + dislikes + hobbies + etc, you don't have to answer all sections if you're uncomfortable! )

🖊- put Francis in a specific scenario! and he will react!

🤥 - Francis can't lie?! send any asks and my muse will tell his truth!

❗️ - ask a question! works like a regular ask but i will add an ooc comment of my headcanon so there's more info!

❤️‍🩹 - send in anything you're sad about, whether it be a vent, something you're stressed about, etc. Francis and mod will give you advice! ( send anonymously please, and warnings for any triggers! will be tagged #askthemilkman!❤️‍🩹 so if you don't want to see this, please mute/filter it!

✉️ - send any confessions and Francis will react!

🦴 - send a headcanon about Francis and both Francis and mod will react! (if i like it, i'll make a official headcanon hehe)

✦ SYMBOLS OF KINDNESS .

( give mod an encouraging word maybe? <3 )

❤️ — i love how you portray your muse

🎁 — i love your aesthetic and graphics

🌸 — you're one of my favourite blogs

🫧 — your posts always make me happy

💕 — i'm grateful for your blog

🌷 — admiring from afar

✦ IDEAS FOR SENDS !

Beep, boop, bap, boom, pow, shlaow, brrt

Keep in mind that these are just ideas! You can send in something else, but even if you send it from here, please choose the emoji accordingly! All the emojis will be tagged in their own way, such as #askthemilkman❗, #askthemilkman🤥 , etc etc!

This even is taken from the blog @/hellishradio! Check them out please their alastor is great 💗

#that's not my neighbor #thats not my neighbor #the milkman #themilkman #tnmn #francis mosses #rp blog #ask blog #cracks knuckles #here we go. #💗; out of character #askthemilkman100event

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The Assistant 12

Warnings: this fic includes noncon/rape, cheating, creep behaviour, violence, anger. These warnings are not exhaustive.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As an assistant at the Daily Planet, you’re rarely noticed. Until you are.

Characters: Clark Kent

Note: Another one.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Lord Farquaad loves unnecessary vowels. Take care. 💖

🖊🖊🖊

The crickets keep you awake. The flutter of bats and the sway of trees swirl together and set an eerie lull. The scent of pine wafts in and eludes to the freedom withheld from you. A serene atmosphere tainted by the coil of heat twisted around you.

Clark snores into your hair. Unbothered by his strange surroundings or the circumstance. It almost maddens you to think he can act so normal on the surface yet be corrupt to core. It's all so sickening but frightening.

You think of Lois and the crack of bones, Richard and the smell of burnt flesh, the fury in Clark’s eyes. You know you can’t resist him. Not without getting hurt. You’re too weak, you’re too afraid. You don’t want to die, not like this. You don’t want to leave this world behind without getting to tell all the stories in your head.

You lay awake, waiting for his eventual rise. He grumbles, patting your hip before he sits up. He bends over his lap and rubs his eyes before climbing to his feet. You watch the strain of flannel across his shoulders as he cross to the door and pulls open the door.

He returns with a copper kettle. Water drips from the edges of the lid as he hangs it in the fireplace, rebuilding the burnt out fire beneath. You shiver as you sit up and tuck yourself into the corner.

He moves around, searching through the bin he put in the opposite corner. He takes something out and brings it to you. He hands you the small notebook and searches his front pocket for the short pencil hidden there. You see the redness in the rims of his eyes and note the unkemptness of hair and clothing unlike. He is not the straight laced journalist you thought you knew. 

"Make a list. What we need."

You nod, mouth too dry to speak, brain too fuzzy to think. You blink at him as you cradle the notebook. You’re not sure what he means.

“Food, soap, whatever,” he sighs as he turns on his heel, dragging his feet to the fireplace as he sets his hand on the mantel, “gotta hook up the water… grabbed enough coffee and some granola…” he’s mostly talking to himself, “a bed, I’ll get a bed for sure.”

You write bed at the top of the first page. Then you stare at the next line. You can’t put freedom there. You have to keep lying. You write down eggs. Eggs are good, you can make breakfast tomorrow, that might keep him happy.

“I’ll make the coffee,” you offer, “where is it?”

He inhales and goes back to the bin. He fishes out a small glass jar of instant grinds. You try not to show your disappointment. It’s something. You know better than to not play along. He’s shown you the consequences for not.

“Cups?” You ask, gently, putting pen back to paper as you remember a few other things.

He returns to the bin again. A sleeve of paper cups. Alright, that will do. You stand and keep the notebook in hand as you near the fireplace. You write down cups.

“You’ll have to find some proper ones,” you say as you put down the book and grab the jar. You read the label and set it down as you kneel in front of the fire. You hold up your hands, it’s cool despite the summer sun outside. “And some pretty dishes.”

He’s silent. You try not to give yourself away. He can’t see through your act. You rub your hands together and shiver. He moves and you fight not to wince. He grabs the blanket and brings it over to drape over your shoulders.

“I’ll some nice ones,” he promises as he lowers himself to his knees beside you, “I didn’t get to show you the tub…” he puts his large hand on your back as you watch the fire, waiting for the kettle to boil, “I got it just for you, baby.”

“That’s nice. I’m excited,” you almost believe yourself as you keep a chipper chime in your voice, “I really have to pee.”

His hand slips down and he lowers his chin.

“Like I said, water’s not… gotta run a line down to the lake…” he sniffs, “I’ll take you out, you can go by the trees.”

“Alright,” you nod as you pull the cups over and open the plastic sleeve.

You pull out two then uncap the lid of the jar. You tear back the seal and carefully measure out grinds into each cup. You smile and twist the cap back on. You set down the jar as Clark looms close.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” he says so quietly you barely hear him. You flinch but hide it as you reach past the blanket and touch his side. “I wouldn’t… wouldn’t do what I did… to you. I did it for you.”

“I know,” you wilt out, snaking your arm around him, “look at all you’ve done for me…” you look up at the rafters, then the walls, and the fire crackling before you. He doesn’t see your other hand, how it grips the chain around your ankle, “you’ve made a whole life for me… for us.”

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Clark is gone for a few hours, or so you guess. The sunlight shifts a little through the windows, at its peak as you estimate about noon. A rush of air signals his return and you stand at the window watching as he drops a whole industrial container in the dirt, at least twenty times his size.

You watch him. It’s unsettling how inhuman his strength is, but what’s more, is how inhuman his mind is. Something’s disjointed in him. That he can justify all he’s done; not just to you but to his own wife, to another human being.

He twists back the bar on the door and cranks it open on its hinges. He goes inside and emerges with another bin matching the blue rubber one in the corner of the front room. He approaches the cabin and lets himself in. He puts down the heaping container.

“Food,” he announces, “I grabbed a few other things but I’ll sort it out. For now…” he stops to brace the back of your head and kisses you, “you can deal with the kitchen.”

He passes you and unhooks the chain from the floor. He leads you as if you’re on a leash into the next room. It’s a large kitchen with wooden counters and a tall faucet over a sink; there’s a fridge and stove, and everything else you could ever need. You can’t believe he’s turned a pile of dirt into all this. It would be impressive if it wasn’t so disorienting.

He hesitates but keeps the links in hand as he guides you onward. He turns back at another door, smiling.

“I did say I’d show you the tub,” he preens, “while you put everything away, I’ll get it working. But you should see…”

He waves you closer as he twists the handle and pushes in the door. You near warily and look around the door frame. There’s a tub against the wooden slats of the wall, a curtain hung around it. It’s big, bigger than yours. The tub you’ll never see again.

You try to smile and your lips quiver. You cover your mouth to hide your despair. You flutter your lashes, desperately holding back your horror. You can’t let him see.

“Honey,” he touches your shoulder as you pull back.

“I’m okay,” you squeak, “I just can’t believe you did all this for me.” To me…

“Of course, I… I’d do anything for you. Don’t you see?”

You nod, gulping down the wave of terror. You fan yourself and face him, hoping he can’t see right through you. Your heart is thumping wildly. Didn’t he say he could hear it?

“I’m just so overwhelmed. No one ever…” you trail off, “Clark, I’m not afraid of you, I’m afraid that… I’m not enough for you.”

His forehead stitches and he tilts his head. A scoff scratches in his throat. Shit, he doesn’t believe you. He drops the chain, the metal clanking loudly on the floor.

“Sweetie, of course you’re enough,” he grabs your hands, making you jolt. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of… I’ve written pages for you. I can’t stop. I just dream of our life together and… you did this. You made me want to make our story more than words. I’m building it around us. All of this.”

He looks up dreamily, “we can live happily ever after. Just us. No one will get in our way.”

“They won’t,” you rasp and you squeeze his hands, legs wobbly as your head spins. “They can’t…”

They won’t find you. They can’t save you. That’s what you really mean. 

He searches your face. You measure your breathing, urging your heart to calm. You cling to him, afraid you might collapse. The crushing weight of surrender lays over your shoulders. You don’t have a choice but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Sweetie,” he lets go of your hands and brings his grip around your waist, “I knew you just had to see what I see. What’s inside my head. That you would get once I made it more than fiction.”

“I do,” you croak, running your hands up his arms and across his chest, “I see it. It’s amazing.”

He leans in, growling over you as he draws you closer. He bends to nuzzle your hair and lets out a hot breath over your scalp. He inhales your scent and sways you. You are nothing, you are thin as air, you dissolve in his arms. 

“I forgive you,” his lips tickle your forehead as he pulls back just a little, “honey, I love you and I forgive you.” His hand slips down your side and his fingers curl beneath the denim of your waistline, “I missed you so much.”

You swallow, eyes welling as you dip your chin, hiding your dread. You caress him through the flannel of his shirt. You know what he wants. All his sweet words only ever lead to pain.

“I missed you too,” you brush your hand up to his neck, feeling how he trembles at your touch. That is your power; you cannot win, but you can survive.

You drop your other hand onto his and pull it away from your waist. You turn, sure to keep your face down, tugging him with you as you approach the counter. You let him go and unbutton your jeans. You bite down on your disgust.

You bare your ass, planting an arm on the counter as you bend against it. You touch your ass and dig your nails into the flesh with a hum. You wiggle your hips at him.

“Please, Clark, you said you miss me, right.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he comes up behind you, placing his hand over yours, groping you around your own, “I’m sorry about last night. I’ll never… I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

He shifts his hand, tickling along your ass, down along the crease, and between your folds. He pushes his fingers against your cunt and you step apart, as far as you can against the restraint of your jeans. You look down as he pokes into you, groaning as he feels you around his knuckles, spreading them so you stretch around him.

You grip the counter and look down at your ankle, the chain hanging there, loose. That’s it. You just have to wait for your chance; maybe not today, but eventually, when his guard is down, when he trusts you. When his delusion is too much to suspect the truth.

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #superman #dc #dcu #fic #dark!fic #dark fic #series #the assistant