#I honestly don't know how to tag this

[savrenim]

#tumblr polls #polls #gender #I honestly don't know how to tag this #other than y'all please have fun with it I spent the last week and a half debating the options with my housemate #the tumblr fandom #hope no one gets stabbed in this senate #please feel free to reblog and/or fight in the tags of what more options should have been #I had a really fun time with this

[happybird16]

Sometimes it feels like those around you, those whom you consider your 'friends', expect you to fit into this tiny little box and they get so upset with you when you can't squeeze yourself in. It's even sadder when you try to meet their expectations, to squeeze yourself in for their sake, but there's only so much you can do. There's only so much you can contort yourself to fit in with their perception of you. If you find yourself cutting off parts of who you are to meet their image of you, perhaps they’re not truly deserving of you.

Prioritize yourself. Those pieces that they don't like might be small, they might be little things that you could potentially change, but they're a part of you. A part of you that they'd rather whither off and die than encourage to grow and bloom. Don’t let that confinement stifle your creativity; don’t let their expectations become a coffin for your individuality.

#tw; vent #advice #i honestly don't know how to tag this

[andithiel]

Harry Potter and the Quest for the Faulty Vibrator

Drarry | 9k | Explicit

Tags: EWE, PWP, auror trainers, magical sex toys, accidental edging, getting a toy stuck inside, magically powerful Harry, wandless magic, anal fingering, out of medical necessity, kissing, anal sex, probably ill advised considering the situation, both are too horny to care, explicit consent, enthusiastic consent, bottoming from the top, Harry has the patience of an angel, ust, rst, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, aftercare of sorts, getting together

Summary: When Pansy Parkinson talks Harry into going to Malfoy’s flat to help him with an emergency, Harry’s not entirely sure what to find. It’s definitely not a naked Malfoy needing help retrieving a magical vibrator stuck in his arse.

A/N: Oh. My GOD! This took me so effin long to write and it's finally done! I'm not including any excerpt because I've left multiple snips when writing this. Thank you so much to my 3 lovely betas @sleepstxtic, @nefariousfairybread and Dromikins who looked this over for me and made me feel like a rockstar, you're the best.

Read on AO3

#drarry #drarry fic #sex toys gone rogue #pwp #accidental edging #wandless magis as a turn on #ust #rst #i honestly don't know how to tag this #enjoy i guess! #andithielwrites

[pup-void]

Thinking about vampires. Thinking about wanting to be bitten by a vampire. Thinking about wanting to be a vampire. Thinking about biting someone's neck. Thinking about biting someone's neck during sex. Thinking about biting someone's neck as they cum.

#I honestly don't know how to tag this #ftm nsft #t4t nsft #trans nsft #t4t ns/fw

[krakenartificer]

Tumblr gave me a notification saying I've made 100 posts and thus qualify for a "makes a lot of posts" badge that I could display next to my name and

a) the "toddler who can't actually count but knows that one hundred is a Big Number" energy is enormous. I am actively resisting the urge to find a way to message staff with "That's very good! You're a good noticer! Do you want to color now?"

b) in order to display this badge I would have to not display my Important Rainbow Checkmarks which, um. No? Why would I want to advertise that I've spent enough time on Tumblr to make 100 posts, when I could instead advertise that I'm a savvy shopper who got a better deal on my checkmarks than Twitter users?

#oh tumblr #I honestly don't know how to tag this #hellsite (affectionate and derogatory)

[athena5898]

People misunderstand what hope is. They think it's some feeling that only happens when things are going your way. That unless you have that good feeling, then there is no point and all is lost. It's also why people who think those who do things or that are seemingly hopeful for "no reason" are naive.

If you never do anything you will never feel hope.

Hope is not something you can just wait around for. It is a virtue, it is something that you must cultivate. It's spite, in the face of oppression. It's care for those around you. It's imagining and working towards a better world.

Hope, real honest hope, is revolutionary

#hope #I honestly don't know how to tag this #it kinda fits into a lot of things #I guess here are the things i had to cultivate hope for #autism #adhd #trans rights #anarchism #I could go on #Realized trying to list this out #it's in everything

[gaelic-diary-holder-returns]

New Tag Game - Your FriendGroupsona

So I saw this post HERE that was originally making fun of these kids for being edgy teens who played pretend, but you know I bet everyone on this website was an edgy teen who played pretend so I made my own FriendGroupsona.

Real Life Picture of Yourself Dressed Like An Edgy Teen Is Not Required Obviously But Imagination Is

Tamlyn - The mystery man knows a fairy tale for every occasion because of his pact with the Fae and can offer entertainment and wisdom, despite the leather jacket can't afford a motorcycle and sometimes cries about it.

tagging @antagonistchan, @automaton-otto @ladylilithprime and @dark-gamer-kitsune because I have a feeling you guys would find this tag game cool lol

#Tag Game #I honestly don't know how to tag this #also this is the first selfie I've taken in years and it honestly turned out good

[chibifox2002]

Here's these two goobers pharmacy building!

(might add/change some things about it in the future but rn I don't mind because it's been sitting in my art app for several days at this point...)

#multiverse pharmacy #welcome home au #i guess??? #I honestly don't know how to tag this #Dr. Nancy #howdy pillar

[stickbug-made-entirely-of-spite]

Hi, friends! I hope you're all doing alright ^-^

I might not be posting very much for a little while, I'm dealing with a lot of stuff right now and I can't really see myself finding the energy to draw

That being said, I honestly don't know how everything is gonna play out. It might be like I just said, or I might actually end up posting a lot more than usual as a bit of escapism lol

What I do know is that I don't have it in me to work on requests right now. I'm sorry to anyone who is waiting on a drawing from me, but any art I make for the foreseeable future will be completely self-indulgent, if I make any at all

I figured I should say something before potentially disappearing for a little while, just in case there actually is anyone who looks forward to the next post from my silly little blog lol

My DM's are still 100% open of course <3, I just think I need a minute away from posting ^-^

I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day 🧡

Yours truly, Stickbug 🪲

#i honestly don't know how to tag this #it probably doesn't even need tags tbh #I'll spare you the crappy details #things are just looking pretty bleak right now #that's all #I'll be alright though #love you all #^-^🧡 #i'll be back #so don't think you're rid of me just yet >:] #and I have my cayenne hot chocolate to cheer me up #so I don't want anyone worrying about little me

[insanesquash]

I just discovered something...

Do you know the feeling when you have to pee so you sit down and try to hold it in then you grind you hips on whatever you sitting on. And that's feel so good, so you keep going..

I think i have a piss kink

#i honestly don't know how to tag this #piss k!nk

[dropthedemiurge]

where the fuck do i live and what is even happening in this country ajsdhfkjsldfh

it is really an awful reality - but damn, the furries really didn't get scared and instead chased the gangster away

that's. so admirable.

russian fandom people are a force to be reckoned with lmao

just recently we had an anime fan movement that beaten back their bullies -- that even the government saw this and called them a dangerous organisation lol

#russia #i honestly don't know how to tag this #furry #furries #you go guys #also the dude was detained and i hope he suffers for such awful violence #every furry on that meeting deserves a reward tho

[nelyos-right-hand]

"Followers and likes don't define how popular you are because people on the internet aren't your real friends, they don't know you and won't be there for you when you need help."

You are absolutely, 100% right, online friendships couldn't ever replace real friends, but there's also something incredibly beautiful about how you meet random people on the internet who you know literally nothing about, but you still somehow bond over the films, the characters or the music you like. You probably aren't from the same country or culture and probably don't know the same languages, but you still respect each other and compliment each other through likes and comments. You don't know anything about each other, you don't know what they look like, but you still smile when you see that they have posted another chapter or video or whatever, and if they do ever reveal something about their personal life, you commit it to your memory so you know this foreign person a little bit better.

People from the internet can't replace real life friends, but internet-communities create something beautiful by having complete strangers interacting with each other and creating a mutual respect regardless of politics, culture and origin.

#i honestly don't know how to tag this #internet #fandoms #??? #my post

[contac]

#i honestly don't know how to tag this #vhs #gif #robot toy? #1986

[ace-wangxian]

Absolutely buckwild dreams I've been having but the one that sticks to me the most is the time I dreamt I was Bingqiu's wedding planner and was following an inconsolable Luo Binghe around on the verge of tears myself because we couldn't find Shen Qingqiu.

The second dream involved Hualian and myself in a cave and I really did not see how I was going to get out of there alive so I just woke up

#i honestly don't know how to tag this #svsss #scum villans self saving system #the wedding planner dream had more details #i remember thinking that Binghe looked unfairly pretty because he had like red wedding robes and white flowers braided in his hair #but that was overlooked because i was panicking that he would destroy the venue and i wouldn't get paid because we couldn't find sqq #the desperation i felt was so real i still remember when i was reassuring him VERY awkwardly that sqq did in fact love him #the hualian dream was shorter #i just remember looking directly at hc's our eyes meeting ans i knew that i wouldn't get out of there alive #not without massive debt anyways and student debt is already a bitch #just noped out of there so fast i don't want to dream ever again #these two dreams happened in two different days but on the same week btw #oh yeah but we did find sqq at the end and they got married i woke up before i got paid and the disappointment i felt was very real

[moa-sting]

my first novella is available for purchase! Apollo Weeps is a modern-day retelling of the Phantom of the Opera set in a small Iowa, where one family's generational trauma haunts the production of a new play.

Owl, a non-binary Chinese adoptee, returns to their Iowan hometown to write a feature article about their friend and high school crush, Maddie Grey, whose family had been a part of the local historic theater since its inception. While they initially focus on Sarah Garden, the town’s local diva and Maddie’s grandmother, their attention becomes increasingly drawn to the other side of the family: Daniel Grey, a passing Black actor who died under mysterious circumstances, and his son Mason, who Sarah Garden raised alongside her own daughter.

This novella is an exploration of unrequited high school love, of being non-white in a small Midwestern town, and how the observer is sucked into the narrative. There's also a reference to multiple Sondheim musicals, and one ALW musical (but it isn't Phantom).

#apollo weeps #i honestly don't know how to tag this

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 41

(OOC: There's a little bit of angst and dysfunctional parent-child relationships in this one.)

Read the full log on Ao3.

I have finally returned to the afterlife. I would like to say that I departed from my mother on good terms. Unfortunately, we had a rather acrimonious argument shortly before she exorcised me. The trouble is I’m not even entirely sure how it came about.

I woke up earlier than my fellow Imperials after Max pushed me off the bed in his sleep. I can scarcely blame him. That bed was much too small. So, I went downstairs and found my mother already awake.

I started telling her about what happened on Exegol. She seemed to be paying very little attention, frankly, being much too occupied with her Axxilan morning soap opera. However, when I mentioned that the Emperor asked me to command his nonfunctional fleet of frozen Star Destroyers, she suddenly became very excited and insisted that I must accept the offer.

I told her that I have no desire to lead a fleet under the Emperor’s command ever again. Firstly, the Star Destroyers he has acquired have been damaged beyond repair by the ice. Secondly, I must confess that my love for the Empire did not extend to love for Palpatine’s military strategy, especially in the twilight of the Imperial Era. Many of his ideas frankly made very little sense, and if I mustered up the courage to inquire for clarification, he would simply cackle and ramble about how everything was going as he had foreseen.

However, my mother refused to accept this answer and preceded to berate me for turning down a “great opportunity”.

“All this time I thought that our chances of restoring the Sith Empire were dashed the moment you crashed that ship of yours over Endor,” she said. “Now, you’ve been given the perfect opportunity to make it right, and you’re going to simply loaf around in the afterlife?”

 “I can assure you that there won’t be any loafing under Grand Moff Tarkin’s command,” I told her. “Truly, I work very hard to haunt the Rebellion and drag their souls into the void. I scarcely have any time to myself outside of that, mother. I have neither the time nor the desire to assume command on Exegol.”

The row only got more heated after that. Eventually, I got frustrated and asked her why she expected me of all people to restore the “Sith Empire” (whatever her conceptions of that may be, as they clearly differ from my definition of the Galactic Empire). She then told me something that left me more confused than angry:

“Because you had so much potential, Firmus. Your father being as Force-null as he is, I didn’t expect any of you to be Force-sensitive, of course. But you were the closest out of all your siblings.”

I then sarcastically asked her whether she meant to imply that I was Force sensitive.

“Of course not, Firmus,” she said. “And I don’t care for the attitude. You’re not Force-sensitive, but as I always said, you’re sensitive and that’s closer than any of your siblings ever were. That’s why I’ve always had such high hopes for you…”

“Well, if that’s true, you never did show it,” I told her. “And it’s a little late to start now. So, why don’t we get on with this exorcism, and then I can go back to perpetually disappointing you in death just as I did in life?”

Now, in retrospect, I will admit that wasn’t a very nice thing to say and I regret it now. We scarcely talked after that. My mother was very quiet for the rest of the morning. She didn’t even bother to berate Jerjerrod for being a bad influence, which means she must have been feeling very down. Afterwards, she conducted the exorcism fairly quickly. We did say goodbye and I told her I’d speak with her during our next séance but that felt insufficient.

Upon returning to the afterlife, I immediately retreated to my pocket dimension. Grand Moff Tarkin attempted to confront me about my unexplained leave (apparently my nephew nearly created an interdimensional fire while I was away) but for the first time in my life, I simply ignored him. I’ll pay for it later, but that’s a problem for another day.

Max found me eventually. Well, I suppose if I didn’t want to be found, I ought to have picked a less predictable hiding spot or created a new pocket dimension. At first, he attempted to cheer me up by telling me jokes about the futility of Rebel shield generators. However, for once, I actually wasn’t in the mood. The COMPNOR bulletins lied. There are some things you can’t fix with laughing about the downfall of the Rebellion.

“Family’s always difficult, Firmus,” Max said eventually. “It’s just part of having one.”

We talked for a while like that. I will not share all of it for the sake of sparing the reader the awkwardness. I will admit, neither of us are very used to discussing messy things like family and emotions. Usually, I just find a secluded corner and stare despairingly at the stars, ruminating about everything that’s going wrong in my existence. Max usually keeps his emotions bottled up and then unleashes all his rage in a devastating offensive against the Rebels, which was admittedly highly useful for the Empire. However, I can see how talking through things may be beneficial under some circumstances.

“You should try to talk to her,” Max advised me. “Can’t say it’ll be pleasant. Stars know it hasn’t been pleasant the couple times I’ve tried to talk to Zev. But it’ll be worse if you don’t.”

“You sound like Needa,” I said. “But I suppose I’ll entertain the thought.”

I haven’t quite decided what I shall do about this latest issue with my mother or Emperor Palpatine’s frozen fleet. I haven’t felt so dejected since Lord Vader choked Captain Needa and immediately turned around to threaten me. In fact, I daresay, I would prefer an encounter with Lord Vader to my current predicament.

-Admiral Piett

#posthumous log #crack treated seriously #firmus piett #admiral piett #veers x piett #ships in the admiral's fleet #it's rough when your mom is a retired Sith Lord #I honestly don't know how to tag this