#WHAT WAS I THINKING

[poisonedfate]

bbc merlin - 03x04 Gwaine

the way arthur doesn't push as much as he just shoulder bumps merlin, the way merlin starts running before arthur even makes a move, the way arthur only runs about three steps before stopping. intricate rituals etc etc.

#can't believe i left this in my drafts #what was i thinking #bbc merlin #03x04 #merlin #arthur #merthur #s3

[ilovethebittertaste]

when i was 14 my ugw was 50 POUNDS what the fuck was i on

i wanted to die apparently

#ed vent #ed not sherran #tw ana diary #ana bllog #ana trigger #tw ed diet #4norexi4 #low cal restriction #pro recovery #ed meals #i hate everything #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #tw restrictive ed #disordered eating thoughts #tw disordered eating #i want to disappear #disappointment #what the fuck #what was i thinking #i want to ⭐️ve #im going to kms #i wanna lose weight #i will reach my ugw #i wanna be skinnier #i wanna be tiny

[petricorah]

once an anon asked me what i would do a song animatic of and i can't believe i didn't answer with the obviously correct answer: zukka genghis khan by miike snow

#what was i thinking #and the music video is already there for reference #smdh as if i don't have enough projects to do already #BUT ITs PERFECT RIGHT #except zuko wears the phantom of the opera mask on his face #izumi as the kid #i don't think the wife be mai (i love her too much) for her to be the villain. i don't think it fits her #i think it would be some random fire nation noble he was forced into marry for the good of the kingdom

[babylonqaf]

so we all agree that antonio knows about bruno primarily through is work as a rat telenovela writer yes? like kid got his powers and started getting bedtime stories from animals and all the rats just.. re-created the various telenovelas bruno wrote in his isolation. imagine antonio, 5yo, half asleep, "what happens next?" and the rats like "idk bro, Bruno didn't get there yet"

"yeah okay, that makes sense"

"..."

antonio, suddenly fully awake, "hold the fuck up"

#encanto #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #the madrigals #yeah yeah this came out ages ago #but i can't stop thinking about it #and then antonio translates the rats' ideas to bruno who takes their plot ideas SO seriously #like omg ratito you are incredibly right #carmela would never show up at the hospital #what was i thinking #i haven't taken my add meds in a while and it shows

[asmosmainhoe]

I picked up Stardew Valley after a while again and totally forgot about my liked item

#sdv #stardew valley #what was I thinking

[corinnetheanime]

Today I drew Jazz making a ponytail for the 30 minute sketch break. Definitely messier on the first one, but the side profile looks great!

#jazz #danny phantom #artists on tumblr #dannyphantom #jazz fenton #ponytail #fanart #art #dp art #phanart #my art <3 #I’m sorry the first one looks so awkward #I haven’t drawn Jazz in years #what was i thinking

[loveabledustbunny]

Jarchivist being happy because he needs it desperately

#what a giggly little boy #hes secretly made of sunshine and rainbows shhh #jonathan sims #im on like episode 188 i think #i wanna listen to tmagp now waahh #tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the magnus protocol #head archivist of the magnus institute london #what was i thinking

[nikodiangel]

hear me out,

after reading tsc ,

but its Jean and Jeremy

#aftg #tsc #the sunshine court #this was so heartbreaking i need a break from this book #currently gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #all for the game #jeremy knox #jean moreau #what was i thinking #giggling and kicking my legs #my life was changed once i opened that book

[fletchingbrilliant]

It begins

So I've embarked on an insane quest, and have compiled some images of the quest's progress.

Alastor is almost done, I'll be sharing progress on his face and final construction soon, then I'm making his props, then I'm moving on to Angel Dust

#it's literally over 30 inches long #what was I thinking #I also embroidered a face instead of buttons #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin alastor #Alastor #plushies #plush crafting

[sillyrabbit81]

Drunk Sherlock

#henry cavill #henry cavill gifs #henry cavill edit #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes gifs #enola holmes #enola holmes 2 #sillyrabbit81 gifs #rabbitsgifs sherlock #i have no idea why i did this #what was i thinking #i don't know what to do with it #here you have it

[z0mb1e-sl1me]

y’all my old art ate are u fucking fr look at this shit

#i was prolly like ‘omg nooo these suck delete!!’ #boy WHAT #WHAT WAS I THINKING #rotz #art #my art #sketches #reze #csm #reze csm #plague mask

[ilovethebittertaste]

i’m doing 48h f@st wish me luck 🫡

#i want to ⭐️ve #i wanna lose weight #i wanna be skinnier #i want to be skinnier #i wanna be perfect #i want to disappear #i will reach my ugw #i wanna be tiny #i wanna ⭐️ve #why do i do this to myself #idk why #what was i thinking #ed not sherran #ed vent #tw ana diary #tw ed diet #ana bllog #ana trigger #4norexi4 #ed meals #low cal restriction #pro recovery #i hate everything #ed not ed sheeran #ed not sheeren #tw restrictive ed #disordered eating thoughts #tw disordered eating #dont come for me #not diagnosed

[lucadrawss]

The fact that "Ryou Bakura supremacy" is actually a tag on tiktok

AND I FUCKING USED IT T^T

#ryou bakura #yugioh #idk anymore #what was i thinking #am i ok? probably not #these are my kind of people

[maleandroids]

Their dynamic fuels my soul.

#ds9 #star trek #Garashir #My art #I made this during an IMPORTANT class #What was I thinking

[rebouks]

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Transcript:

Ivan: Bet y’never thought you’d end up here, did ya? Bruno: [snorts] No, especially not with you. Ivan: I was plannin’ on keepin’ that part of myself well buried, y’know?

Bruno: I’m glad you changed your mind. Ivan: You changed my mind. Bruno: How?

Ivan: I dunno really, it crept up slowly n’ caught me off guard-.. s’pose I couldn’t help it. Bruno: I half expected you to punch me when I kissed you. Ivan: I might’ve, ‘cept my brain conked out on me.

Bruno: Guess all that blood went elsewhere, huh? Ivan: [laughing] Literally! That night was-… Bruno: The first of many n’ let’s leave it at that, we’re in public.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #ivan harper #bruno clarke #guys plz.. 😳 #sdkjsdjks #aweeeeeee aren't they the cutest #and ivan almost.. YKNOW #;-; #my god #what was i thinking #the most unlikely of soulmates 🦞

[giffenprep]

An Invitation

“Oh, yes, young man. Your imagination is right on point. I absolutely am a strict disciplinarian. I am surprised that my nephew Andrew has not shared any of his bare bottom experiences across my knees. Go ahead and talk to him about it. From there you can make your decision as to whether you would like to visit, misbehave and then have your own tales to share with the other young boys around here. Interested?”

(My apologies to someone - I've lost track of the author of this initial passage)

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Why on earth, I should have asked myself, would I be ‘interested’?  But for some reason I was more than interested, I was fascinated, and then obsessed.  I didn’t really want to ask Andy about it but I did.  When I mentioned his aunt, he only said, “That bitch?  Believe me, I wish she’d never been born.”  I pressed a little but he’d only add, “She’s the meanest lady I’ve ever known, probably who’s ever lived.  And I have to be related to her!”

But visit I did.  Not that I wanted to share tales any more than Andy did.  I was deeply ashamed of my interest but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

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“I don’t really want to misbehave,” I told ‘Aunt’ Edwina.  “I don’t know, it seems…”

“Contrived?” she asked when I couldn’t find the word.

“I was going to say ‘silly’, but yes, that’s even better.”

“Perhaps you’ve already misbehaved,” she suggested.  “Is that why you’re here?”

My knees went weak.  I’d ‘misbehaved’ plenty over the years.  I wouldn’t survive being disciplined for all of it!

“Let’s start with rudeness,” this stern woman decided.  “Have you been rude to someone?  Your mother, perhaps?”

I felt like crying.  Yes, I’d been rude to her plenty of times.  “Yes, ma’am,” I mumbled.

“I don’t abide rudeness.  You have manners, clearly, and you should use them.  With your mother in particular.”  When I didn’t respond (I was too afraid to) she continued, “Has she punished you appropriately for it?”

“Sometimes she speaks to me about it,” I admitted.  “Usually she just lets it slide.”

“That doesn’t sound effective,” I was told, “Which is most likely why you’ve done it repeatedly.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure you’re right.”

“Let’s deal with that, then.  I suspect that will be enough progress for one day,” she intoned ominously.

With that she confiscated my trousers and led me to a desk.  While I bent over it, terrified, she produced a hairbrush.

“We’ll start with where you sit.  That will be the easiest to remember,” she explained.  The next time you think of being rude to your mother, you can think of this and realize how little you want to have to tell me of your backsliding.”

Then she began a ferocious attack on my bare thighs, scalding them with her hairbrush.  My tears of fear and self-pity became sobs of pain. 

“Please!  Please!  I’ll be good!” I promised desperately.

“I don’t doubt you will be,” she agreed calmly.  But the assault went on.  The pain was insane, beyond belief!  Sobs exploded from me with every new stroke.

At last it was over and she stopped, but only for a moment.  “Now you’re ready for a proper spanking,” she announced before resuming the battering, on my ass this time.  Again I pleaded, again I promised, again she expressed confidence in my future behavior, all the while continuing those terrible smacks.  I couldn’t even form words, only sounds that begged for mercy.

After she stopped (at long, long last!) she kept her hand on my back, holding me in place as I shook and worried that there was more to come.  I lay there like that for a while, shaking and sobbing.  Finally, she said I could stand and move to the corner to compose myself.  She positioned me with my hands on my head.  I was waving my blistered backside around but she took no heed.

When I calmed down sufficiently, she offered me a cup of tea.  I had to kneel to drink it, since she was sitting (which I couldn’t) and didn’t want me ‘looming over her’.  “I trust you’ll be more careful about your rudeness?” she asked and I assured her that I would be.

As I prepared to leave, she asked, “Is this a good time for you?”  I didn’t have to pretend not to know what she meant.  “You will be back here in two weeks, is that understood?  I take it that 10 AM is a convenient time?”

“Yes, Ms. Edwina,” I said without even thinking.  Or maybe I was too scared to.

“Good.  I expect that you have other behaviors that need discouraging.  Misbehaviors, that is.”

My tears began to leak a bit and I felt the need to pee, though I’d done so when I’d arrived.

“Am I right?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, knowing the consequences.

“I shall see you then, then,” she said, leading me to the door.  Once there, she turned me to her.  “You’re a brave boy, and we shall have you acting properly.”  With that she pulled my face down and kissed my forehead.

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I wish I could say that that was my worst-ever spanking from her or at least typical but several of my visits (yes, I kept going back) started out that way and then, after a long period of ‘thinking time’ facing the corner, I’d be put back in position for a long leathering to ‘spank the lesson home’.  Of course by then my underpants would routinely come down, costing me whatever scant protection they had first offered.  Still, I had learned to sit on the train for the ride home without actually crying.

One trip my confession was having looked too long at a woman who was showing more cleavage and thigh than she intended.  Before meeting Ms. Edwina I would have considered myself lucky but now I knew that I’d have to pay for not looking away.

“Is it fair to say that you stared?” my disciplinarian asked, and all I could do is nod.  “And what is it that you stared at?”

“Her, um, leg, I could see.  She was squatting down and her dress, well, I could see her, her thigh,” I confessed.  “And her,” I paused, searching for a genteel word, “Her bosom, as she bent forward, her brassiere and…”

“Her cleavage?” I was asked.

“Yes, Ms. Edwina, it was exposed.”

“And you didn’t look away.  Even though you knew you should.”

“No, ma’am, I, um, didn’t.  I’m very sorry about the whole thing.”

“I should think you would be.  Tell me, was this what I would call a ‘trashy’ dress, that she was wearing, that showed so much of her?”

I blushed deeply.  “No, ma’am.  It was a church dress, I guess you’d call it.”

“And,” I said.

“Oh?  There’s more?” Ms. Edwina growled, causing my butt to tighten.

“It was all because she was fiddling with her baby, she had one of baby carriers, she’d set it on the floor…”

Ms. Edwina looked at me, her temper rising.  She said nothing.

“Pants down,” she said at last, breaking the merciless silence.  She left the room only to return with a cane, something she’d only threatened me with before.

“Let’s just be sure that you’re as sorry as you say,” she suggested.

“You are unfamiliar with the cane, are you not?” she asked with exaggerated formality.  “I, on the other hand, am particularly familiar with it and you will feel that you are, as well, before I’ve finished.  Long before I’ve finished, in fact!”  She seemed to be looking forward with great excitement and enthusiasm to demonstrating her expertise and defending this anonymous woman’s honor.

I could not have taken my position with any more trepidation than I was feeling and she proceeded to justify my every fear.

“When I think of that poor woman, a new mother, just wanting to look nice one morning a week, stopping for a cup of tea,” she intoned (this had happened in a tea shop), “Only to find herself ogled, stared at, quite rudely, as she struggled…”

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2 captions just above from @spanked2realtears

last photo from @carabonnysblog

#what was I thinking #harsh #asking for it #post