#but with love

[hmmm-shesucks]

The night before Andrew’s first pro game, he receives a box from a company he is intimately familiar with. Pretty pink calligraphy branding the pristine white box with Allison’s fashion logo. It’s a rather large box, and Andrew is expecting the worst, like bright pink pompoms, but when he opens it, there are several neatly folded piles of silky material—armbands.

The first pair in each bundle is a simple black, but as he goes through them, he finds the colors changing, colors matching his new uniforms, colors Andrew would never usually wear but was informed he’d have to during specific months of the year.

At the bottom of the box lay three pairs with a note labeling them “custom.” The first pair was all black, except for a small dagger on the insides of both wrists. The second set is similar in color, except when they catch the light, subtle color shines through. A stupid rainbow. The last set Andrew knows Neil must have had something to do with as they are bright orange and white, tiny little fox paws on the insides of both wrist.

There are two of each pair, thirty pairs total. At the bottom of the box is a note branded with Allison’s logo but also a tiny kangaroo, one that is also branded just above the elbow on every sleeve.

“First look at the new sports line. I call this one Rew.”

Andrew hates her, but he plays his first game, ensuring Allison’s logo is always visible.

#I hc that Allison calls Andrew Rew #at first just to piss him off but eventually because she loves him #and because he's small like roo from Winnie the Pooh :’) #in retaliation Andrew calls her Sonny with an annoying Boston accent #Allison and Andrew are bestie #i'll die on this hill #they hate each other #but with love #all for the game #aftg #allison reynolds #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick #dan wilds #matt boyd #renee walker #foxhole court #psu foxes #the foxhole court

[aws-art]

Genji has a message for you ❤️

#he still will need healing #but with love #genji #genji shimada #genji overwatch #overwatch #overwatch 2 #ow #overwatch fanart #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #art

[celery-town]

Hello my dear, since you seem rather busy to design a makeup look for yourself, I took it upon myself to do it for you! Now your outfit shall look properly finished, mhm?

@the-sixth-article

#sorry colin baker ily. also ngl the makeup kinda slaps #dw rp #ainley!master rp #6th doctor slander #but with love

[frickityfrackityfuckingshit]

Some fics, kudos isn’t enough. I need to reach through the page and throttle the author.

#fanfic #fanfiction #it’s like #cuteness aggression #but with love

[lithium-io]

Hero x Villain

In which the Villain day lights as the hero agency’s secretary… and is constantly flirting with Hero.

Hero thinks Secretary!Villain is attractive, but we all know who really has their heart….

#hero x villain #writers on tumblr #enemies to lovers #prompts #hero x supervillain #villain x hero #love triangle #but with a twist #but with love #i want to write #but will i?

[wrathofrats]

trans ifrit is real and true in my heart but consider. small dick ifrit

Hi I’ve been considering this for much longer than is normal

I threw my favorite whore in here as I usually do

Dick shaming, degro, humiliation , overstim, Swiss is mean and ifrits pathetic, I’m having a great time idk. Yes there’s aftercare Swiss isn’t a monster

Or Swiss finally gets his hands on ifrit and sees what he’s working with (:

-

Swiss doesn’t know how he didn’t get his hands on ifrit sooner.

He doesn’t even take much convincing, just a couple of looks from Swiss has him ready to follow him upstairs to his bedroom, letting the multi ghoul practically pounce on him.

Swiss shoves him onto the mattress, giving him almost no time to sit up before he’s climbing into his lap and tearing at their shirts. Anything to get his mouth on his skin.

The thought had been on his mind for weeks. Tall, broad, muscular. Oh the things Swiss thinks ifrit could do to him have had him quickly jacking himself off in his bedroom at night for the past couple days with ifrit's name hissed off of his tongue.

Their hips slide together effortlessly, Swiss sucking and biting over every inch of exposed skin, desperately trying to get as close as possible.

“Fuck- slow down spark, I’ll give you what you want” ifrit chuckles. He grabs Swiss roughly, attempting to at least slow him down so they both don’t ruin the moment before it starts.

“Need to feel you- been thinking about it for days ifs” Swiss pants, worked himself up enough he's sure he’s already leaking into his boxers.

“Days? Tell me what you’ve been thinking about then baby” ifrits hands are in Swiss’s locs, holding his head steady where he kisses and moans along his neck.

“Want you to ruin me, hold me down make me your whore, fuck- I’ll take anything you give me, need you to fucking ruin me” Swiss pants, high and slutty. Ifrit forces his head away from his neck. Swiss’ chin is covered in his own drool from just grinding and fantasizing, his hair is a mess and he just looks ruined before they’ve even begun.

“Go on then, take what you want sparklet”

Hands are on him immediately, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. Swiss stares wide eyed at his work, black surrounded by a small ring of gold. He roughly grabs the waistband of his jeans and undresses him in one swift movement.

“Oh-“ swiss stops. He doesn’t mean to stare. He really doesn’t mean to laugh but-

“What?” Ifrit blushes. He draws his knees up a bit to hide himself before Swiss forces them down again. His grip on ifrits thighs is bruising, pulling his legs apart with a condescending smile on his face. It’s embarrassing, ifrit trying to squirm to hide himself from being so exposed.

“You thought you could fuck me with that?” Swiss tries to stifle the chuckle in his voice.

“I- yeah I just-“ ifrit stutters in defense

“You let me sit and slut myself out on your lap for this? Oh ifrit I don’t even think it’ll show out the top if I wrap my hand around it”

Swiss takes ifrit in his fist, looking more amused than he should when just the head peeks out. It’s cute, no more than 3 inches, a pretty flushed shade of red when he’s hard like this. Shiny and leaking and sensitive and Swiss really can’t help himself.

“Awe-“ he coos “you thought you could ruin me with this?”

Ifrit tries not to moan at forceful grip, “I just- you asked me to fuck you-“ ifrit stammers

“Oh baby, I asked you to ruin me. Can’t do that if I can’t even feel it. Probably don’t even need to prep myself”

Swiss rids himself of the rest of his clothing under ifrits ashamed gaze. Mostly watching meekly to see what he will do next, doesn’t dare put his legs back together to hide himself. His face burns when Swiss undresses, seeing him hard in front of him. Hes bigger, thicker, and wanted ifrit to fuck him and ifrit just feels embarrassed by it.

“I was right, I can barely feel it in me” Swiss smiles again, sitting on ifrits cock. It’s enough to fill him slightly, not having been stretched prior, but for ifrit it’s enough to have him trying to buck up into Swiss’ tight hole. It doesn’t do much, Swiss instead letting him have his moment trying desperately to fuck into Swiss. His eyes are screwed shut, sweating, Swiss being tight and hot around him.

“Too much? Don’t tell me you’re getting anything from this wildfire….”

“Shut up just-“ ifrit reaches to grip Swiss’ hips

“You’re not actually getting close from this are you? Promised to make me your whore and you’re barely coherent just from me sitting on your cock”

“No im not please let me-“ ifrit humps into him

“Shame. If you can’t satisfy me I’ll have to get something that will” Swiss reaches from his position into his bedside table. He grabs his lube and one of his toys. It’s about average, something comfortable for him, silicon and purple.

Ifrit watches as lube runs down his fingers, Swiss reaching behind himself to try and stretch enough to take ifrit and the toy.

It’s a fucking sight, ifrit doesn’t know he’s able to control himself. Watching Swiss finger himself open on his cock, lithe body leaned back so he can see everything, and god he still has that stupid smirk on his face and ifrit can’t believe he’s able to stay even semi coherent.

The fit is tight, much tighter than Swiss would ever admit but he nudges the vibrator in next to ifrit, moaning at the stretch. He feels full, enough to almost shut his brain off from the sensation,

For ifrit it’s a lot, already close before Swiss even started and he’s been on the edge for minutes just watching him and trying not to embarrass himself further than he already has.

“Better not be close yet wildfire, I’m nowhere near done with you”

Ifrit almost screams when swiss turns the vibrator on, “Swiss it’s- fuck too much-“

“Don’t care, you promised to ruin me didn’t you? I’m just making sure you follow through”

“No swiss I won’t last please-“

“Shame.”

The condescending tone is enough to put ifrit right over the edge, cumming inside Swiss and biting down so hard on his tongue he can taste blood. It’s a blissful feeling, the vibrator around his cock working him through it.

Until it’s too much, until ifrit comes down and realizes with horror that Swiss isn’t stopping.

“Baby it’s too much it hurts I’m sorry” ifrit whimpers out pathetically, trying to get away from the sensation. He wiggles under swiss, trying to separate his overstimulated cock from the vibrator but he can’t, his vision crosses, tears in his eyes and hopes Swiss will be done soon.

“You can be done once I cum, be good ifrit, sit still” Swiss leans forward to shove his chest into the mattress. Swiss’s own voice wavers, trying to hold onto his own threads of control.

“Close, you’ll be ok, be good- fuck you’re doing so good”

Swiss grinds down hard and fast, bouncing on the two cocks splitting him open. He smiles even more as he sees a tear leave ifrits eyes, small pathetic sounds leaving his mouth every time Swiss moves.

It doesn’t take much, the combined sensations catapulting Swiss over the edge much quicker than usual but to ifrit in his state it feels like hours.

Swiss cums hard over ifrits chest with a curse, riding him through his own orgasm. His nails dig into ifrits skin, almost going boneless and collapsing into him.

“You ok?” Swiss finally mumbles out when he gets the energy, wincing as the vibration comes out with a pop.

“M fine, tired” ifrit practically whispers.

Swiss slowly slides himself off of ifrit, retreating to grab a washcloth to clean him up. The mixture of cum and lube on him is no doubt uncomfortable.

“You did great” Swiss laughs sweetly at him, running the warm rag over his skin “think that may have been too much even for me”

“Yeah?” Ifrit smiles

“May have been a bit much when I first took you, just got power hungry”

Ifrit laughs at him, leaning up to give him a chaste kiss.

“You’re a freak”

“You’re perfect you know that?”

Ifrit blushes and rolls his eyes

“Just get back in bed, I’m tired”

#good afternoon whores #it’s dick shaming time #but with love #cw size shaming #cw degradation #cw overstim #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #ifrit ghoul

[mintchocobeans]

Girlfriends

here I was, questioning my existence, when i didn't even realise its (they're) walking along with me.

female friendships are so deep and fixated, they're so pure and so lovely. They keep me up till sunrise, make me smile when I don't have it in me to shine. Angels sent from heaven to heal me, every time, i look out for the divine, i always realise, i have them, they're mine.

you heal me.

I love them so much. so fucking much I'm crying. they give me a reason to live when I see everything crashing down. They push me up, in tiny tiny huge ways. I think I've grown so much, when they have practically raised me. Be it a stranger from the internet or the girl who saved me a seat when we were tiny. They are, and always will be, my lords, my amighty.

"Stranger" seems like such an offensive word to say to these princesses,

when they have felt like my safe spaces

before I even realized they really were, are, and forever will be the reason of my existence.

YOU are the cause of my existence.

They've healed the scars they never even created,

they've held me close every time I was mistreated,

reminded me I don't deserve to be hated,

but rather a canvas, waiting to be painted.

I see the love, time and effort they've dedicated,

Oh, the grace in which my angels have operated.

Every word, emotion, sincerity they've collated,

to love me, my dear, I'm serenaded.

❤️‍🩹

i love you. oh, so much. every one of you, every bit of you. I'm proud of you <3

@safedpasta @cafffeineconnoisseur @pragyawrites

ps: I do not know how to poem but I poemed 😭❤️‍🩹

#love #healing #female friendship #girlfriends #i love them #i'm just a girl #poem #absolute insanity #but with love #girl crying #girlblogging #i love you #i love her #mintchocobeans #pink #pyaar #Spotify

[mjn-air]

Today I found Sheep draught excluders

are we sure the shop didn't misspell "Sheep Herc excluders"

#cabin pressure #we all know Carolyn did put these in front of the door around Herc's birthday so she could hide his presents in that room #on this blog we sheep-shame herc #but with love

[plantsjustwannahavefun]

"Why don't you think Ed has done enough to apologise and mend this relationship with the crew? Why can't he just be happy now after all he's been through? Why do you want him to suffer more?"

Because I love him. Because I want the characters I love to deserve good things. Happy endings only feel rewarding when they feel earned. How can anyone look at all those beautiful moments Ed had with the crew in the beginning of S01E10 and not want him to be able to have that again? How can anyone think whatever fragile grudging truce he has with the crew right now even comes close? The crew loved him at the end of S1, before he turned Kraken. They gave him the same affection and support they gave Izzy in S2. And then he fucked it up. Because his past traumas led him to incredibly self-sabotaging patterns. But the crew was traumatised as a result, too. So now he's got to fix this.

That's why I don't see the S2 finale as a happy ending for Ed, only an interlude. I really, really hope the writers meant it that way too, because hasn't OFMD always been about the found family too, not just romantic love? I've always hated the idea that romantic love alone can fix you. I don't want Ed to live happily ever solely because of Stede's love. I want him to rediscover his community. I want him to build relationships he actually has to put some work into as opposed to effortlessly slide into because Stede loves him unconditionally. If S3 won't end with Ed having at least the same relationship with the crew he had in S1 or ideally better, I think it won't send the right message.

#ofmd critical #but with love #because I still love this show so much #I want it to fulfil its potential #become the show it's promised to become #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2

[sp4mja]

Best friends and twins :')

#qsmp #UHGUHGUHGUHG I LOVE THEM THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS EVERYTHING TO ME #they beat the shit out of each other everytime they see each other #but with love #fran.txt

[dyrewrites]

"Slam him against the wall, but sexy."

"He's shorter than him though, how does that work?"

"He's also stronger, and it doesn't have to make sense to be sexy."

"But-"

"Slam him against the wall."

#talking to myself #writing rambles #this keeps happening #i just slam men into things #but with love

[autisticlancemcclain]

Sleeping has never been easy for Lance. Even as a baby – Mamá had told him that it was a rare night that he slept more than three hours. That followed him all throughout childhood and teenhood, too. He has several specific memories of sneaking out in the dead of night to collect shells that were abundant after the tide pulled in during the early hours of the morning. It’s not that he never sleeps, or anything – usually he makes himself lie in bed for at least 8 hours, so he’s at least rested. 

But sometimes he’s just bored. And fucking around at night is fun! It’s so quiet and still, it makes everything feel like an adventure. 

Tonight, especially, there’s no chance of him staying in bed and doing nothing. There’s no chance of sleep, either – he’s too excited! In – he checks his watch – ten minutes, he turns eighteen. An adult! In the eyes of the law! Yeah, sure, he’s in actual space fighting a literal war, so it doesn’t matter at all, but still. He’s allowed to be excited. 

He taps his hands erratically, humming to himself, trying to pass the time. After what feels like ten minutes, or close to it, he checks his watch again, and – aw, man. It’s only been thirty-four seconds. 

He stands up, spinning around until he makes himself dizzy, collapsing in a pile of giggles on the floor. He lies flat on his back and waits until the room stops spinning, and then some. He checks his watch again. 

Nine more minutes until midnight. 

Seriously? he thinks, Is time passing extra slowly tonight, or something?

He stands back up, jumping and hopping around, trying to think of something fun (or at least minorly amusing) he can do for nine minutes. In the end he decides on just parkouring around the bridge, leaping over chairs and doing cool run-flips off the wall. At one point he tries to use the corner of the wall to vault up to the ceiling, even though he knows it’s futile. He does not reach the ceiling (as it is something like 100 feet up in the air), but he does manage to get high enough that it hurts a little when he falls down, which is dope. (The footprint he leaves about 20 feet up the wall is less dope, and he is going to safely blame it on Keith as soon as possible).

After what he feels is at least ten-ish minutes of dicking around, he checks his watch and is delighted to find that he’s correct – fifteen seconds to midnight! Fifteen seconds until he’s eighteen! He starts counting down aloud, in the quietest whisper he can currently manage at this level of excited (which, honestly, is not that quiet, but if him jumping off the walls didn’t wake the team up then he’s probably fine).

“...Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! ONE!” 

As soon as the last count is out of his mouth, before he even has the breath to cheer, a video pops up in front of him. 

Lance blinks. “Huh?”

The video is staticky for a second, millions of black and white dots covering the hologram-screen thingy (Altean tech is wack, man). It goes on for a few more seconds, enough that Lance can feel some pressure building behind his eyes, but luckily the static blips away just before a headache starts to form. In place of the static, there’s a man. Lance squints. 

Wait.

“Luis?”

The man in the video chuckles, and Lance startles, just now realising that it is a video call.

“I’m not Luis,” says the man, and Lance’s jaw drops, because he knows that voice, even if it’s a little deeper than he’s used to.

“Me?!”

The man – Lance! Older Lance! – laughs again, smiling brightly, and that’s himself, alright. Lance knows what his own damn smile looks like. 

“Yep. I’m future you.” Future Him winks. “Pretty hot, huh?”

Lance tilts his head, considering. Future Him smirks and allows it. 

Honestly...yeah. He kind of kills it. His face is still pretty and angular, his eyes as brown as ever, and his smile looks the same – but there are definitely some changes. Apparently he goes for a sort-of undercut, in the future, and he has a wicked scar across his left eye. He really does look like his brother, too, only way prettier (sorry, Luis).

“Yeah,” Lance agrees after a few seconds of inspection, “we’re still hot.”

Future Him winks one more time, before his expression drops into something much more serious. 

“I didn’t actually call you just to give you a peek of your future serve –”

“Yeah, no shit.”

Future Him ignores that particular comment, although Lance is satisfied to see the corner of his mouth twitch in the way Lance knows damn well means he’s trying not to laugh. 

“– I came here to warn you.”

Lance panics immediately, dashing to his chair in the bridge, preparing to pull the alarm and wake the rest of the team. “Why wouldn’t you fucking lead with that, if Zarkon is going to attack we’re gonna need way more time to prepare –”

“It’s not an attack!” Future Him rushes to assure. “Sorry, my bad. I shouldn’t’ve worded it that way. I’m here to warn you, but you’re in no immediate danger.”

Lance glares at him. “Did the future make us dumb?”

Future Him chuckles again, nervously this time, scratching the back of his neck. “I really am sorry. I’m not supposed to say much, but ‘warning’ doesn’t mean ‘Zarkon’ for us anymore. I didn’t think about how that would affect you, dude. My bad.” Future Him says the last part with an embarrassed shrug, but all Lance feels is his whole body light up with a fiery hope.

Zarkon is no longer a concern for us, in the future?

“Really?” he asks weakly. “We end up fixing this shit, eventually?” 

“And we get to see Mamá and everyone again,” Future Him adds softly. 

Lance sits with that information for a few minutes, feeling something heavy and painful, a weight he didn’t fully realise he was carrying, dissolve in his chest. 

He’s gonna see his family again!

After giving him a few minutes to process, Future Him’s face turns serious again. “I do still have a warning for you, though, and it’s kind of time-sensitive.”

“Go for it,” Lance says, mission mode activated. (Despite what the team may tease, they all know Lance can be serious).

“Okay!” Future Him leans out of frame a little, and the sound of rapid typing is faintly audible. “I just sent you a file. Check your station.” 

Lance does, on it finding a document with nothing but a list of several coordinates, only a few that he recognises. 

“...Coordinates? What for?”

Future Him’s face turns hard, but there’s something… off, about it. Lance can’t quite pin it down. 

“This is a list of places you must, never, ever visit,” Future Him responds gravely. “Ever. Just completely off-limits. You’ll thank me, promise.”

Never… ever?

“...Right,” Lance says slowly. He crosses his fingers behind his back. “Of course. I’ll make sure I avoid these places. Got it.”

Future Him brightens, clapping his hands excitedly. “Wonderful!” he chirps. “Anyways, sorry I can’t stay for longer, but I have some stuff to do. Pidge said I couldn’t tell you much, anyhow, something about the space-time continuum. See ya!” 

He waves, and Lance waves back, and then the hologram disappears. Lance waits a few minutes, looking around, just in case Future Him decides to pop back up. 

When no future video pops up, Lance grins, uncrossing his fingers and sending the coordinates list to his holopad. He scrambles up from his chair, rushing out of the room and straight to Blue’s hangar. 

He really must have gotten dumber in the future, because Future Him is a moron if he thinks Lance is not going to hit each one of these locations immediately. 

In order, too.

#okay the rest of this is coming tomorrow!! check back in like 20ish hours!! #(i have to sleep and go to work lol) #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #adhd lance #lance has adhd #autistic lance #julance 2022 #HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE #brown eyed lance #menace lance #but with love

[ladybugsimblr]

lyric and legend with the one-two knockout. they do their best work as a tag team and remain undefeated. this doctor appointment couldn’t come quick enough 😂.

hormonal birth control... sounds super fun for b who already has all the emotional issues (hot headed, uncontrolled emotions, and the emotion bomb quirk). that side eye of death might actually harm someone now. beware lol

#y are these kids all in b's womb today #guess they think they're big sibling experts now #pretty sure b threw the timeout chair at q later that morning #but with love #😅😅 #bklegacy #bklgen2 #bailey kay #lyric #legend #quinton #rebi

[sixrealmsbeneaththesea]

Fanart related shit that I was just playing around with. All sloppy shit, but the worst of it cropped out…or not worst, just unfinished lol. I’m starting to be okay with not finishing things. As long as at least one good piece emerges from the pile.

So in my writing project… more under a cut…

I needed practice drawing ToTK! Koume and Kotake cuz I still want to make a Twinrova of them. There’s a horse there, but I was too lazy, I just wanted to draw them and Halvah in the middle (a scene of them overlooking a battle in the Age of Legends war). Cuz being surrounded by big ass women? I like that they’re still ripped while being sorceresses. I also made them science-sexual so they like sticking their fingers in her (not quite like that but also kinda like that). Dem ghost/spirit powers~

Fucking drawing twins though… I coulda used my light box. WHATEVER. /table

Also I tortured Halvah pretty hard but recent other fic showed me flipping scripts on villains is fun. She still dies because she’s a mid support mage trying to solo a HUEGH DPS tank boss with adds. But having his monsters crawl over him (big dumb ass just stunned in disbelief and they’re like “oh shit, find his pants,” yes I keep TAKING HIS PANTS AWAY!) was a nice thing I wrote. Maybe I’ll try again. Just that “squarwnt” expression give me laughs.

Finally, that one pic on Pinterest of that guy. With the hair. I just wanted to play around with it. Maybe I’ll do a serious one.

It’s over!

#scribbles #Ganondorf #koume and kotake #sephiroth #bad drawings #but with love #and lovely exploration

[the-heaminator]

*me trying to write characters in love*

Also me *Overuse of the word mate*

#and this mate is like the audtralian or British mate #its not the fancy way to say fucking nah i mean OI MATE GET OVER HERE #but with love

[o-oiguess]

Oi, you there. Your doomscrolling. Stop it. Bad. You are valid and loved, don't let other people strike you down. You are strong, but if you're not, that's okay too. Lay down and snuggle up in a warm blanket and take a nappy nap. We know the world sucks, take a break.

#lgbtqia #if no one else loves you. then i will. #yes this is a threat #but with love #<3