#click on words for definitions ;)

[andrewminyardslawyer]

Jamie dyslexic, flappy hands, jumping up and down, i don't know I don't know I don't know, tiny shorts, comfortable clothing, hands in shirt/sleeves, dissociation depression anxiety, tongue thing, not picking up on social cues, can't sit "normally" (curled up on the bench, sitting on the floor, etc), explains his feelings in ways a lot of people think are funny or weird but are actually very accurate and the only way he knows how to describe them, needs to be constantly fidgeting and moving around chewing on hoodie string messing with his mom's pant leg, exaggerated facial expressions, sensory issues Tartt, my beloved

#i know I'm missing some stuff but hes so me coded ❤️ #when you latch on to a character and it clicks like oohh thats why i would die for them #undiagnosed autistic jamie my beloved #and other flavors of neurodivergent #and yes being dyslexic includes not being the best at knowing word definitions and mixing up words #not just mixing up letters #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #keeley jones #the tree talks

[stan-joe]

pspsps link click fans these are two different cars (and probably two different road trips):

First car ↑

Recent car ↓

#also very different backgrounds between the two sets #not sure if this is being talked about elsewhere bc i really only use tumblr but I haven't seen anyone saying anything here #thought i'd make a note of it #link click #the 2023 art with CXS leaning on the yellow car is also a different car but it's more detailed so idk maybe it's also meant to be car 1 #similar looking to a point but definitely different cars #but what do i know #could i ID these cars? probably. but im bad at IDing drawn cars. show me a live action car and i gotchu. once it's stylised im out. #btw does anyone think the recent car shots look distinctly different (in terms of composition/framing) than the typical style #distinctly might not be the right word there. there's just something about them that vibes different. it's 1am i don't wanna think about it

[becca-e-barnes]

Hiii I have nothing to do at work so of course I have to day dream about different dark!Bucky scenarios (I do not condone cheating but this is really hot to me aaaa)😩 like imagine your husband and Bucky have always had an ongoing rivalry, They worked together, went to college together, hated every ounce of each other. One night you’re at the bar with your friends when Bucky comes over to you and buys you drink after drink after drink, taking you back to his house. He’s throwing you on his bed and ripping your clothes off, kissing you hungrily. “Get ready baby, this is gonna be much tougher than you’re used to.” “Please.” “Yeah? Is he not satisfying you baby? This pretty pussy deserves to be treated right, luckily I’m here now.” He’s so rough with you, fucking you harshly, the dirty talking is driving you crazy. He’s so cocky and cruel, bending you in several different positions and pounding into you for hours. If only you had seen the camera… (part 2??? Bucky making your husband watch the video 😭) -💒

This, a thousand times over 😵‍💫 and I can just imagine throwing all the stuff at him that you wouldn't dream of doing with your husband. Maybe your husband really doesn't let you explore your fantasies and if you've got one chance to do that, you're determined to take it.

Especially if Bucky is quite a bit rougher than you're used to while still being so respectful. He got the impression that you're not being fucked how you want to be and he wants to give you everything you dream of when you touch yourself. He's not necessarily rough with you because he wants to be. He's rough because that's what you want.

If he's feeling extra filthy too, he'd fuck you in the bed you share with your husband. You're on your hands and knees on the bed, presenting your glistening pussy to him, enjoying the sensation of him smearing your arousal over the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, do you know how bad I want this?" He hums quietly, trailing his leaking tip over your slick folds. "Do you know how badly I want to press inside you? You've made such a mess. Bet you feel like fuckin' Heaven and he doesn't even appreciate it."

With his free hand, Bucky grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing just enough that you feel it hurt.

"Don't want to rush this though." His tip lines up with your entrance, teasing the little fluttering hole and God, you're desperate. "I want to take my time. Want to make sure every time your head hits this pillow, you remember how it feels to have every. Last. Inch of me slip inside you."

You can't have him wait any longer though so you press your hips back onto him, feeling just the tip slide into you. "Good girl, that's it. Fuck yourself on me. You need this, don't you? You need to be fucked right for a change."

He's not wrong. You couldn't stop now, even if you wanted to so you keep going, taking all of him. The weight of him inside you is delightful.

"Oh God, you're perfect. You feel like you were made for me." He doesn't dare move. Instead, he takes a second to just enjoy the wet heat of your body and the snug fit of you around his cock.

"You are. A fucking. Dream." He tests the water with a few shallow thrusts, rutting his tip against the sweet spot inside you. You're so wet, you're convinced you must be dripping onto the sheets and your eyes roll back in your head at the very thought.

This is how sex is supposed to feel. You didn't think you could crave anyone the way you do now. "Buck, please." You whimper, rolling your hips back against him, pressing him as deep inside you as possible. "Don't be gentle."

You hear him groan and feel his fingertips trail down your spine, making you arch your back into the bed. "Is that what you need, sweetheart? Can tell just by looking at you that you need it hard and fast and rough tonight. I'll be gentle with you tomorrow morning, I promise. Gotta work some of that tension out of you first. Bet you haven't cum in months."

You don't like that he can tell so easily but you're not surprised either. The first sharp thrust knocks the air from your lungs but all you hear is a pathetic sob, followed by the crack of a hard spank to your ass and the blossoming, stinging pain he's inflicted.

You're not surprised that it only makes you wetter.

#asks answered <3 #💒 anon #becca writes spice #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #I've got no words for what I've just written #I think I made myself dizzy #I want to give this like nine more parts eughhhhhh #and I think I'll definitely give it at least one more #tw: cheating #there's nothing I love more than finding someone you just click with #I usually stick with the same hairdresser #but my hair was sitting weird and I was desperate to get it cut so I went to a different stylist at the same place I usually go to #and we just vibed #she's the coolest #within half an hour we were planning how she's gonna tell the new man she's seeing that she's starting her first round of IVF #We talked the entire 3 hours I was there #and she said she hopes her daughter turns out like me 🥺🥺 #like no girl I swear you don't #but that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said

[st4rstudent]

Hey guys just another drawing of the thr- wait what happened to them.

(bonuses + notes under cut)

i've actually been sitting on these designs since september - october/november. The color are... subjective to change. I chose Mac and Winn's colors today. I think Winn's is fine but Mac's keeps throwing me off. Here's the first drawings I did for Mac and Winn.

I like to imagine they're in their own little department. Something to do with tech like an IT department (also to kind of play off of how they're not in the game but run a lot of important events outside of it). So they're not any cog type in specific (like boss, board, law, etc..etc).

Mac's a Macintosh 128k and Winn is just a computer mouse (the tail is supposed to be a little mouse pointer and those are wires in the back. Technically speaking, wires for mice are in the front by the scroll but we can get inaccurate here). Mac's screen can change colors and display options. Together they make the Matrix Team

Here's some Brian's that I did during class last semester. He was originally a mouse, but I found trying to design him was much more annoying than I thought. Then one day during class I had a beam of light hit into my head and made him a big. He's not specific or anything, I tried to do just a stereotypical bug (like how all dogs/cats in game are the same type). He has a triangular head to match his faceplate though :-] you could maybe imagine an ant if you'd like. I figure ants work like cogs in a machine.

The desk jockeys are there too! I haven't really drawn them, but they remain somewhat the same. Instead of being made by toons to look like cogs, they're now made by cogs to look like toons. They also can't teleport so it takes Brian 3x longer to get places, but do they act as multitoons kind of.

This is the only drawing I really have to show my design basis. And YES they are still taller than him because its funny. Ok I think that's all

#clemart #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #mac opsys #winn dos #brian ttcc #prethinker #a lot of my notes are in the bonus so i dont really have much to add #technically digerati works better via definition than matrix team but i like the word matrix better. #I think Mac's suit name could be alpha geek (singular individual who is most competent in tech) . becuase its funny and tech related #Idk about Winn's. I thought Mouse Potato because of the entire mouse theme but its not really fitting definition wise. will keep searching #Also Brian clicks/taps his mandibles when he talks or is thinking really hard OR feels an emotion very strongly #I have a sc of some notes on my twt if I missed any on here

[blood-mocha-latte]

stormy - a luztoye drabble

for an ask from @malarkgirlypop || request an edit/drabble || i loved loved loved writing this, thank you for the ask <3 <3

The apartment they've found is all brick, sturdy and warm, but George can still feel the shaking of the thunder under his feet.

He sighs down at the metal tin that holds rapidly cooling water and dissipating bubbles. The sad, soggy lump of washcloths in his fist serves as a makeshift mop, because for some reason, they don't actually have one. 

They were in the middle of painting the walls of the kitchen blue – a (hopefully) better colour change from the dark orange it was when George, of course, dropped a good half quarter of blue all over the tile floor.

The thunder rumbles outside again. George groans, like it's a queue, and bunches his ‘mop’ together better before dunking it into the pail.

Leaning his knees on a rolled up towel, avoiding the harsh tile of the kitchen floor, he scrubs rather absently for a while.

He likes menial tasks, like this. Turning his brain off, George feels, is something that is both long and far between as well as just. Absent.

When he thinks — always, always thinking, and talking even more — it’s almost always about the now. About needing to clean the floor, about when they’ll need to water the plant on top of the fireplace again, about how they need a new bedspread, because George got blood all over their old one when he accidentally sliced his palm open with a razor.

(A mishap, with shaving. Joe had dropped something in their bedroom, and George had jolted so badly he’d needed fourteen stitches.)

Sometimes, though, he thinks of everyday and it blends into what used to be everyday; disjointed thoughts that he’ll need to call Lip down in West Virginia and ask about confirmation for blasting a house in Hagenau, that he’ll need to get new running shoes because Currahee tends to get muddier with the rain, this time of year.

This time, he thinks about Joe. Who, admittedly, consumes the majority of his thoughts, now. 

He thinks of a joke, and thinks about telling it to Joe, and realises he’s already told it to him, because he’s the only one George tells anything, anymore. He wonders vaguely about something that existed when he was a kid, and has to go and find Joe to ask him if he remembers that thing too, just to listen to him talk. He walks by a shop window with all sorts of jewellery in it, and wonders what Joe would do if he brought home rings.

As he scrubs at the tile, blue paint chipping off and into the cloths and George’s hands, he wonders if Joe’d like it if he could find Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe. Maybe they could watch it. Maybe they’d watch it for two seconds and get bored. Maybe, if George talked through it enough, he could get Joe to shut him up with his mouth, anchor a hand in his hair—

“George.” Joe says from the other side of the room, voice almost frustrated. George looks up from the mess on the floor; made no better by his scrubbing, and drops the ‘mop’ back into the soapy tin.

“Something wrong?” He asks, wiping his hands awkwardly on the fabric of his pants as he makes his way over to where Joe sits on the couch, holding the paper against his good leg, pen in his left hand.

“No.” Joe says, too quickly, almost sharply. He huffs, once, through his nose, and shoves the paper up roughly when George comes to stand over the couch, bracing the palms of his hands against the back of it. “Just. I can't— fuck.” 

Joe gets like this, sometimes. Usually when it’s cold and it’s been a while since he last ate. Frustrated, sharp. More impatient than usual, maybe a bit clumsier.

George kneels behind the couch, grimacing slightly at the pop of his knees, and fights down the cushioning of the sofa to rest his chin on Joe's shoulder, skimming through the messy handwriting that Joe held up.

It's been easy enough to get settled in. The apartment is a decent size, both bedrooms are nice. George seems ecksausted

exosted

exausted

exaustid

“I don't know why the fuck I couldn't just say tired.” Joe says, dropping the paper back into his lap when George pulls back and noses absently against the shell of his ear to show he was done reading. His voice is strained, like he’s trying to make a joke.

“Well, you've got a big vernacular. Might as well use it.” George says lightly, using Joe’s good shoulder to push himself back up, grunting. “Christ, call an ambulance. Who let an old man get down on the floor?”

“You're only twenty-seven, George.” Joe says absently as George rounded the side of the sofa. “And I don't have a big fucking vernacular. Can't spell for shit. It's not like I use fancy goddamn words all the time.”

“You use fancy words all the time.” George retorts, plopping down onto the couch and slipping his hands under his legs. Joe’s eyes, dark against his skin and framed by even darker lashes, glare down at them. “You just said vernacular.”

“Because you just said vernacular.” Joe says darkly, posture slouched. “I can't even spell vernacular.”

“Well, neither can I.” George says amiably. “There's probably a ‘j’ in there, somewhere.” 

Joe frowns down at the paper. “Can you even read the damn writing?” He asks, flipping the pencil clumsily between his fingers. George leans further into him, jostling his ribs with his elbow. Outside, the rumbling thunder seems to make the glass in the panes of their windows vibrate.

“Well, sure.” He says. “Could tell that you kept misspelling exhausted, couldn’t I?” Joe doesn’t meet his eyes.

“It’s not legible.” He murmurs. George sighs, and gently pulls the paper out of Joe’s grip before he crumples it into a ball. 

“Well, it’s not easy on the eyes.” He says lightly. He tries not to lie, but he doesn’t like being any sort of unkind. “But you are, so it makes up for it.”

“George.” Joe says, same way he always does. Like the beginning of a prayer, or a story. George just shrugs. He lets his head drop to Joe’s bare shoulder, fingers smoothing across his wifebeater.

“‘S fine, Joe.” He says. He’s leaning against Joe’s bad shoulder, and he can feel the lines of scarring and tissue against his temple and cheek like streaks of lightning. He taps his index finger against the deepest scar; one that runs from the crux of Joe’s neck and shoulder and wraps around his bicep to halfway down his forearm. “I can read it fine.”

Joe’s quiet. He shifts against George, and dry lips press to his forehead. 

“I can’t write so good, anymore.” He says. George knows. George was there when Joe couldn’t even use his right arm without it hurting, could barely keep a grasp on a tennis ball. George also knows that Joe tends to get inside his own head, tends to think that things are worse than they actually are, that every event is the start of a chain of bad ones.

That’s alright, though. That’s what he’s got George for, whether he likes it or not.

“Writing doesn’t matter.” George says. “I heard somewhere that Mark Twain couldn’t hold a pencil. He just said stuff and had other people write it down.” Joe snorts.

“That’s bullshit.” He mutters. George spreads his fingers against Joe’s forearm, pressing his palm to the scar. 

“Yeah.” He agrees easily. “Who gives a fuck, though.” Joe huffs. The thunder rumbles, as if in agreement, and they both turn their heads towards the window.

“Still stormy outside, I’d guess.” Joe says. George hums, turns his cheek to press a kiss to Joe’s shoulder. Fuck the kitchen tiles. They can be blue. It will probably come into fashion at some point, anyways.

“Yeah.” He says. “Who gives a fuck, though.”

#rie writes #click on words for definitions ;) #i like this one i love luztoye best ship 10/10 #band of brothers #hbo war #luztoye #george luz #joe toye

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

i swear i can feel this app disintegrating through my fingers

#when i try to send an ask it fails more often than not #reblogs fail about half the time too #today i reblogged something with tags but my reblog showed up as a semicolon in the body of the post that i definitely didn’t put there?? #the scrolling is all messed up #the people in my followers list keep switching positions for some reason #the ads are SO aggressive to the point that sometimes i get forced to the app store so many times in rapid succession that i can’t scroll #and this happens even though i don’t click on the ads #i can’t make my unrebloggable posts rebloggable 90% of the time #i’m pretty sure things are randomly disappearing from my queue #etc etc #is it the same for the rest of y’all or does tumblr just hate me dkdjdkfj #my words

[itsdefinitely]

FUCK HOLY SHIT. (good omens season 2 spoilers)

the kiss wasnt to show that they loved each other. they knew that. they were practically married at that point, and had been for a while. the kiss was the show aziraphale what he'd be leaving behind. it was to show azirphale that crowley wasnt coming to his rescue. crowley wasnt going with him. it was goodbye. it was all the things they never got to do, and that they'd never get to do. all the unspoken "i love you"s and the promises and the agreement. it was one last desperate attempt to get aziraphale to not leave, to get aziraphale to stay with crowley in their carefully carved out existence. to tempt aziraphale into declining. and it didn't work.

the tempation didn't work, therefore "i forgive you."

#definite's ted talks #go2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #this was. probably obvious but. i am socially inept #look neil gaiman answered an ask and it just clicked in my head #sobbing about this #i will never be normal #if this is worded weirdly its because i am sooooooooooooooooo not normal about this show #and expressing my actual not-watered-down emotions is physically impossible #plus i dont really feel. confident in saying things like this? #like i wasnt there for season one. what gives me the right to scream my interpretation about season two #thats not meant in a venty way i swear #i almost didnt post this #good omens

[inkybinkyboink]

oh fellas it's essay writing time you know what that means

#it means its time to do anything but write the essays and spam the tumblr feeds of the poor souls who decided to click the follow button for #some bizarre reason #i have. about 4 essays due and like. 5 research articles to read and 1 book? and 1 creative project #luckily only 3 essays and 3 research articles are due imminently and all the essays are under 1000 words and the articles are all under 20 #pages. so. it could be worse? but it could be better? the last month of uni is fucking awful! and oh my fucking god i might be #graduating next year? thats terrifying. and its? covid lockdown anniversary and THATS weird because that one day changed the entire #trajectory of my life and everything that ive done the past 3 years has been a result of that day and thats really trippy #i ALMOST had a second breakdown in front of my prof but i didnt! so. we are. definitely mentally healthy /hj

[disasterhimbo]

[ID: A meme from The Office where the character Michael Scott says, "I love inside jokes. Love to be a part of one someday.” It has been edited to say, “I love Goncharov (1973). Love to see it someday.”]

#it would be cool if someone actually made it #imagine if they got Robert De Niro and Al Pacino and the other actors (except for the one who’s dead obviously) #but beelzeebub would definitely have to be heavily involved for it to be good #my post #original post #goncharov #goncharov (1973) #unreality #image described #image description by me #I’m so mad. I just noticed the added words were slightly too low and went back to try to fix it #and the iOS photo app kept making it move around slightly when I would zoom in so I couldn’t get it exactly right. #I put so much effort into trying to make it line up perfectly 😡 #I also can’t figure out why the colors change if you click on it

[utilitycaster]

well so far it’s mostly taking place at night! hope this helps.

#this just in: CBR once again assumes readers do not know the definitions of words #(I didn't click on the article this was once again on my phone recommended links and I was like. must we.)

[what-shitfuckery-is-this-ew]

I want people to read their scientific articles before sending them to me. Like actually read the entire thing or at least read the conclusion. Reading the first line and thinking that that means you understand the entire topic is very inaccurate, and it makes you look like a joke when i actually read it and find that it contradicts your point.

#my post #vent #i got blocked by a very popular anti-swiftie blog who i used to follow because i told then to not use the ableist term “narcissistic abuse” #and of course before they blocked me they fired back with you're woke who thinks everything is offensive here's a link from doctors #which 1. Not all doctors are moral - my peers actually make me sick and i have info from dental students that dentists are also horrible #the literal reason i wanna go into psychiatry is because the field needs reform and i want to help reform it #and 2. the article literally said that the term is incorrect cause not all people with narcissism are abusive and it creates a stigma #against people who literally have childhood trauma #and some of whom (not all) are actually trying to be better despite the constant dehumanisation #also even the medical term can't be applied to here? cause calling someone who's not diagnosed with NPD a narcissist because they're toxic #is not medically accurate #it's literally “delulu” and “gaslight” all over again #like stop taking psychology words if you don't want to search up the actual definitions #which ironically enough was in the article i was sent #ngl i'm confused as to why i didn't block them before #i love being a hater (seen from this entire post made for one person) but come on #some of the stuff was out of no-where (mainly the hating on her appearance - like the rest was genuine criticism but this?) #and then on top of that using Palestine as a way to get people to hate on her but then go be besties with a raging zionist? #seems like using Palestine for the clicks there #speaking of Zionists: that one zionist who sent me a shit ton of articles which disapproved their points #like i cannot make this up they sent me 2 articles on how Ashkenazi Jews didn't genetically originate from the Levant #(that isn't to say they aren't Middle Easterners - just genetically they don't show a strong connection to that specific region in the ME #and obviously genetics is weird so there's that) #and apparently culturally grew came from Iran + Siberia + Turkey + Germany (i.e. their cultures are a mix of those) #and of course the Arab conquests to represent colonisation (as if i was denying that happened) but the article wasn't about the Levant #literally i can't with people #if you think you can science your way out of this you better listen to my spiel about Validity #can't give the science and health kid science stuff and expect them to not actually read it #vent post #tw vent

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

me: wait why is welcome to night vale trending? wait-

date: june 15th

me: oh no ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

#o.o #I mean none of it looked particularly bad xD #the post previews lol #BUT STILL #I live in fear :')) #it's probably good #probably #hopefully #maybe dramatic and good :'D #:'))))) #wtnv #welcome to night vale #oasis's wtnv chatter #I nearly clicked on it but then thought of the date and checked and was like yeeeah no spoilers thank you #I did see a picture of like a definition or something and maybe the word 'spanish' (in the definition) so we'll see what that's about xD #maybe a petname or an insult or something xD 👀 #gosh first I finish a show then this lol #so many thoughts inside my brain xD

[puppy-barkz]

loved the barbie movie but gotta say my mental health is now in shambles 💕

#/hj #it helped me put words to what has constantly ached since i was a kid so that's cool but definitely Something To Process #puppy barks #barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #mental heath tw #can u believe i've been reading about feminism and upheld feminist beliefs since i was like 13 but needed this movie to click in place what- #the patriarchy rlly is and how intimately it has affected me and how badly those effects ache? #anyway come on barbie let's go party ah ah ah yeah

[blorbologist]

TMW you have an entire chapter selected to paste into AO3 for final tweaks and your cat decides to play editor 🙃

#dw the fic is FINE i just had to click undo a few times #the adventures of Pam the Computer Genius are boundless and inspiring #Doiu >>>> 4.7k words of plot/worldbuilding/character development for real. i definitely should have trimmed more #vex is the raven queen's champion au #my writing #cat #cute cats

[orowyrm]

Does Laz purr like a cat???? Thats super cute!!!

he does!!!!!!!! well, purring is the easiest way to describe it. sentients have always seemed in my head to be a lot more insectoid or crab-like, so it’s probably a lot closer to stridulation - sound produced via friction from rubbing parts of his body together, which is how bugs like crickets and cicadas make noise as well as some fish — the best way i can describe it is a very niche one, but if you’ve ever tried to catch/pick up certain species of armored catfish by hand, you’ll hear it sort of ‘grunting’ and feel the rumble through their bodies. because they’re so little, it can sound like more of an adorable little squeak — but laz is so big that his noises are much lower and rumblier. kinda like big cats purring vs. housecats. i’m not sure exactly what sort of mechanism it is that he uses to make that sound - probably some internal structure. i haven’t bothered to think about how his anatomy works with the giant hole in his chest. it’s fine he’s part mimic he can shapeshift it’s fiiiiiine

these are like. closest i can get to how i think he sounds in my head without going down an insane rabbit hole of sound effect libraries as my phone is close to dying

#ocs #laz #he’s very. animalistic isn’t the right word but he definitely like #Leans In to the whole amalgam thing. he knows it’s scary as fuck when he starts making those clicking noises down empty corpus ship halls #that and the sound of his tail swishing across the floor. bro is basically a xenomorph #and boy does he relish it

[blood-mocha-latte]

maya angelou // jeff monford // thai proverb // laozi // anthony doer

jewel, treatment, diligent, few, alive || for an incredible ask from @lamialamia || request an edit/drabble :)

#rie posts #click on words for definitions ;) #two hours earlier than promised lmao #i don't tag a lot of pacific idk how! just naming everything ig #the pacific #hilldane #andyeddie #andrew ack ack haldane #eddie hillbilly jones #andy haldane #eddie jones #hbo war