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everoutoftouch · 11 hours

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If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

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robotics5 · 6 months

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Alright so everyone knows white is the classic wedding color, with black suits being common too, but what if you want something more exciting for more than two people?

Ta-da!

Honestly I was just thinking about RGB for me and my gfs and then I started getting ideas for how to apply this farther

#txt #image #poly #polyamory #colors #pac-man #pride #lgbtq #rgb #rainbow #idk what else to tag this

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rakkuntoast · 6 days

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sbi dlc but its this dumb thing i thought about in uni

#qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #philza #tommyinnit #technoblade #sleepy bois inc #my art #idk what else to tag this #sbi dlc

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dolldefiler · 2 months

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C/W: Incest

Hey, honey, how was your da-. What’s wrong baby? Are you okay? What happened? No, it’s not nothing. You can tell me, princess. He did what? He cheated on you? That fucking twerp cheated on my baby girl? How dare he? Is he blind? Who would cheat on you? No, it’s not okay, muffin. That douchebag had the hottest girl ever and he stuck his dicklet in some random street whore? What a fucking moron.

What’s that honey? Y-yeah? I don’t want to creep you out, but… I think you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Aww, come here, baby. Yes, of course I mean it. Show you? You want your own Daddy to show you that he’s telling the truth? Well, sweetheart, can you feel that hard, throbbing thing poking at your butt right now? Let me tell you a secret. That’s not my phone. That’s my cock, hard as fuck because you look gorgeous. Shh, baby. You’re okay. It’s okay. Daddy’s wanted this for so long now.

Let me show you exactly why you don’t need a pathetic little boy like that bastard. Let me show you why I love you the most. God, look at those huge, fucking tits. You’re alright, sweetpea. Why do you think your tits are this big, if they weren’t meant for Daddy to molest them? Oh fuck, can you feel Daddy’s cock against you? Honey, I am your father. I have seen your chest before. Stop struggling. Let me just… Fuck, finally. Wow, you have the most perfect nipples, don’t you? They’re even better than your mother’s.

God, you make my dick throb with your skirt flipped up like that. Mhm, I’ve not seen this pair of panties before. Did your mother buy them for you? God, let’s take them off… Fuck. You’re beautiful. Those silly fucking boys don’t deserve to even look at you, do they? Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me, kiddo. That’s a good girl. Hush, there’s no need to cry now. You’re safe with me. Look, Daddy’s going to fuck you now, kiddo. I’m going to put my dick inside you, and you will enjoy it. Yeah? Yeah.

YES! Fuck, nobody else deserves this pussy more than me. I made you so I own this perfect, tight pussy. I took care of you when you were a child. I'll take care of you now that you're a big girl. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! God, you’re even fucking tighter than your mother, kiddo. Your pretty pussy’s convulsing on Daddy’s dick so well. Look at you with your tongue out like that. If you look so horny when Daddy’s pounding his dick into you, I’m going to have to kiss your beautiful face. Oh shit, did you just cum? Did you just cum over your own father’s cock? I knew you were a degenerate, just like me. I knew you were fucked up inside. You’ll never need another guy’s cock buried inside you, will you? Not with your own Daddy stretching your holes at home. God, princess, I’m cumming. I’m going to pour my load into my own daughter’s pussy. Your pussy’s CHOKING my fucking cock! Shit yes, drain every fucking drop inside you. That’s a perfect fucking girl. God, I love you.

Is that enough proof, muffin? Is that enough proof that I think you’re hot?

#fauxcest #praise k!nk #idk what else to tag this

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dracudyke · 2 months

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Accessibility can be easier than you think! Please take the time to read this!

I don't think people realize how easy it can be to find an image description in the notes. I'm not gonna lie to you and say it's always super fast and painless, but it can be. Especially on posts with a lot of notes, simple images (like text screenshots), and/or only a few images. It usually takes me less than 10 seconds to scroll through the notes of a post to check if it has an ID.

Just click on notes and sort by comments only. With just a quick scroll through looking for comments that start with things like "[ID:" or "Image Description:", you can check if it has a description or not. You will get better at spotting these quickly over time and it will get easier and faster! Once you've found one, just hit reblog from there. If there are mistakes or something, you can copy paste the ID with any necessary corrections into your own reblog instead with no credit necessary. Credit is not needed for image descriptions, because they are an accessibility measure.

Please check the notes for IDs, even (especially!!) if you don't take the time to write image descriptions normally. It's such a small, fast thing you can do when reblogging something to make your blog more accessible. Please, take the time. It takes less than a minute.

[Plain text: please check the notes for IDs. End PT]

#ive been meaning to make this post for a while #take the time to make your blog more accessible. please. there are people you love who will appreciate the effort.#shouts #accessability #idk what else to tag this #image id #image description

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crystalmagpie447 · 17 days

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HIPHIP HOORAY

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(characters from GITM by @venomous-qwille)

#heheghbjd #i wiill #go away now #myart #gitm au #ghost in the machine #dca fandom #daycare attendant fandom #idk what else to tag this #ehguejkhubf

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future-crab · 3 months

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It's been said before, it will be said again, but it's still worth saying: the fact that art centering on straight romance is allowed to just be bad, but art with queer romance in it always has to be indicative of A Serious Problem With the Way We Tell Queer Stories makes being a queer person making queer art deeply stressful

#just saw smthing about red white and royal blue #and like i never watched/read that one so maybe everything ppl say about it is true #and i never watched heartbreaker or love simon so maybe those ones are also genuinely a sign of a serious problem #but idk. the fact that this happens every damn time makes me think that maybe queer stories are being held to different standards #and it's exhausting writing stuff while having a chorus of voices in the back of my head saying i'm misrepresenting my own identities and #making the whole community look bad by writing mediorcre romance #and knowing that even though i'm neither straight nor a girl there WILL be ppl calling me a straight girl fetishizing queer relationships #lgbt #queer community #writer stuff #idk what else to tag this #asexual #bisexual #nonbinary #venttag

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riality-check · 9 months

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TW: past verbal and emotional abuse

The Harrington house is a game of perfection.

Steve has known this fact for as long as he can remember. There is a right way, a narrow way, a rigid way, of doing things. Numbers dictate all: rebounds, points, and assists for basketball, new PRs in freestyle and backstroke for swim. The numbers themselves do not matter; all that does is that they grow and shrink appropriately.

Infinite growth is not sustainable; not for Steve's stats, not for Richard's stocks. Both of them strive for it anyway.

The house must be clean. The parties can't be busted. The people of Hawkins will only say good things about the Harrington family. Gloria strives for these things, day in and day out.

The Harrington house is also a game of Perfection.

Steve hated that game growing up. The one with the little yellow pieces and the blue board. He was never able to get all the pieces in the right spot before the board spit them all back out.

It made a ticking noise, like a time bomb. Steve doesn't know when he started associating that sound with his parents.

It fits. It fits almost too well. They're fine, at least for a little while. The ticking starts quiet, then grows louder and louder until everything blows up.

The thing is, in Perfection, that the board blows up even if you put all the pieces in the right spots in time. The thing is, in the Harrington house, that everything blows up even if Steve does everything right.

The ticking lasts for days sometimes, weeks others. It's impossible, random, and impossibly random.

The only consistent thing is the board blowing up. And when that happens, so does the shouting.

The Party thinks that Tommy and Carol taught Steve to be cruel. That they're the ones who taught him how to bare his fangs and spit venom. That once he left them, the rage left him.

He's okay with letting them think that. It's easier than explaining that Richard and Gloria are the ones who taught him how to snap and shout, how to tear holes in other people with a few well-spoken barbs.

When Steve thinks of his parents, he thinks of fighting. He thinks of his father calling him useless and his mother calling him an idiot. He thinks of his mother calling his father dirt and his father calling his mother a bitch.

There are never any apologies. "I'm sorry" is never said in the Harrington house, even when the board gets reset.

They say "I got you pizza for dinner." "I saw this at the store and thought of you." "Do you want to come with me to get gas?"

And with that, the ticking starts up again.

Horrible things are said when the board blows up. Steve says horrible things when the board blows up. He's called his father an asshole and his mother self-absorbed and apologized without any apology at all.

He cleaned the pool instead.

Steve doesn't want to the board to blow up in the middle of the Munson trailer. It's why he's keeping his mouth shut while Eddie yells at him.

"What the hell, Stevie?" Eddie shouts, arms flying. "I told you that you can’t do that!"

“You told me you don’t want me to,” Steve says, staying calm and measured.

Calm and measured. Not blowing up. Steve isn’t going to snap or shout or bitch. He isn’t.

“Fucking semantics!”

“They were saying-”

“I don’t care what they were saying!” Eddie roars. “I don’t give a shit what they say about me!”

It’s true. Wayne calls Eddie “Teflon,” says that nothing sticks to him, least of all anyone’s opinion. Steve knows that Eddie doesn’t care about what most people in Hawkins think about him.

But he cares very much about what the people who care about him think.

Steve can say a whole lot of things right now. He’s angry, physically biting his tongue to ground himself. He can say a whole lot of things to cut Eddie to the bone, to end the argument and then some.

But he won’t.

Love is knowing how to hurt someone and choosing not to. It’s using a knife to split an apple to share instead of to cut skin to ribbons.

Steve can’t trust himself not to slash Eddie open. He says awful things when everything goes to hell like this, snaps back hard when snapped at first, operates purely on instinct.

He doesn’t want to hurt Eddie, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“I care that you could have gotten hurt when you swung at those assholes,” Eddie continues. “I care that I wasn’t there with you when you defended yourself. I care that you won’t let me take a look at your hands and make sure they’re alright.”

Steve squeezes the knuckles of this right hand in his left. It stings, but he’s fine. Nothing broken. He knows from experience

“Stop it, you’re hurting yourself,” Eddie barks.

Steve lets go of his hands, lets them hang loosely at his sides.

“So, what the hell, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, still loud, still snappish.

A variety of terrible answers surges to the front of Steve’s mind. Eddie’s biggest insecurities, the things he’s only told Steve when he thought he was asleep. Ways to wipe the anger off his face and replace it with stuff easier to manage: shock, hurt, sadness. Things he would say if he didn’t particularly like Eddie, if he were still in high school, if he were still in his parents’ house.

Steve doesn’t say anything. He keeps the knife in its drawer. He closes his eyes tight and breathes in once, then again.

“Hey,” Eddie says, softer.

Steve opens his eyes to find him a step closer, hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says.

Oh.

Well.

Steve doesn’t know what to do with that.

He’s said it before. Of course he has. He knows the words, knows that he needed to say them to Dustin and Robin and Max, and he has. He’s stepped too far with jokes and forgot about some things and missed some things they’ve said.

But he’s never yelled at them. They’ve never yelled at him.

This is not how this is supposed to go. Eddie isn’t supposed to apologize. He’s supposed to clean Steve up or make him dinner or invite him along to go grocery shopping.

And Steve was supposed to snap back.

“It’s okay,” he says because that’s what he’s supposed to say, yeah?

Eddie shakes his head. “It’s not. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It was bound to happen.”

Eddie stares at him, big doe eyes shining, like he has five heads. It makes Steve want to put his bloody hands behind his back, make him shrink.

He swears he can hear ticking, but the board just reset. Didn’t it?

“What?” Eddie asks.

Steve shrugs. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not. I got scared, but that doesn’t mean I get to yell at you. That’s not okay.”

What does Eddie get to do, if not yell?

I deserve it, Steve thinks, but he’s smart enough to know that saying that out loud will just lead to another fight.

There’s been barely any time to put the pieces back.

Steve doesn’t get it. But, he figures he’s always been a little slow on the uptake, so he can watch. Observe. Figure it out later on his own. He’s pretty good at that.

“Okay,” Steve says.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, and he holds his hands out for Eddie to take.

He’s dragged along to the sink, where Eddie rinses the cuts out with cool water before bandaging them up with the remnants of a box of Band-Aids from the bathroom. When they’re dry and finished, he presses a kiss to each knuckle, feather light.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, looking at Steve very seriously.

“Me, too,” Steve says, voice a little hoarse. “I’m sorry.”

It feels good to say. It feels good to mean.

Standing there in the kitchen of a trailer in Forest Hills, looking at the mismatched furniture and half-full ashtrays of the living room, holding hands with his boyfriend formerly accused of murder and apologizing for the first time and meaning it, Steve feels like he can finally breathe.

The ticking has finally stopped, and silence sounds so sweet.

#ria writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #angst #fluff #happy ending #tw verbal abuse #(it’s in the past)#idk what else to tag this #i’m tired #anyways it’s projection hours

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thegnomelord · 3 months

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Random idea while I'm currently sleep deprived and don't know what to label:

The Ghost would love you like a dog.

Always at your shadow, following you, guarding you. At least he can do that right, good for something, big dumb brute that he is, baring his teeth and growling for you, tearing out throats for you just for a scrap of affection.

Ghost would love you like a dog.

Waiting by the door, by the foot of the bed, by your side, and hoping, silently, that you'll get lonely enough to invite him up. And he'll take care not to show his eagerness, not to be too exited and overplay his hand.

Simon Riley would love you like a dog.

Like his rotten canines are falling out, panting and drooling and messy, desperately to leave marks on you. Because he's a Riley. Everything he's ever loved left bite marks on him. And he'll be dammed if he let's the world take away you too.

Simon would love you like a dog.

You could stab him. Kill him.

Burry his body in the cemetery as a sacrificial lamb, so you aren't forced to linger when you pass.

And he'd forgive you.

Dogs are like that.

Loyal.

Dead dogs are just happy your hand is holding the knife.

#gnome's tea break #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #trinkets from the hoard #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #idk what else to tag this #im so sleeo deprived and just had to carry an amputated leg to pathology #Simon in this doesn't have the best relationship with intimacy

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radiance1 · 6 months

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Contrary to the belief of those few who research the paranormal, it is possible to for a ghost to create another without the death of the living or one that forms naturally from the other side.

What they would call reproduction.

A ghost could, if they were wanted to, split a part off of themselves to create another ghost. However, it is a rare thing, for ghosts do not usually wish for children, and one of the factors contributing to said creation is the intense desire for one.

To create 'life', they have to have an intense desire to do so, a base (which is usually a piece of themselves) and a few other factors.

It isn't exactly common knowledge, but it isn't rare knowledge either.

So, it certainly came as a surprise when the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep was opened by a group of humans who managed to both steal the Sarcophagus and retreat from the zone before it was realized, that not one stepped out.

But two.

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It was a complete and utter accident, if it were to be honest. The portal, unfinished as it was yet turned on wasn't the most stable thing, and an unstable portal leaves a lot to be desired, not to mention how dangerous it could potentially be.

Again, it'll repeat.

It was a complete accident. How the boy just so happened to be randomly shoved anywhere inside of itself due to the inability to reestablish the portal to the living world.

And the boy just so happened to be shoved directly into the place containing it's first, current, and only king.

Pariah Dark.

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Pariah Dark's conscious may have been inactive, but his subconscious wasn't. So, when he felt another presence that should not be with him inside of his prison.

You could say he was curious.

So, he poked at the mind curiously, the being's own subconscious sluggish and seemingly, pained. The boy (which he found out after a few pokes here and there) was highly unstable, going against the natural order of being both living and dead.

Now wasn't that interesting?

This was the first of his kind that the king had ever laid 'eyes' upon, and in his eternal prison, no less?

Well, it would be a shame to let something such as this, slip between his fingers so easily, would it not?

So, he let the child feed off of him, he certainly had more than enough ectoplasm to spare if he were to be honest, and yes, he is tooting his own horn. The boy, unstable as he was, would most certainly be molded somewhat by feeding off of his ectoplasm, enough so that others could even mistake the boy's own signature for his own for a few moments.

Would that be such a bad thing, however?

He always wondered how having an heir would be like.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #pariah dark #Idk what else to tag this #Certainly isn't Dark Ages #But it honestly could be #Idk

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asmogorna · 14 days

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red moon

Redraw of this old wip I made in 2023

#art #fanart #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #will wood fanart #will wood art #idk what else to tag this #skulll #my art

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kitonmitons · 3 months

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he’s teaching them how to sneak

#LMFAOOOOOOOO #gallery #my art #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate fanart #baldurs gate #astarion #my oc #ameena #karlach #shadowheart #idk what else to tag this #i had this idea in my head for so long #i use astarion as a little spy and it cracks me up when i watch my team follow him around #dnd

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months

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18+ only!!

having a logan thought and it’s basically:

you riding him but you’re not really doing any work cos logan’s got his hands cupping your face as he pounds up into you, smirking as he catches every facial reaction you make.

“feels good doesn’t it princess?” he mocks, watching your eyes roll back as his thrusts become sharper. “having a big cock in that tight little cunt?”

if his cock wasn’t doing it for you, his words were. you can’t help the way your body reacts to his actions, keen for more of his touch.

logan can sense it too, “oh you’re just desperate for it, ain’t ya sweet thing?” his voice is all mocking, not a single straightforward word leaving his lips yet you still can’t help but nod as best as you can with his hands holding your face.

he chuckles, lips finding yours in a sloppy and wet kiss. “don’t worry your pretty head, princess. i’ll take care of you.” and god does he

#logan howlett smut #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett imagine #logan howlett fanfiction #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #wolverine smut #wolverine imagine #wolverine🤭#loganhowlett #logan howlett x you #logan howlett x yn #logan howlett blurb #idk what else to tag this #just know i’ve been THINKING about this🫣

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lilypads17 · 1 year

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