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rarety-13 · 11 days
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¿Por qué? malditaseaaaa
¡¿POR QUEEEEEEEEEÉ?!
Ya no te hablo, ya no te pienso... Sinceramente, hasta entendí que ya no me tienes por qué interesar.
Logré asimilar que no me tienes ni un gramo de consideración, que lo que pasó ya es solo viento y recuerdos, y que no existe vínculo alguno que sobreviva a mi nuevo orgullo.
Entonces, ¿por qué te andas paseando de nuevo por mis sueños?
¿Por qué me desespero por encontrarte en ellos?
Te odio más por eso.
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winsbuck · 5 months
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Oh my god I love Aymeric
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jooeeydee · 10 days
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We know how Sara Lance likes her coffee, black with lots of sugar! We learn that early on in Legends Season One. You might like your coffee differently and that's fine, so is artistic liberty in matters the show didn't elaborate on but if the show gave us the answer, stick with it. And the shows gave us several people's coffee preferences. Sara drinks it black with two sugars, Oliver likes it black, Felicity drinks a none fat latte with extra sugar (that makes zero sense on a nutrition level) just to name a few. We got the info. So do your research. Use another methaphor. Sorry things like that just really annoy me. But then again, I spend hours working out the smallest detail and researching things like Max Fuller's wife's name...
She doesn't like her coffee bitter, like her relationships and dirty martini, the woman mainly drinks scotch!, like do your research if you use it as something to make a point about a character and their actions.
And Sara was not sleeping with whoever tickled her fancy during her time with the Legends. There were a few choice people she hooked up with but she wasn't sleeping her way through time as so many Avalance people would like to make it out.
And who the hell thinks Ava's sweet while Oliver is bitter? It's like the exact opposite. Oliver's the sweetest person on the planet, Ava is so fucking bitter it's not even funny anymore.
And I don't why I'm over here ranting. Blame it on all the people tagging fics as Canarow simply for mentioning the fact that Sara used to date Oliver. That's a fact, you don't need to tag it that for two sentences.
I swear I get heat for also tagging a Canarrow story Olicity because technically in the story Oliver is with Felicity as in the present but Avalance and Olicity people tag a story Canarrow just because Sara and Oliver having been together is mentioned or they break up in the first chapter and them actually being together is never shown in the story.
Make it make sense and stop tagging your toxic bullshit with my ship! There are so few Canarrow fics out there don't throw your anti-fics in there I don't want to see those toxic ships under my happy tag.
I think I'm done now.
And where are my fellow Canarrow writers at? I sort of want to go through with "there can't be a none Canarrow ship at the top of the Canarrow tag" but I'm one person, my muse is flakey and given the amount of Avalance and Olicity people that are currently falsely tagging their fics Canarrow I will not be able to do that.
Wow this post just turned into something entirely different.
Anyway... I hope everyone has a great day.
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two-hearts-beat · 1 year
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I was kinda sceptical of Komi Can't Communicate's depiction of lesbianism but what I really didn't expect was the flood of gay innuendo/jokes later on 😆
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aturnoftheearth · 1 year
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SORRY that made no sense I MEANT LIKE. the last art that u said those r lyrics. where in gods name did we see those. was that an interview thing. i forget completely but theyre ingrained in my soul
someone put what they thought were the lyrics underneath the one (1) live performance on youtube AND i just checked because they played a snippet on afwp and ben sings “we don’t need to talk that much, she talks enough for both of us // we don’t need to watch the sky, the stars align when she walks by // i don’t need to pray for rain, i say her name and the seasons change” AND THEN IT GETS INTERRUPTED. BITING AND MAIMING THEM THEY KNOW WHAT THEYRE DOING.
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alittleillusionmachine · 10 months
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Once again thinking about Wagon On The Way To The Stripey Tent / Sandtrap
Why did the Monkeys never release it as a B Side at least 😭 James Ford I know you have a copy somewhere PLS LET ME HAVE IT
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declansboobs · 1 year
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to adam. it will always be Tracks. his little portable cd player has tracks in it. he’s in the garage listening to living on the edge of the world. he’s prying his eyeballs out of his skull to restless nights. he’s fighting the terrors to my love will not let you down
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lexa-griffins · 2 years
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The tags about lexa’s hands are so true !! I mean I see a lot of people thinking it’s canon that lexa grew up in extreme poverty (ate very little, was cold during winter or wasn’t cared for when injured….) just because they assume everyone is suffering in the grounder’s society. Which seems… idk a little disturbing ? Like they think it was a shit hole ? Compared to the ark maybe in their views. Realistically speaking, given the rarity of nightbloods, I assumed they were very protected and shielded and were basically the equivalent of rich people’s children in order to allow them to develop in the best conditions
The nightbloods are all basically heirs to the throne, other than practicing with each other and their firsts, there shouldn't be much more they do physically, if you take away the whole eventually gonna fight for their lives, those are pretty much the best treated kids in the entirety of the coalition.
Do you guys think Lexa hunts for her food or is made do carry anything that could potentially injure her? Nightbloods are supposed to have indurance and be quick on their feet, not made to be able to throw down a warrior thrice their size with their bare hands!! Look at Lexa fighting! She uses momentum and tiring Roan never actual brute force - as yes that is still very much fighting still, actually it shows how much better she is at fighting than Roan who always tried to attack, tiring himself out quickly. The nightbloods, and by extent Heda, are much more sheltered than people think. They aren't warrios by trade, they are neither treated nor expect to act as such. They're leaders, first and foremost. They have people to do the heavy lifting for them, hell I'm almost positive they get what might be the best of the food to keep them in good health and avoid losing them to any sort of sickness.
Titus lessons where bullshit but they did serve one purpose - make sure the commander does not get hurt, neither physically nor emotionally.
And honestly Lexas dainty little princess hands are accidentally a very good show of how Heda is a position that requires much less field action than people let on.
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parcai · 2 years
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literally nothing better than seeing someone u haven't in yrs + u both being better people um 👸🤴
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chenfordspiral · 2 months
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Every time I'm here, I marvel at the beauty that is the Alps as if I'm seeing them for the very first time again. 🏔️🇮🇹
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rarety-13 · 3 months
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Como me gustaría leer un "ya estoy afuera" en un mensaje tuyo
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ironsaguaro · 9 months
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Super Rare Paul Pope Comics and Ephemera
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yanderenightmare · 2 months
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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, drugging
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Thinking about a human collector who decides he wants a new pet to add to his collection...
The air of the animal shelter is polluted by whimpers, howls, and growling as he parades past all sorts of rareties locked up in their cages – all for him to pick and choose from. 
The warden is telling him about the new swan hybrid they wrangled a week ago, wings like an angel with the grace of royalty, a true prize jewel of any collection. 
He thinks it sounds promising before strolling past you.
Placed in one of the smaller cages on the floor, seemingly tucked away so as not to catch anyone’s attention. 
You’re a sorry sight to behold – all starved and shaking – the collar around your throat too heavy for you to lift your head, having to look up at him through your lashes as he crouches down in front of you.
Your eyes are wide like two moons as he sticks a finger in through the bars.
It’s thick like a carrot, and for a moment, you seem like you’re about to scurry away into the very back of your cage – but instead, you inch closer, sniffing at the digit before suddenly snapping at him.
He backs away with a hiss, drawing the warden's attention – who rushes back and knocks his cain against the cage with a growl in his throat, “Stupid critter.” 
You’ve narrowed your eyes, nose wrinkled in anger – something akin to a snarl forming your lips. It’s a funny expression to see on such a normally docile breed.
“I’m really sorry, sir. Bunnies aren't usually aggressive, but we’ve had issues disciplining this one for weeks.” The warden rushes out the apologetic excuse, expecting to be sued.
But the collector only chuckles – a deep sound that makes your soft fur stiffen. “That’s fine.” 
He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, all movements calm and collected as he wipes the spill of blood trickling from the small bite mark you’d left on his finger.
“It’s only a nibble, after all.” 
You spit the bitter taste left in your tongue out on his shoes with another sneer.
If it angers him, it still doesn’t show through the lofty smile he wears. His leer is just as poised and heavy as he looks down at you.
“Does she talk?”
The warden had turned to lead him towards the more desirable and tamed section but halted at the question.
He had a puzzled look on his face before he answered, almost in a question himself, “We don’t know.”
The collector scoffed out another small laugh, then pulled out his phone. “How much?”
The warden seemed appalled then. “Sir, we have exotic pets more up to your standard in the back. Are you sure-”
“I want this one.”
The warden looked snuffed at his firm tone. But straightened himself out after a moment. All business as usual. “We can’t guarantee she’ll behave. It could be dangerous-”
But he’s cut off yet again, this time with another rumbling chuckle.
“That won’t be an issue.”
And those dark eyes with that deeply dominating look within them were the last thing you remember seeing before becoming a sleepy heap on the floor of your cage – drooling with a blank stare as you’re carried to the trunk and driven off with.
The tranquilizer makes you fall asleep, waking to heat swallowing you as you’re lowered into a bathtub.
“Let’s get you groomed first.” The same man murmurs in a coo. Petting your head with a heavy hand when seeing your weary eyes try blinking off the sleep – but still left too drowsy to thrash.
Instead, you can just moan as he washes you with a tender smile on his face – his big hands coarse against your creamy skin, rubbing your plush limbs with soap and oil.
“My pets have been an awful handful lately…”
He’s talking about something, but you only catch bits and pieces of the words being said. Something about ruts and scratched furniture – someone’s been pissing in the sofa, and all the pillows are ruined.
He messages the lops of your ears, then rinses them gently.
“But it’s my fault. I’ve been neglectful.”
He cups your tits next, lathering them with the warm milky water, circling your nipples with the gritty pads of his thumbs until they perk.  
Then he delves under the water to find your puffy cunt, letting the hot water rush the sensitivity, making it swell with heat as he splits the lips and pets your clit. 
You buck your hips, and he awes with a light chuckle, crooning down at you. “It's okay, little bunny.”
His carrot-sized finger teases your hole before sinking inside you, filling you in slow and tentative pumps. Sitting next to the tub, just as composed as before, while your cunt squeezes his knuckles.
He hums, watching your body fight the tranquilizer as you seize up and ripple with release.
He retracts his hand, patting them both on the fluffy towel placed next to him. A content smile on his face. “You’re gonna do perfect.”
After he’s finished drying you, he fixes a collar around your throat and carries you out to the others.
“Gather ‘round, pets.” He announces, placing you down on the soft carpeted floors beneath.
Your limbs are still heavy, too weak to stand just yet. But that all changes with the adrenaline kick.
���Come say hi to your new rut-puppet.”
The stench in the air coats your skin with sweat.
“She’s a fragile thing, though, so make sure to play nice.”
Your big eyes skitter around. 
On your left, there’s a wolf, fox, and hyena who all lick their teeth at the sight of you.
Next to them lies a bear that wakens from his slumber. He licks his snout with a huff.
Drool drips from the hang in their lips as they start panting. 
And they aren't the only ones.
On your right, there’s a panther and leopard whose eyes all blackout into nothing but a deep pool of darkness.
Their tails slowly meander behind them as they arise from their beds to stalk you.
You whimper, backing up until your back hits the legs of your new owner.
You lift your head to look up at him, only to see him smiling down at you.
“Don’t be shy now. The smell of fear only makes them wilder.”
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thebirbinhand · 2 years
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self care is retail therapy uwu
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mikkouille · 2 years
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boat horror movies >>>>
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fuckyeahgoodomens · 6 months
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Hejo, I was wondering something and thought my question would be more likely to get an awnser on your blog.
I was wondering, in regards to the go books, mainly the black and white paperbags, is there a difference in rarety? I got both versions and since i love do like to anotate I want to use the less rare one for that.
If you, or anybody else in the fandom could help me out that would be great. Big thanks in advance 🙏🏻
Hiya! :) Based on what ppl say the white cover is more common than the black one :) <3.
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