#teenage dreams truly

[skysurfing]

funny bunch

#teenage dreams truly #satoru is sugar high just so were clear but like completely out of it #good for him #shoko setting her problems on fire <3 #uhh rip geto i think #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sashisu #geto suguru #shoko ieri #gojo satoru #jjk fanart #fanart

[crimeronan]

it's amazing how even in my school-related stress dreams 11 years after dropping out, i'm still a massive bitch.

last night i saw a video about how some kiddos these days have electronic hall passes that time how long you shit & i was like "oh, that's For Sure showing up in a nightmare tonight."

and indeed i did dream about being back in high school.

except in the dream i was at a table in my school library opening huge packages of candle-making and soap-making supplies, and the staff were like, "uhm, your lunch period is over in ten minutes," and i was like, "yup. i'm in the middle of something right now, tho. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯" and then when the bell rang, the rest of the dream became about an increasing number of administrators and school cops coming down to try to pry me away from my candle-making hobby while i sat my ass firmly in my chair and went, "put your hands on me. i fucking dare you."

......which is.

more or less. exactly what being in high school was. actually like for me.

#dreams can't Get You trapped in a classroom if you refused to put up with that shit irl. i guess. #pathological noncompliance serving me well 11 years later. i can promise you all it did me no favors at the time #also pathologizing noncompliance is evil. doctors are evil cops are evil and high school is a special kind of evil. #to my followers who are still in high school i'm so sorry. life is gonna get so much better once ppl stop TIMING HOW LONG YOU SHIT. #i don't often say freak behavior but truly freak behavior. leave teenagers ALONE. #dreams

[howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen]

I used to think I’ve never related to the “I think I know more about american girl dolls than you do genius” meme but then I remembered the truly insufferable man who worked at my local record shop and acted like I knew nothing about anything when I had been going there longer than he had.

#he was so condescending and rude I never went back ! #I don’t collect records anymore anyway but truly what was his deal. #ugh I just remembered the man at the guitar shop he was just as bad #I was buying the sparkly purple bass (who I LOVE by the way her name is killsong 💖) #and he was acting like I was an idiot #now I remember why I never pursued my dream of being in a rock band or any music related career lol #I was a teenager in both instances btw #nothing more rage inducing to a teenage girl than being looked down on

[kitnita]

my sister will periodically try to psychoanalyze my love of rewatching and rereading things + the fact that i love spoilers because she was talking about her own militant avoidance of spoilers as being about control & she was like ..... is it also control w you? is it a need to know how things will end before they start?? but also i'm the most chill and well-adjusted person in our family vis-à-vis not being a control freak so she just views me as an anomaly. in this & many other ways.

#zoe.txt #all this to say i can feel the urge to rewatch dirty dancing rising up in me #ohhh and moulin rouge. am i sick #when i was a sickly teenager (i am still sickly on account of the bad immune system) i would watch those ALL the time when i stayed home #+ clueless. and field of dreams #like truly those dvds on rotation while i wasted away in bed #much like the many therapists i have ditched over the years is my sister neglecting to factor my sickliness into the psychoanalysis

[echidnana]

from what we've seen, it seems like Haruka is one of if not the most underrated/unpopular characters. which is wild! she's so interesting. she's been an idol since she was a child, put so much weight up on herself to be the perfect idol and inspire hope that when that reality was shattered for her she wasn't able to even move on stage, is autistic and has a special interest in penguins (she said her ideal vacation would be swimming with penguins at madagascar!), and is just an all around friendly person. people talk about how Minori must feel being around her as a huge fan, but what about Haruka! she starts interacting with this girl who clearly worships her and makes her a bit uncomfortable at first, but she handles the situation with so much grace despite what she's going through at the moment. her and Minori are able to become friends because Minori ultimately respects and loves Haruka the idol and Haruka Kiritani- and because Haruka treats Minori with respect and kindness, not just as an idol but as a high school girl.

#idk we're having feelings about haruka! #AND she has an eating disorder that is literally never resolved #she's so strict with herself. and it's all for other people! #i think the reason minori is able to become close with haruka is BECAUSE of how much haruka was strugging when they met #haruka wasn't being an idol anymore. she didn't think she ever would be again #so when she met minori she was of course graceful and treated her kindly as a fan but didn't put on an idol persona #so minori sees haruka as she truly is #and it doesn't deter her at all! she is the buggest haruka fan in the world but still she sees haruka for who she is- a struggling #teenage girl who feels like she has to give up on her dream #confluence.txt #haruka.txt #we play project sekai

[worfsrozhenko]

i get my eyebrow pierced tomorrow im so excited… cannot stop thinking abt it

#eddie.txt #and then on sunday im seeing fall out boy AAAAAHHHHHGGGK!!!!!!!! #truly living my teenage wannabe emo dream #i listened to the music and all but i was way too broke and scared to actually dress like it

[rapunzelforlorn]

Saw a post about the april 1st 2013 event that prompted tumblr to always have a sanctioned event as to not leave users to their own devices and must I say it made me nostalgic for 2012 tumblr. Everyone talks about 2014 tumblr as "the era" but I've been around since September of 2012 when my friend my high school (shout out mickey if you're still here girl hi!) Set me up with a blog and I was big into Disney and Broadway and I made alot of post about princesses and Broadway but my meat and potatoes was once upon a time. This blog thrived because I did live posts and reactions. Most of my followers are either deactivated or unfollwed me at whatever point I joined a sorority and didn't post on here for 7 years but I digress... it was truly a time to be alive. I was never a huge blog but in my fandoms I was a frequent flier in the tags. I miss it.

#rambling #nostalgic #once upon a time #i was a teenage girl with a laptop and a dream #i love tori spring so much bc i truly was her

[jlf23tumble]

do you have any thoughts on rbb/sbb in relation to a larry breakup in 2015? i always have a hard time reconciling the idea that they were broken up with the existence of the bears even though i do think they were very hot & cold during that time period

Eh, my own head canon is that the rift in 2015 wasn't some kind of I'm never speaking to you ever again, it's just the way more public-facing f/w/b situationship, none of which negates what was goin' on with the bears

#that promo season meant they were in pocket and bored out of their collective ghords 24/7 so why not fuck around/find out #i also don't think it was JUST the two of them w/r/t the bears #they were big in it but it feels like a joke writ large which makes it fun #like some things are pure them (just reviewing that masterpost #and rbb puking in the toilet IS teenage harry doing the same for example) #but i wouldn't doubt some other pastiches in that whole fever dream of a tableau represent multiple somethings to someones #and i truly love that idea #and since none of us knows shit about it #i'll run with it lol #(more accurately--sit with it--you get me)

[harrysharrington]

#truly think this is the song™️ of this album #her vocals the instrumentals everything that makes this song what it is — absolutely incredible #it’s her best song to date after teenage dream #and favorite crime #tunes #fic inspo #Spotify

[flareguncalamity]

truly The Guy Ever. his daughter is older than him and is also a boy and a shark and a teenager. his husband cut his arm off. he could have gone back to his dream job but instead he decided to overthrow the government. he’s an orphan. he has big beautiful brown eyes like a baby cow. he listens to dope saint jude. he stole a car to avoid having 1 second of awkward conversation with a retail worker. sometimes his daughter is a large animal that he rides into battle. he dresses like a dark souls character. he lives in a hovel. he’s named after those weird little columns that hold up fancy staircases. he hates free form jazz.

#oc #nimona #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart

[roaringroa]

did gee girls generation in the karaoke bar tonight

#so brave of me when i suck at the choreo and like only 4 other ppl in the whole bar knew the song #twas fun though #i sang like maybe 10 songs total i’m not even exaggerating lol #i think ppl almost sang the entirety of katy perry’s teenage dream album #and it was different ppl too! #truly the pop album of our generation when you think about it #my post

[queenofthequillandink]

Steph's new roommate's little brother was absolutely a meta.

The two of them weren't really trying particularly hard to hide it, but they weren't mentioning it either, so Steph just... followed their lead. Especially because Jazz, while a little neurotic, was a pretty good roommate and new some truly innovative things to make in the microwave with whatever was in their dorm fridge.

But anyway, back to the meta thing. Steph could totally back it up.

Jazz was from the Midwest somewhere, one of the "I" states. (Indiana? Illinois? Iowa? Steph could never keep them straight.) From the way Jazz talked about her parents and the things she said to Danny, Steph could tell that the Fentons still lived there and Danny with them. Yet at least four nights out of seven, without fail, Steph would come home from a long night studying or vigilante-ing to find Danny in their dorm room, usually passed out on the futon. As though Gotham wasn't halfway across the country from Indiana or Illinois or Iowa.

"Our parents are pretty loud," Jazz explained with a quiet grimace, the first time it happened. "Like 'keep you awake at all hours of the night' loud. I told Danny he could sleep here when he needs to, is that okay? Tucker's parents are great, but they'll kick him out eventually."

"As a sleep-deprived college kid, I wholeheartedly support sleeping wherever you can get it," Steph whispered back. "As long as he doesn't eat my half of the food, I'm not gonna tattle to the RA."

"Thank you thank you thank you!" Jazz squealed, flapping her hands. Steph darted a glance at the teenager passed out on their futon, but he didn't even twitch. "Oh, don't worry, you have to be loud enough to wake the dead to get Danny up," Jazz said with a smirk.

"Alright. Makes things easier, I suppose," Steph said with a shrug, moving to sling her backpack onto her bunk. "He gonna be here in the morning?"

Jazz narrowed her eyes as though Elder Sister Glare could penetrate dreams. Hell, maybe it could. "He'll be at school before you wake up, if he knows what's good for him."

School. Which should be halfway across the country. Sure. Well, Steph could recognize a topic that Simply Wasn't Spoken About and unlike the rest of the Bats, she actually respected her roommate's personal privacy. "Cool."

So. Definitely a meta. Teleportation, maybe? Or superspeed or flying, she supposed. Whatever it was, the kid was clearly only using it to get a good night's rest in a safe space, so it wasn't really Steph's business.

At least neither of them had noticed she was a vigilante. It was an impressive secret to keep in such close quarters, if Steph did say so herself.

~*~

Jazz had clocked that Stephanie was Spoiler in a week and a half. And it only took her that long because she was distracted by orientation. The girl wasn't exactly subtle. Especially not with her injuries. Jazz had three years of experience watching someone come home injured and try to hide it, and while she was better than Danny, it still wasn't good enough.

Still, Steph wasn't making a big deal of Danny portalling into their dorm half of every week. And, like she had with Danny, Jazz wanted Steph to trust her enough to tell her herself.

And if this meant that Jazz spent a good portion of her first semester figuring out the rest of the Bats' identities based on Steph's friends and acquaintances, well. That was between her and Steph's scary-but-sweet girlfriend who read her like a book as soon as their eyes met.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #dc comics #batman #stephanie brown #spoiler #i just think it would be funny for jazz and steph to be roommates #and jazz to know exactly what's happening #and steph to have a pretty good idea #and they just Never Fucking Talk About It #my writing #original

[telepathicfeline]

Oh to have bit the bullet and seen & Juliet again on this New Year’s Eve.

#I am listening to the OBC recording of course #Truly just want to experience a crowd experiencing Teenage Dream/Break Free again #And also I need to hear I Want It That Way (Reprise) in person again

[sunderwight]

Imagining a scenario where Shen Qingqiu clocks some of the lingering tension between the peak lords and Luo Binghe after they get married, and so looks up what all the rights & privileges of a peak lord's spouse are (because really only the ascetic peak has restrictions against marriage), and then just like. Heaps them onto Binghe.

Fine robes and ornaments in Qing Jing's style. A title. Appropriate authority over Shen Qingqiu's disciples and junior sect siblings. Technically Binghe is also entitled to use of his own residence, and there's a building on the peak that is at least nominally reserved for the peak lord's wife, but it hasn't been used in a long time and Binghe would cry if Shen Qingqiu even suggested living in separate buildings (and Shen Qingqiu would also not like it but shhh). So he doesn't get that, exactly, but Shen Qingqiu does have the building freshened up and aired out as a place where Binghe can house guests from the demon realms, or potentially his own personal disciples (should he desire to take any on one day).

Binghe accompanies Shen Qingqiu to peak lord meetings in his capacity as husband, rather than disciple, which means Binghe also gets to sit at the table instead of standing behind Shen Qingqiu's seat.

But really just, Shen Qingqiu making a point of doing everything extremely officially to really drive home that he married Binghe, and he expects Binghe to be treated with respect and not suspicion or derision or any of the other bad habits that his fellow peak lords have displayed. Not just with Binghe, but also towards the original goods in the past (SJ might have been a piece of work, but the fact also remains that most of what his sect siblings thought of him was inaccurate). SQQ scraping up every bit of political acumen he can find from all the books he read and PIDW itself and his own history as the son of a wealthy family, and being like, "if I don't want Binghe to be bullied, I must make it clear that he has my favor!"

Meanwhile everyone already knows Luo Binghe is Shen Qingqiu's favorite, like man they know it so much already, more than they'd like to, but it's not like they can SAY anything because actually putting the right hair ornament onto Luo Binghe's head and making the disciples address him as Shimu is in fact more appropriate than all the other ways Shen Qingqiu displayed his favoritism so far. It's just driving several of the other peak lords slowly insane because it's backwards! The order of things is all messed up! Shen Qingqiu can't truly expect them to start respecting this disgraceful mess of a relationship now, can he?!

Of course he can. Also Yue Qingyuan is backing him up. (Yue Qingyuan actually finds this kind of amusing, because it's very on-brand for both versions of Shen Qingqiu to get embroiled in a controversial mess only to retroactively go "oh yeah, respectability politics are a thing" and then just try and brazenly bluff his way through it.)

Meanwhile Binghe is very much enjoying himself. Could he stop anyone in the sect from actually mistreating him in a heartbeat? Of course. He could kill any of them, they all know it, and Binghe is not unaware of how to leverage that kind of fear into compliance, if not respect. But then he'd have to go stalking around being tyrannical all the time, and he does that enough as the demon emperor.

It's far more enriching to let people be rude to him and then hang his head and "nobly endure" the mistreatment, just to watch Shen Qingqiu's eyes narrow and his fan snap shut before he lets out some cutting remark and then lavishes another sign of his favor onto Luo Binghe. Binghe's wildest teenage fantasies were made of this stuff! He's living the dream!

#svsss #bingqiu #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain #bonus if this is how the other peak lords find out that they actually got hitched

[starofthesea7]

König~ Bitte (please)

(König cums too fast - pure filth)

König is a grunting mess beneath you, cheeks flushed deep red, eyebrows furrowed in ardent need. Brawny, scarred fingers grip threadbare cotton sheets, white knuckled— green eyes glossy with tears as he gazes down at you with fervour, pleas spilling from bitten lips. He’s in full tactical gear, fresh from the field, completely covered from your gaze, save for his bare crotch on full display between the zipper of his undone canvas pants.

He’s inexperienced- you could tell, even though he’d never murmured a word on the subject- it is laced thoroughly throughout his needy actions, the way his hips buck at the smallest touch you give his pale, rippling thighs, or how his heavy cock jumps when you praise him with sweet words. And there’s something so electrifying, having this beast of a man, in a killer’s uniform, writhing beneath you- it all goes straight to your head.

He is colossal. Infused with motor oil, brine and secondary cigarette smoke and the dirtiness of it- of him, cracks open the inviting door to even filthier actions.

His head is pressed harshly against the cool cement wall, damp hair curling around his brow. His mouth hangs agape— a glint of canine flashes in the dim light. His exposed his cock is tall and waiting eagerly for you and he’s embarrassed- you can tell by his flushed cheeks- embarrassed at how hard he is when you’ve barely even touched him- his engorged cock flushed deep purply red— glistening with a bead of pre spend at the sensitive head. Fuck.

His voice is rough and strangled, an honest attempt to string coherent thoughts together, “—ah, bitte, please...” He trails off, unsure of what he want’s you to do, all he knows is that he wants you.

You hold his gaze, vehemently, as you remove threadbare cotton in a swift motion, to revealing your naked frame to his widening eyes, you’re in nothing but a black thong and his glassy gaze is glued to your chest, he’s unable to tear it away, all gentile manners falling to perverse automatic action, he’s once more a teenager exploring his first playboy, struggling to take it in. Hair cascades around peaked nipples, and you’re a vision. He lets out a ragged breath at the soft swell of your breasts, truly questioning whether this was real- whether this was just another of his wet dreams and he’d wake up alone and have to shamefully clean sticky cum off himself. “You are…” he trails off on a ragged cliff, as if no known, spoken word could describe you, and the thought makes your heart swell against your ribs.

There’s a push and pull in him, you can feel it. Part of him instinctively wants to take control, have you his way, throw your body over the desk and ravage you- you both know that physically he can do whatever the fuck he wants with you. But something in him keeps him sat, under your control. He’s dying to do as you say, to follow your lead. The king has surrendered, and you are his unexpected successor.

Your hips bulge as your legs spread wide to fit over his massive thighs. Sinewy muscle tenses under you and the sight of his cock just waiting there for you makes your stomach clench. He’s staring at your crotch, at the small patch of wet fabric and the way it clings to the outline of your puffy cunt. There’s something pornographic about the way he’s fully dressed in tactical gear, complete with steel toed boots and dirty canvas pants, and you mount him bare, save for a sopping thong. Your airy, sultry voice cuts through thick, sweaty air, “Has it been a long time, König?” You’re being a bit patronizing, frankly, but you can tell he likes it, or he wouldn’t be this hard- pre-spend oozing out of his swollen slit.

His eyes rise to yours, and his pupils are blown wide, his voice breathless, “Ja-fuck-yes Maus, been so long. Please, touch me.” Your soft hands find his lower belly and its taught and veiny, skin scorching, you trace his abs, over his whisper of a happy trail, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers, littered with scars. Your softness melts into his roughness and you’re pulled into him as if he possesses his own gravitational force. You gather his pre-spend from his stomach on two fingers and he watches with bated breath as you raise them to your lips, you take them deep, and the poor man doesn’t know what to do with him self. He’s briny and bitter and you want to force the taste further down your throat. A pathetic sound leaves his mouth, and it makes your stomach flop.

You rise up slide your thong to the side, exposing your cunt and he’s eager to position himself for you. Ready to bend to your every need, all he wants to be is good for you. You feel your stomach clench in anticipation as you are struck again with how thick he is- the thought of him stretching you out makes you thrum with anticipation. You’re sopping, and he’s dribbling from the tip— cock sliding deliciously easy, against the seam of you, right up against the choking split. Your fingers find locks of his hair and you ground yourself in him, as he catches harshly on the edge of your hole, right against your clit and pleasure shoots through your body. You’re both so sleep and touch deprived and that just makes you all the more fervid. You’re embarrassed at how fucked out you must look, but his head is thrown back and he’s almost drooling and you can’t look more desperate than him.

You run his mushroom head over the split again, and he’s unable to contain himself, softly bucking his hips into you, and when he finally breaches your hole, spliting you wide for him you let out a sharp sound, fingers harshly grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He sobs, voice ripping through his hoarse throat, “Ah-ah! Maus, fuck you’re so hot inside so… small.” It’s really he that’s large but you don’t bother correcting him. You tighten your fingers, fisting his hair, surely hard enough to hurt, as you inch yourself lower onto him. His fingers find the fat of your ass and hes pulling your cheeks apart, marks sure to bloom purple and blue later. His hand finds the waistband of your thong and he’s pulling it, overstimulation forcing him to action, the feeling of it dragging against your clit makes you keel. You hear the fabric rip, and he’s murmuring a slew of apologies. “Ah- I’m sorry maus-” You kiss his cheek sloppily in forgiveness. Salty and warm- stubble brash against your lips.

You pull back and his eyes drop to your little cunt, swollen lips stretching out around him and he’s in awe that you can take him so well. He’s definitely bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but you can tell he doesn’t understand the extent of his size, and now is not the time to boost his ego, so you bite your lip and when your skin finally meets the cold metal of his zipper and he’s fully inside you sit there for a beat to adjust. Hes pulsing deep inside you and you can fucking see the outline of the head of his cock protruding from your belly, just below your bellybutton.

And when you point it out to him with a sickly sweet voice, “See you, so deep inside me König?”

He grunts, “Fuck me,” having to tear his eyes away a second later to keep from orgasming right then and there.

You begin to softly bounce your body above him, you tell yourself it’s to go easy on him, but truly you don’t think you could do move more with how deep he goes. Cold metal of his zipper harshly grazes your soft skin. Your breasts bounce with every movement and he pulls you into him, groaning into your shoulder, and sharp canines nick your flesh. Your grip in his hair mirrors your clench around him, painfully tight.

You speed up, slapping of skin fills the room, your flesh bubbles between his iron fingers and he’s whimpering into your ear, before you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes go wide and he’s suddenly blurting out, “Im sorry, I’m so sorry-ah, fuck.” His hips are bucking up into you faster, you feel them stutter, and his mouth falls open to softly bite your shoulder. His cock twitches, mushroom head notching somewhere deep inside you— and you can feel it in your stomach. He shudders all over, his huge form shaking with the strength of his orgasm, and then he blushes deep crimson. “I’m- A-ah,” Cum spurts out fitfully, and you feel it, hot and thick, filling your guts, and you can’t help but whimper into his hair at the feeling.

Warm pressure blooms in your belly. His deep raspy breaths grate against cold stillness.

Tears are brimming in his glassy eyes when he raises his head, damp curls falling across his forehead. Your cunt clenches at the sight and you redden at the obscene squelch it makes. He swallows hoarsely, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to…I couldn’t— you just felt so good—”

Another open mouthed kiss to his cheek makes him let out a soft puff of captive air.

“‘S okay König.” Your eyes sparkle, voice soft. “I can sit on your face, and you can make me cum then, yeah?” You smile coyly, as his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once more.

#cod #könig #konig #könig call of duty #cod smut #könig smut #konig fanfiction #konig x reader #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig mw2 #konig x you #könig x reader #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig imagine #könig mw2 #König amut #könig fanfiction #könig x oc #konig fanart #könig cod #amut #könig x y/n #könig x fem reader #cod mw2 #cod imagine #call of duty #konig x y/n #konig imagine

[pfreadsandwrites]

Do you have any recurring dreams?

Oh thanks for this question!

Not so much any that I can remember, but I did used to get one of my dad either being complicit in my murder or being very apathetic to the fact that I WAS about to be murdered 😂 that sounds dramatic and dark as shit but idk why my brain went there 😂

I also used to have one where there fish in my bed when I was sleeping??? I hated that dream Lmao

#ask game #answered #like my dad doesn’t have like… antipathy towards me I THINK but I also haven’t seen him in a decade #so maybe he truly is apathetic lmao but I used to dream that as a teenager #personal