#tipsy’s thoughts

[tzarrz]

to all people who said PART 1 made them laugh - i lov u 💗 this is for u

#look...i know it's been a month but hear me out- #guys don't yell he's really trying okay!! #NOT a mean ww truther bc he really isn't mean like at all #not in an intentional way #he's just stressed and embarrassed and tipsy here give him a break #he's swagless & thinks it's yet another reason he's unlovable (untrue) #dont worry woowoo vash also severely lacks in the swag department #but funny doodles aside i have other more serious art of them already posted + in the works #their understanding of each other ends up being so deep #but at the same time they manage to be so utterly stupid about it #how do they manage? i don't know #they just make me want to tear my hair out #you're important to each other!!!! get!! that!!! thru!! ur! HEADS!!!! #neither of them think they deserve what they want/need #i'm inconsolable actually nobody talk to me (talk to me please) #see using words isn't so hard. stupid fictional men #(she thought she did something with those tags) #times are hard but i stay silly #by that i mean i re-read vol 10 #on the daily. #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood #trimax #trigun #tzarrz

[mydemonsyourangels]

boeing and top broke up because top tried to talk him into lasik surgery as well but he wasn't having it

#i don't know if i'm just a little tipsy or if this is the funniest thought i've ever had #only friends #only friends the series

[patronsaintofhomosandpain]

Fuck your word count!

༺𖤐๋࣭ ⭑🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ 𖤐༻

"Focus on your word count," "Write 2,500 words a day," "Real writers set monthly word goals."

SHUT UP! Your word count doesn't matter. You're just stressing yourself out.

It doesn't matter if you write one word today or 10,000! At least you wrote something! Focus on that.

Quality and sanity of quantity.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #writblr #writer things #writers #writerscorner #writerslife #book blog #original writing #creative writing #writers block #writing stuff #writing advice #writings #thoughts #advice #tipsy tuesday

[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

The way love is such a prevalent theme throughout jjk has me in shambles

especially because it's not even a "love saves the day" kind of thing no love literally doomed some of these people. It's why Riko didn't merge with tengen, it's why Gojo couldn't kill Geto the first time, it's why Kenjaku was able to take over Geto's body, it's why Yuuta cursed Rika, it's why Gojo got sealed, it's why Maki massacred the Zen'in, it's why Toji spiraled like almost every pivotal point in the story can be linked to someone whose love for another resulted in catastrophe

Gojo was right that love is the most twisted curse of all

#and the most damning part is that the majority of those times are because of satosugu #kenjaku would have never gotten geto's body if gojo had parted with it properly #gojo would have never been sealed if he wasn't so in love with geto and shocked when he saw him #posts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #yuuta #maki #toji #kenjaku #geto #gojo #jjk analysis #jjk meta #these are all literally off the top of my head and im tipsy if i really thought about it i know i could think of more

[bulbabutt]

fighting w myself about if i like the fortnite april design or not cuz on the one hand its a good look based on specifically 87 april which pushes it more in the direction of not sexualizing the jumpsuit (like. they are simply coveralls theres nothing sexy about it) so its a good upgrade of 87 april in that regard so i do like it

on the other hand: it is literally just a thin white woman w no discernible features, its very indistinguishable from like. ever other woman in that game or modern games in general, which is fine for like. what it is they dont need to reinvent the wheel to design april thats not my point

specifically whats annoying about that is that the last 2 aprils have been black, and with mm april specifically shes been the subject of so much hate and bigotry from people who know nothing about character design OR tmnt in general. so this is gonna light some shit on fire cuz ive already seen this being used to shit on mm april, who in my opinion has the strongest april design from any standpoint (she is a modern teenage girl whos not popular at school and likes journalism. that is what she fucking looks like)

andddd just in case anyone who isnt aware says anything lets all remember that originally april as a character never had a set in stone character design because every single male artist mirage hired would just draw whatever they thought the most attractive woman was at that time (is she asian is she black is she white they literally never gave that a thought it was simply draw pretty woman) until it came to making a toy to sell to kids

#thoughts #tmnt #april oneil #april o'neil #this is rambly as fuck im tipsy its whatever #ive never played fortnite or anything i just love to talk about april #and twitter is a HELLSCAPE NO ONE SHOULD EVER WITNESS #design gets props for brown eyes tho. #blue eyed 87 april isnt real she cant hurt you

[spookyserenades]

happy friday im drunk and all i can think abt is how sexy namjoon is with a buzzcut. do you know how fucking delicious you have to be to pull that off

#i should do tipsy ask hours #like seriously all he'd have to do is get an eyebrow slit and i'd buy a one way ticket to seoul #anywayssss heyyy lol #dana's thoughts #🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐 #drunkposting

[fruityedge05]

throwback to when my cousin and i were each sipping on a can of pina colada while rewatching nimona and we had the realization that ambrosius x ballister could be called "boldloin" and we ended up cry laughing for like a solid thirty minutes

nimona the movie that you are-

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #my aunt thought that we were drunk because of how hard we were laughing #watching nimona while a little bit tipsy is such an experience #nimona movie

[sugusearrings]

it would be gojo’s idea to sneak into a nightclub after that hectic mission.

the bouncer saw geto and gojo’s fake IDs but seeing you and shoko were with them, he finally let you guys in.

now you’re having your first shot with your best friends.

but one shot turns into another

and another,

and another,

and another.

now you’re on the dance floor in the middle of a very tipsy gojo and geto. very impressed how the boys can actually dance. especially gojo.

but it only makes the two strongest sorcerers think how pretty you’ll look in the middle of them.

pleading and begging for both of them to stuff all you till you couldn’t take it anymore. and even then, they probably wouldn’t stop till you’re leaking from all your holes.

#don’t mind me #just lowkey tipsy atm #AND THEY CAN DANCE DANCE #THEY HAVE RHYTHM I KNOW THEY DO #imma go drink more now ✨ #drabble ideas #jjk drabble #jjk drabbles #satoru x suguru x reader #gojo x geto x reader #gojo x geto x you #satoru x suguru x you #satosugu #satosugu drabble #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #( sugusearrings thoughts * ) #( sugusearrings ideas * ) #( sugusearrings shorts * )

[gh-0-stcup]

Riley failed because the writers didn't understand the archetype they were trying to convey and their audience.

Riley's the all-American boy next door. His character model was so pervasive in other media because it's wholesome, simple, and nostalgic. Calling back to a nebulous time when people were nice, helpful, and virtuous. (Actually a rose tinted view of a nonexistent past - it calls back to the viewers childhood when everything felt that way.)

The most important thing with this character model is the feelings it evokes in the audience. The character must come across to the audience as

A moral paragon

Safe

The problem is that this type of character also has deep associations with heteronormativity, sexism, and racism. They have been used numerous times in media to help uphold and propogate these ideas.

But BTVS' very premise stands in direct opposition to the American values this character model tends to embody. It's more likely that this archetype will evoke the exact opposite feelings it's supposed to in fans of BTVS. They're more likely to have been victimized in their lives by the messaging imbeded into it.

It could have worked extremely well had the writers considered what would evoke the same feelings with their own audience.

Take one of Riley's early scenes - punching Parker for his comments about freshman girls and toilet seats. It's mentioned after that Riley does not take issue with his friends talking about women in "worse" ways. He reacted the way he did because he's got a crush on Buffy.

Imo, this is the moment the character failed. If you want to sell a character like Riley as a love interest to audience like BTVS', you must ensure the line between chivalry and chauvinism is never crossed. Once it is, that character's virtuousness will forever come across as a facade. A way to have control and possession over women under the guise of protecting their honour.

A minor adjustment to this one scene would help reframe Riley's motivations. He doesn't take kindly to men speaking that way about women, but it is odd for him to react violently.

In this version, he's someone who respects women in general but has more rash reaction than normal because his crush on Buffy is shaking him up. It also suggests he's not a man who's typically quick to violence.

Another important scene is when Riley finds Buffy outside at night and insists on walking her home. She puts up a fight, commenting on the sexism of assuming boys can take care of themselves but girls need to be walked home. Riley's response is that yes, this is absolutely what he believes.

Now, Riley is a trained soldier who knows there's very serious danger lurking around at night and does not know that Buffy is anything other than a tiny civilian. It's understandable that he would insist upon protecting her. The issue is entirely with how the dialogue is framed.

A better answer to Buffy's question would be "You shouldn't have to." Set him up as a man who understands many women can protect themselves, but believes his role is ensuring they never have to.

It shifts these gender roles from "woman weak, man strong" to Riley's sense of honour. Focuses on how he derives meaning from protecting civilians and those he cares about. Helps shed light on the mentality that led him to becoming a soldier and suggests that being a soldier is tied to his sense of identity and personal values.

It also more firmly shifts being a soldier from a day job to a duty for Riley. It gives him a connection with Buffy, who also believes it is her responsibility to use her strength to protect people.

Just two very simple shifts in dialogue and Riley's a much better character. Amazing how they got it so wrong without even understanding what mistakes they made.

#i had a very long and better organized rough copy in my drafts #but part of it got nuked by my phone deciding to update tumblr WHILE I WAS WRITING #and now i'm tipsy and i've been sitting on these thoughts for days so i want other ppl to see it #coherency be damned #i'll probably add to/adjust this tomorrow or sometime this week #riley finn #btvs #btvs s4

[snzluv3r]

i love having a snzfucker girlfriend so much she makes me feel so attractive and special in moments that i’ve normally been made to feel gross and embarrassed and small, like i should be ashamed of things i can’t control.

not only does she treat me with kindness and patience when i’m having a horrible allergy attack and can do nothing but sniffle and sneeze, she makes me feel pretty and worth loving and even sexy and it’s so special and i’m never going to get used to it

#idk i’m just soft #our first night together i was falling asleep while still having a fit #and i had been stifling but i started drifting off and before i realized what was happening i had sneezed fully and really harshly #directly into the palm of her hand (which she had cupped and ready in front of my mouth and nose the second i started hitching) #god it was so embarrassing and i immediately sprang up and apologized over and over #but she just cooed and shushed me and told me that i had nothing to be sorry or embarrassed about #and got me back to sleep #and then the next day when i apologized about it again #because it really was like #a very spray-y sneeze directly into her hand #she told me how much it turned her on and how adorable she thought it was #sorry i’m so soft and a little tipsy and decently sick so #i sm feeling very emotional and i just have so much to say about my gf #god

[bulkhummus]

happy butch appreciation day — felt the need to share the hauler ships resident butch kings, IV and Jo

#iv is the doctor #and jo is communications #just some messy sketches #im very low energy these days #but i wanted to draw my two v favorite butches #i thought abiut including frankie here…… but im too tipsy and sleepy #hauler crew #jo #IV #art tag #butch #butch lesbian #butch dyke #butch appreciation day #butch appreciation

[faerieprincessslut]

Oh no I hope a tall obsessive sick perverted masked man with a neck tattoo doesn’t break in and use me as his r@pedoll ruthlessly breeding me to satisfy himself, r@ping me into the floor like a pathetic toy he can break until he’s bored and I’m limp and used pooling cum all over the carpet and when he’s done he slaps my swollen cunt, still throbbing, calls me a “good girl” and then ties me quite easily as I’m too used up to fight back strapping a vibrator to my thigh so it’s torturing my clit, overstimulating and forcing me to cum. I’m crying and whimpering and shrieking already as he sets up a camera to film me. Once he’s got the camera set up to record me helplessly and unwillingly tied up with a vibrating torturing my sensitive puffy clit, he leaves.

I’m tied up being forced to cum for hours, my brain leaking from my ears, faerie princess slut juices leaking from my tortured cunt, drool leaking from my mouth along with my screams and whimpers, and tears leaking from my pathetic doe eyes. I’m stuck a helpless leaky little prisoner for so many hours I’m convinced it’s been days as the camera ran out of storage and battery forever ago. He finally comes back I’m passed out on the floor still tied up in a pool of cum the vibrator has died, which he notices right away. He viciously slaps my tortured cunt over and over again and when that doesn’t wake me up he slaps me ruthlessly across the face. That still doesn’t work I’m so spent. He switches out the dead vibrator with a new fully charged one, laughing sadistically. I wake up crying and screaming and cumming. With blurry eyes filled with tears I see him, his face still masked, standing above me with a knife and a belt completely naked with his massive cock fully erect and veiny. I’m scared of all three but I can’t stop cumming against my will like a pathetic wind up toy. I’m so helpless and he is fully equipped to do whatever he wants to me.

[I think I'm gonna have to continue this storyline sometime omfg so wet]

#faerieprincessslvt #i am owned/taken <3 #kezia’s smvt #tipsy writing x #cnc r@pe #masked men #cnc overstim #overstim nsft #r@pedoll #r@pe k1nk #r@pe k!nk #forced cumming #cnc princess #cnc pleasure #cnc brat #r@petoy #r@pe fantasy #r@pe play #r@pe kink #cnc k!nk #r4p3 fantasy #r4pecock #r4p3play #r4pepl4y #nymphomaniac thoughts consuming me #use me use me use me #cnc fr33use #fr33use #cnc doll #cnc dom

[jadewritesficshere]

Happy Birthday to me

Steve Harrington x female!Reader

Synopsis: Steve arrives to your house aka part 2 to Happy Birthday

Contents: kissing, p in v, cream pie (wrap it up ppl), pet names (Baby) (no use of y/n), this has 0 plot

18+ only

BANG!BANG!BANG!

You jumped, dropping the bag of chips. The banging on your door had startled you from watching some random movie on TV. Chips scattered the floor, and you scowled at the mess. It was already 10pm, no one should be coming to your apartment at this time. The banging continued causing your temper to rise. You pulled your robe closed and tied the sash to hold it in place.

You narrowly avoided crushing chips under your feet, the chips having scattered farther then you thought. You glared at the waste, making a mental note to clean it up so there wouldn't be ants. With a huff, you turned on your heel and stomped to the door. You swung the door open," Who the hell-"

Oh

Steve

Steve was standing there, hair askew. His hair was flopping onto his forehead, partly stuck to sweat. His shirt clung tight to his biceps and chest. His jeans showing off a bulge, made you feel like a pervert for noticing his groin every time you were together (it wasn't intentional which made it worse, he didn't even realize it). You knew he was big with how he walked and how these jeans didn't hide much. Your eyes drifted back up to his face. His face was flushed, lips reddened from biting them. His eyes swirled with emotions.

"Uh...hello?" You shift, realizing you were only in a thin satin robe. You pull the robe tighter to cover you," I wasn't expecting you...uh..."

Steve chuckles lowly before taking a step inside the door, forcing you to shuffle back. He continues in and turns to shut the door. You go to lock the door and-

Your back collides with the front door, his big hands grasping your biceps (fuck his hands are so huge they envelop your arm). Your head lightly bangs against the door, making you say "ow" even though it doesn't hurt.

"Shit, you okay?" Steve pulls back and you can see the concern in his eyes, the wrinkle in his brow. One hand leaves your arm and goes to the back of your head, gently feeling to ensure there are no bumps. "Just startled me," you mumble, feeling flustered at how close Steve was. Steve hums, hand trailing down to the back of your neck.

"I saw your video."

A solid second of silence filled the space as it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. Once realization struck you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. A moment of courage, you gave the video to Steve. But now, standing in his gaze, it felt too warm. You fidget and try to look down, but Steve forces your head back up to look at him. He leans in, licking his lips," I really liked it Baby."

"You did?" You ask quietly, biting your lip. A bad habit of yours, something Steve scolded you about. You feel the pressure of his hand go off your neck before his thumb is removing your bottom lip from between your teeth. His thumb stays there as he smirks at you," Really liked it Baby...all that just for me?" You inhale sharply, before tentatively darting your tongue out to lick his thumb.

His eyes widen, but he doesn't move away. No, he moves his thumb closer to your tongue. You lick him again before closing your mouth around the digit. You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck lightly. The groan Steve releases makes your stomach flutter and heat spread between your thighs. Steve removes his thumb quickly, a light popping noise echoing in your ears. "Enough teasing me," Steve mumbles before leaning in.

His lips meet yours in a flash. Soft and smooth with a hint of cherry thanks to the chapstick he wears. His tongue darts out and licks your bottom lip before he's licking into your mouth. You've never felt more alive than this moment. A moan escapes you, causing Steve to push into you more.

The cool of the front door behind you, the warmth of his body in front of you. You can feel Steve's erection pressed against you. It makes your head spin with want. Your chest is heaving with breaths, pressed against his. Your arms are wound behind his head, hands threaded through his hair. One of his hands is fiddling with the sash of your robe. The other is holding your hip, pulling you close and lifting your leg. You wrap it around him, balancing against the wall and your one leg on solid ground.

At this new angle, Steve's bulge is pressed perfectly into you. He rolls his hips forward slightly, causing your head to fall back in a moan. You are so wet, you know your underwear is soaked. You can barely think anything but Steve Steve Steve.

Steve takes advantage of your head falling back to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He licks and nips, finding the spot that makes your knees go weak. Steve must realize this, because suddenly he's got his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you against him. His hips rock into yours, at a slow but steady pace. The feeling causes you to become more aroused. Just enough pressure to press against your clit each time, making you want more.

Steve pulls back, a thread of spit connecting his mouth to your neck. "Can I take this off Baby?" Steve mumbles, eyes focused on yours as he fiddles with the sash again. You nod, unable to find your voice. Steve beams at you, wide smile spread across his face. You pretend not to notice the way his hands shake slightly as he unties your robe. You hear Steve take a deep breath in before he opens the robe.

You wish now you had on some lingerie. Or something matching at least. Your black bra and pastel cotton underwear could not be more different. You would feel slightly ashamed, except Steve bites his lip and groans. His eyes dart hungrily over your figure before he shakily exhales. His hands are on your hips, and he lays his forehead against your shoulder. "Give me a second..." he mutters. You lightly stroke his hair as he stands there, face down with his eyes closed.

"God, you're even better in person," Steve's hands flex slightly, fingers digging into your hips. A giggle escapes you, and you know Steve is smiling even if you can't see it. You pull your leg down from where it was wrapped around him, earning a soft whine from him. Steve lifts his head and peers into your eyes, a slight pout on his lips. "Bedroom?" You ask and his eyes light up.

You manage to turn the lock on the door and slide the robe fully off your body before grabbing Steve's outstretched hand. He leads you into your bedroom, your heart pounding wildly. The soft glow of the distant street light shines in through the window, illuminating the bed. You get on and lay back on the bed, propped up on your elbows, watching Steve.

Steve pulls his shirt off, throwing it in the corner without a second thought. You lick your lips as you gaze at his chest. You've seen him shirtless before, of course, having gone swimming together; however, you've never really been able to look. Chest hair that has a slight wave to it, pecs you want to grab, freckles scattered about his pale skin. Your eyes catch the smattering of hair under his belly button that leads down into his pants. His long fingers deftly unbutton his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down.

Oh

You knew he was packing...but this? His cock is thicker rather than longer. Still a good length, it would surely reach deep in you. You've never seen a cock this thick before though. You aren't even sure he will fit. The head is flushed a deep red. Some dark curls at the base, neatly trimmed. His balls hang heavy against his thighs. Thick thighs that you wanted to wrap around you.

Steve stands there with a smirk, letting you have your fill of looking. He wasn't shy, nervous sure, but not shy. He was confident he looked good. He just wanted to make sure he made you feel good. From his vantage point, he can see the darkened wet spot on your pale panties. He gives you a few more seconds to stare before stalking towards you. You hastily take your bra off and fling it across the room. He pauses for a moment, eyes darting to your chest. "Damn," Steve rasps out. He crawls up the bed and hovers over you.

"Hi," you mutter as you peer up at him. "Hi," he chuckles before giving you a quick peck on the lips. You go to deepen the kiss, laying fully on your back as he crawls over you. Your hands roam his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles flex as he holds himself above you. Steve's hand cups your breast, squeezing and rolling it slightly. He pulls back from kissing you, making you pout. You would complain, but he quickly trails kisses down your neck to your collarbone before he reaches your breast.

Steve lightly nips at the top of your breast before leaving open mouthed kisses all over. Licking and sucking your nipple into his mouth. The sensations send a fluttery warm feeling down to your groin. You can feel your wetness dampening your panties further. "Steve," the man in question lifts his head to look at you," please..." you shift under him trying to get some relief.

Steve smiles softly at you, before kneeling back and dragging your panties down your legs. They get caught for a second on your foot before falling to the bed. Steve takes this moment away from you to really gaze at you. Your folds glisten with your arousal. Your breasts gleam from his saliva. You look like the most beautiful site in the world. His dick twitches as he bites back a moan.

He clambors back on top of you, a bit rushed with excitement. Steve's face returns parallel to yours, as he holds himself up on one arm. "You're so gorgeous..." Steve uses his free hand to trail his fingers across your jaw. "Please Steve..."

You shift and spread your legs open for him. He leans in and kisses you, chests touching, as he moves his hand off your jaw and down. He slides a finger through your slit and you both moan at the feeling. Your tongues move in tandem against each other as he gently inserts one finger into you. You can distantly hear the sound of how wet you are as he pumps his finger in and out of you, quickly adding another.

Two fingers and already it's better then what you could do yourself. His fingers are bigger and longer than yours, and more coordinated. You're already on the edge. He adds a third finger and you're done for.

Stars burst behind your eyes as you moan. Your legs shake and writhe from the pleasure. Your inner walls flutter and clench around Steve's fingers, making him moan. A pleasure you've never felt washes over you. You start to come back down to earth, feeling your legs still twitch. If it felt that good from his hands alone, you can't imagine how good it will be with his dick. You barely realize you're mumbling his name over and over until he starts saying your name repeatedly back to you.

Steve smiles at you before giving you a kiss on the nose- oh that was cute you think. Steve slowly removes his fingers and you whimper at the loss. "You still want to..? Steve's eyes dart down and back to yours. "Steve Harrington, if you don't fuck me right now....I will never speak to you again."

"Oh, well we can't have that," Steve winks. You can feel the tip of his dick run through your folds. The head catches on your hole and you both gasp. Steve bites his lip before slowly pushing in. "Oh fuck, you feel better then I thought," Steve moans and your breathing quickens.

He isn't even halfway in and it's the fullest you've ever felt. Steve stops to give yourself time to adjust, at least that's what you think. In reality, he has to stop so he doesn't come too soon. You shift and wrap your legs around Steve's back, pulling him closer to get him to move again. When he's fully seated in you, you both release a breath.

"You feel so fucking good, Baby." "Uh-huh. You too." He laughs at you before moving his hips. You both moan. You aren't sure about Steve, but this is the best you've ever felt. Each thrust hits that sweet spot in you. Both of your moans, groans, and gasps fills the air along with the squeaking of the bed frame.

"Steve, I'm-" you gasp and your nails dig into his back. You feel slightly bad for scratching him, but he doesn't seem to care. "Go ahead...I'm right...yup." Steve moves the arm that is propping him up so he can cradle your face with his hand. With his other hand he reaches down and-

Oh fuck

Steve knows exactly where the clit is. He swirls circles around your clit, pleasure building. Your breaths come in more ragged gasps. You are done for as Steve picks up speed and slams into you quicker. Each thrust hitting at just the right angle to push you over the edge.

You aren't sure if you moan or scream, or if any sound even comes out. Pleasure and warmth fill all your senses. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Steve moans at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He snaps his hips into yours a few more times before his orgasm hits. You can feel his cum painting the inside of your walls, filling you to the brim.

You both breath heavily. You slowly let go of your grip on Steve's back. Your legs fall back to the bed and you use one hand to push Steve's hair out of his eyes. "Fancy meeting you here," he grins at you and you huff out a laugh, " oh shut up."

Steve slowly slides out of you. His eyes widen as he sees his release slowly drip out of you. "That's so hot," Steve flops onto the bed next to you. You turn your head to look at him as he shuffles closer. He wraps his arms around your body and hums. "Happy birthday Steve." You smile and kiss him briefly. He gives a dopey grin back, "Happy birthday to me!"

#Steve is a Canon hand holder during sex why wouldn't he hold your face #Anyways I got a bit too tipsy and this may have turned into absolute garbage but shhhhh #Anyways Steve is so boyfriend coded #I would write more thoughts but quite literally I can barely think my brain is mush aha #The room be tilty #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington smut #Jade is Talking

[bass-alien]

just wanna meet someone who showers me with kisses and attention

#tipsy thoughts with yours truly

[bluecloudsandwhitesky]

Y’all thirsting over turtleneck Crowley all you want but at the end of the day which do you remember best: turtleneck’s drink order or The twin passions of Bildad the Shihite?

#good omens #bildad the shuhite #good omens 2 #Crowley #I’m tipsy and have only thoughts of Bildad #this is the best tipsy I’ve ever been

[patronsaintofhomosandpain]

For the love of God, STOP MAKING SENSE!

༺𖤐๋࣭ ⭑🕸🦇🕸๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ 𖤐༻

Nothing has to make a lick of sense!

Go fucking nuts, write all kinds of bullshit! Have fun! It doesn't matter!

If it's awful (which it isn't, I swear), you can delete it if you find something good edit it! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or whatever, I don't know, I'm so tired.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #writblr #writer things #writers #writerscorner #writerslife #book blog #original writing #creative writing #writers block #writing stuff #writing advice #writings #thoughts #advice #tipsy tuesday