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negotiaetor · 2 years
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𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝙱𝙸 - 𝚆𝙰𝙽 𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙱𝙸 : a phenomenal pilot who doesn’t like to fly . a devastating warrior who’d rather not fight . 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑 who frankly prefers to sit alone in a quiet cave & meditate . ━━ ind. role play blog for 𝑶𝑩𝑰 - 𝑾𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑰 of george lucas’ star wars . influenced by film , televison , novels & headcanons . 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 & 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 . est. june 2020 . AS TOLD BY MEGAN . ©
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beatcroc · 4 months
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hi. vore on main. no that's it that's the post this is straight up genuinely and unironically voreposting on main. mostly just a lot of cutsey dumb goofy shit, but monsterfucker brain did get ahold of me for a bit there so there's also a handful that are uhhhh Spicy. nothing explicit, but like, It's Vore Dude, so if you look under the cut that is YOUR problem ok? ok.
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ok listen before i move on i have to put it out there look i KNOW i drew the funny rat skeleton comic with this guy but that was ONLY because it was funny. thats not my real belief, he doesn't have any organs at all he is just a sack of gunk. he is harmless. it's basically just the same inside as on the outside but slightly more damp since it's not exposed to air to give him that drier 'skin' layer.
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also i already typed this out in my friendserver so im pasting it here now too. my stance on fp re: horniness is i really can't see him as a 'sexual' being, per se, especially with how non-biological he is, but also he really really really likes physical intimacy so if you are giving him permission to be weird and touchy on you in any context, let alone one both parties would enjoy, i mean. he's not gonna say no. this Could be about sex or w/e if someone wanted to fuck him but more relevantly here yeah it's about vore. i think that's categorically about the Most you can be touchy/in contact on a guy so yeah thats always what he's going to go for. tangentially he just thinks it's fun to make peppino* flustered so since pep does not particularly Enjoy being vored, fp has other options to Get Up In There for something else pep might enjoy *spoken generally for whatever theoretical partner, just peppino is the one that's readily available here and fun to use
also while im here id like to say. no peppino is not a monsterfucker are you kidding me. he is not going to ever go out of his way for weirdness. weirdness really has a way of finding him though, and he's shockingly tolerant of it as long as he doesn't clock it as a threat. anyway what im saying is if you got a big clingy beast around and al up in your business all the time shits just gonna kinda Happen sometimes. he's certainly not going to Encourage it but if hes already in that situation, might as well at that point.
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ufonaut · 10 months
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Crazy thing was, the kids were fiercely loyal to him. […] They all revered him… and they just kept trying harder to win his approval. I knew that guy. And I'd never seen him before. I remembered him… when I thought I'd put him where he belonged: beyond memory's reach. […]
For some reason, it was important to me that he understand. I know my voice stayed even when I tried to explain. I guess that's what confused Ollie… as I tried to tell him about that man I knew… and how I'd sworn I'd never be like him. Funny thing is, you don't have much say in the matter. You become what you know. And what you didn't know you knew. Like what you learn at the end of someone's arm. You learn to go blank. Like maybe things with him would change if you could just give him what he wants. If you could just take it like a man. But nothing ever did change. He just kept calling you a loser. And if he ever had a warmer opinion, you never heard about it. You took that like a man, too.
The first in-depth exploration of Hal Jordan's relationship with his father in DC Comics Presents: Green Lantern (2004) #1.
(Martin Pasko, Scott McDaniel)
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transmasc-wizard · 2 years
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i'm begging tumblr poets to describe one (1) image in their entire lives. begging
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bardengarde · 2 months
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One thing about me is I lie but over the most trivial stuff. I'm still haunted by the time I was talking to a guy about the three musketeers and when he asked which one I liked the most I said Porthos, when I've been a tried and true Aramis girly since 7th grade.
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villa-kulla · 2 years
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Shoot Your Shot
Howard Hamlin and ‘living dangerously’ have never been comfortable bedfellows. But when a chance encounter finds him staring down a slippery slope, Howard discovers that sometimes all you need is a push in the right direction - or the wrong one. And Lalo Salamanca seems determined to be the one to give Howard that push.
Party people, click here -> (x)
@everyone else, I understand 🙏
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welcometoteyvat · 6 months
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self deprecation scale: chongyun < mika < freminet
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yooniesim · 1 year
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Only reinstalled the hell app to post this bc I didn't have enough time to say everything I wanted to in my last posts. I'm not checking notifs or messages. I haven't seen anything posted on the last few posts, so if anyone is waiting for a specific response, you won't get one for a while. I'm done posting seriously or talking about anything until I heal and my family is better. I wish you all the best. Thank you to all the friends I've made here, everyone that treated me kindly, my great anons that kept me informed (and humble 🤡), and the talented people keeping this community going.
To people like Sara, Ki, Viper, Nes, Api, Wolfgang, Weepy, Blue, Moon, Twink, Van, and many many more- you made my time here great & regardless of anything that's happened now I still appreciate you and all you did to support me when I was hurt. To all the server members in general and my followers- I'm sorry for the pain or loneliness anyone has experienced from me not being able to be here to handle this issue. As well as to anyone that felt alienated or uncomfortable as black members of the server; being black myself, I should've been more aware and never allowed that to happen to you. Some of the members that expressed this, I considered close friends, which means I should have noticed even quicker and didn't. And when I was informed, I was too overwhelmed to do what I needed to reassure and protect you. Dollie/Corpsetrait may not be in the server any longer, but rot was there when the right choice would've been to remove rot until I had time to investigate all the claims, at the very least. That's what I've done now- too little too late. I know I could've done better, especially for my friends' sake and the server's, and I'll learn from that to make a better environment when I return. Make sure you keep all those receipts for me to put in my thinkpiece then- it's in the works, don't worry.
Finally, to all the people I disagreed with and shit talked in the past- no hard feelings. Keep fuckin' it up and I'll see you next time. ✌
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izzy-b-hands · 6 months
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Mini s2 blackhands fic-ish thing below the cut
"Fuck," Ed tugs at the rope, then at his belled collar. "Shit. Okay. Not ideal, but-"
The wind gusts; the rope pulls, and his collar gets tugged with it.
He's more or less alone on deck. Everyone else is busy with other chores (not a bad thing, despite being wrecked to shit, the ship's starting to look pretty good), far enough away they can't hear him gag and choke when the rope tugs again.
It's his fault, for not minding the end of the rope as he tied it on to the rest of the rigging, for not making sure it couldn't whip up and get caught under the just loose enough edge of his collar-
A gloved hand lands on the rope, pulling downwards to relieve the tension and let him breathe again.
He makes careful eye contact with Izzy, letting their eyes meet for only a moment. "You don't have to help me."
"No," Izzy sighs. He's slightly off-balance, leaning more with the movement of the ship to stay upright, but how much of that is his adjusting to moving on his new prosthetic versus the result of the rum and whiskey bottles he's been polishing off is uncertain. "I don't."
"They'd tell you not to."
"They might," Izzy shrugs, as he lifts his other hand, and saws through the rope with his knife.
The rope slips away from them, and Ed can finally take good, deep breaths again.
With the tense rope gone to hang onto, Izzy stumbles and trips forward.
He doesn't even have to think about catching him. He just does.
They pause there. Ed helping to hold Izzy up as he gets his balance back. Izzy, holding on to him tightly, but his eyes only on the collar.
"No more rigging work for you," Izzy finally says as he adjusts to stand beside Ed, only partially leaning on him. "Not until that's off. I don't want that happening to you again. If anyone else has anything to say about it-"
"I tell them it came from the orders of the first mate," Ed interrupts gently. "Um. Thank you, for this-"
He hasn't fully let go of Izzy, yet. Nor has Izzy pulled away any further. He's steady now, but Ed's hand still holds at his waist.
Not the first time he's let his hands linger there, after all. It's still, after everything, a comfortable spot for them to be.
"Don't thank me," Izzy sighs, a deep, aching, tired sign. "Just stay alive. For the sake of the Captain."
'And you too?' is what he wants to ask Izzy. But he doesn't.
He forces himself to let go of Izzy, adjusts the collar to be slightly tighter while he watches, and nods. "I can do that. I think. Gonna try, at least."
"All any of us can do," Izzy says. "No more rigging."
"No more rigging," Ed agrees, and watches him walk away towards the Captain's quarters.
He still cares. He shouldn't still care. Ed wants to pull Izzy back and beg him to explain it, how in the fuck does he still care about him after all of this?
But the words strangle themselves in his throat, and there's railing to be painted, easier than trying to force the words out.
Ed kneels to look for the paint brush and small box of paint that's been getting tossed about the deck with each wave, and tries not to shudder when the bell on his collar jingles.
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beatcroc · 6 months
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WHAT DO YOUE MEAN YOURE ALSO HYPERFIXATED ON BOTH ANNIE AND PIZZA TOWER SMILES REALLY BIG AT YOU
i literally ran an annie askblog for two straight years 😭
it's been awhile by now but to this Day whenever i reblog one of those 'what character do you associate with me' posts i still get like 3 people saying annie each time. never beating the allegations!!!!!! but i dont mind because i was funny as fuck on that blog and it was, up until pizza tower came along, by far some of my best stuff and the most 'involved' i'd ever gotten in 'fandom'. basically everything i'm using now in pizza comics i learned and honed for annieblog, haha.
my Stuff from that era is still very much around and evident too lol
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tigeri102 · 10 months
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Hi there! I found your blog from reddit while looking for posts about how to grow a tumblr community as an artist (I used to be a regular here like 10 years ago, but I don't even use the email I had back then so I'm back fully from scratch). Any tips that you'd give to a newbie? ^^
oh ! henlo welcome to hell \o/ ill be real tho i truly have little to nothing you dont already seem to have figured out lmao. i dont know anything about community-building and i never have im just here to vibe 🙏
your theme, art, use of tags etc are all lovely fwiw !! but im no expert on getting any real mileage out of this site i just post bullshit all day baybee
edit oops i actually came up with a handful of tips while rambling in the tags and im too lazy to move em to the body text lmao but godspeed
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rinhaler · 7 months
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If you’re a blank blog you’re getting blocked
If you don’t have an age indicator you’re getting blocked
If you say ‘part two?’ You’re getting BLOCKT
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platypusplayhere · 2 years
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fuck it, i love treading old waters and i love growing older, because when i first joined tumblr, 10 years ago, there was this screenshot of 500 days of summer going around that said it's not because you like the same thing as someone else that you're meant for each other, then i met this girl whomst I tricked myself into liking for 2 years because we we're so alike so it must mean we were meant to be and then i had to realise that no amount of denial would make up for the fact that we just weren't, not even against all odds, but because they were none, and now im reading Stuart Hall saying that there no necessary correspondence between identities, ideologies, and actions, and somewhat this is all connected and somehow it took me years to fully understand, and i know i still fully don't, but bestie i can't wait to see what future me will get from all of this
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elytrafemme · 2 years
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okay it’s tumblr followers gossip night b/c like i need to get this off my CHEST also i do not want to do my work rn SO WE’RE CHATTING. guys okay okay okay i am a choir kid right and like here’s the thing... i’m the weakest link. not b/c i’m a bad singer like i’m pretty decent most days and very experienced w/ being in a choir my weak linking comes from the fact that like i hate literally EVERYONE in my class. like i’m not crazy annoying about it but people know that i’m always a little pissed basically and like okay okay okay here’s the thing picture like a room of 40-50 of the most obnoxious people ever THAT’S A HIGH SCHOOL CHOIR! it’s like. i have the worstttt sensory overloading issues so it’s like every time i’m in there i want to kill myself and it doesn’t help that everyone has the worst fucking sense of humor ever like. there’s this absolute like capital b Bitch that is the most annoying motherfucker i’ve ever had to meet and it sucks because she’s so like pretty and talented too so like we could have had it all except she forgot my name once and was sooooooo weird about it and i was like okay. okay so we’re doing THIS but THEN! she ran for a choir position and she was like “i have this talent for making anyone like me like i can do that” and i literally HAD to laugh like i was sitting there shoulders shaking b/c i was like who let her in here. literally this is the most bitchy most snide most annoying person you could not pay me a million dollars to like her ANYWAY they all think they’re the saving graces of the choir like sections will rise and fall by their hand and it’s like um. here’s the thing though. you’re so deeply unlikable and you know that and that’s why you act like you’re so much better than everyone else b/c you know you’re not and that kills you. you don’t care for anybody else except your handful of friends and you exclude people and gossip and say mean shit to people’s faces and you do that constantly UM anyway i voted against everyone in that cluster that i could xx 
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quite a few blank blogs with non-bot names and recently liked posts have started following me recently and i am giving you the benefit of the doubt for now, but i'm begging you: if you've just joined from another platform please add a profile picture and reblog some posts. that's all you need to do to let us know you're human. you don't need a bio, header, or theme, you don't need to make original posts, but please at least reblog things!! this isn't twitter, likes don't count here in the same way - most people even have them hidden! i hope you're enjoying tumblr but trust me, you'll get a lot more out of it if you engage properly by reblogging!!!
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ageofstarkey · 5 months
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hi, baby ✰ m. sturniolo
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pairing: bf!matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: you wake up grumpy after a nap & matt knows exactly how to make you feel better
warnings: some swearing, not rlly anything else??
note: i’ve loved the sturniolo’s for SO LONG n i’ve always wanted to write for matt (the love of my entire life <3) so this is me testing the water hehe, lmk if u enjoy/want to see more!!
comments & reblogs are so appreciated! <3
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“oh my god she’s alive-”
with an intentionally audible sigh, you head towards matt on the couch - ignoring chris and nick in their entirety as you pass them in the kitchen.
matt smiles fondly as you approach; reaching for your hand when you’re close enough to touch. “hi, baby.” his voice is soft as he tugs you onto his lap - one hand immediately coming up to smooth your sleep tussled hair away from your face. the subconscious action forces a stubborn little grin onto your lips. “good nap?”
with another little sigh, much quieter than the first, you drop your head against matt’s shoulder. “mhmm. ‘m still tired though.” the words are muffled by the fabric of matt’s hoodie - your heavy eyes falling shut as he begins to smooth an absentminded trail up and down the length of your spine.
“do you want to get a coffee and go for a drive?” he offers - voice soft and fond as he looks down at you.
“really?”
“sure - i need to get gas anyways.”
“are you kidding me?” the sound of nick’s voice is unmistakable, and you bite back a little laugh as he speaks. “i literally just asked you to take me to target and you flat-out refused like four fucking times.”
with a roll of his eyes that you can almost feel, matt turns his head towards his brothers in the kitchen. “nick - that’s different and you know it.”
“different? how is it different, matt? because i actually don’t know and i would love for you to enlighten me.”
“because you’re not my fucking girlfriend, nick - jesus christ.”
“no, that’s true, but i am your brother - your triplet no less. does that mean nothing to you?”
“at the moment? no, it really doesn’t.” decidedly done with the conversation, matt turns his head back to you. “you ready to go?”
with a soft little laugh, you stretch up to press a lazy kiss against his jaw. “we should take nick to target.” you say quietly.
“i’ll take him tomorrow.” he says back, tilting your head up with two fingers so it’s level with his own. you can’t fight your silly little grin when he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “i’ve barely seen you all day.”
“but i feel ba-”
matt kisses you again, effectively silencing your feeble attempt at a protest. “don’t feel bad.” he says, lips still brushing softly against yours as he speaks. “he doesn’t even need anything - the kid just wants to look around.” with a gentle pat to your thigh, he’s maneuvering the two of you into an upright position. “now c’mon - we’re going to starbucks.”
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