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Look like they need a hug TwT
random tag game!?!
1. take this quiz
2. do this cute picrew
i was tagged by the lovely: @l-e-i-k-o <333
here’s mine!
i’m tagging: @elomelos @nepotisim @simsonnet @big-bully-kay @wldestluv-rs @rottengurlz @momojuicepng and anyone else who wants to do it >:)
I’m ashamed of myself for laughing at this
Your posts appear on my newsfeed a lot and it looks like you're seriously sexually frustrated gal
LMFAOOO surprisingly no. It's just my personality and it's also what I know my demographic likes.
Hello princess ❤️❤️❤️ your writing is outstanding I absolutely live for it. Can I pretty please get a Tate x fem-harmon!reader where Tate accidently let's his mommy kink slip in the middle of a family dinner, and calls you ma, momma, mommy etc in front of all you family embarrassing you incredibly. So you have to take him upstairs and punish him if yk what I mean 😏
Ofccc
Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.
"Accidents happen" Tate Langdon x FEM!Reader
Warnings: Secondhand embarrassment, smut, mommy kink, Dom Fem, Orgasm Denial (Our poor baby doesn't get to nut.)
"Hey um dad can you hand me the salt, Tate won't ask." He immediately sent a glare into the side of my head as I set the salt down by him. "Eat." He nodded before adding the salt the homemade fries. "Momma, can you give me some more ketchup." I dropped my food before looking at him in utter horror. "Isn't it too early to call me momma?" My mom looked at him and then he looked at her my dad looking at me confused as I was completely embarrassed. "No, I meant, (name).... oh shit." You hit him in the shoulder as your dad laughed hysterically. "Damn, I haven't laughed like that in so long." I glared at my dad as well, my mom interrupted my annoyance, "At least it wasn't the daddy thing where him and your father reach for the ketchup" I felt my temperature raise in shame. "Well, mom, dad, I have officially lost my appetite. I shall be going to me room and taking Mr. Langdon with me." They laughed and looked at Tate bidding their byes and goodnights. "Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Harmon." Violet (readers sister) had just come down and passed you a light smirk as you practically drug him up the steps. You made it to your room pushing him onto your bed. "What the hell was that Tate?!" He looked at you genuinely apologetic as you walked to your closet to change into a tee-shirt, and only your tee-shirt. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... it just kind of just slipped out." I looked at the boy sitting on my bed wallowing in his own shame and displeasure. "You know, you are such a needy boy Tate. I don't understand." I had straddled his lap caressing his shoulders. He shuddered under my touch and gripped my hips; I could already feel him getting hard beneath me, I slightly rocked my hips into his making him whimper in an attempt to not moan. "Such a pretty boy" I kiss his neck and leave tons of hickeys. "Momma please, I need you." I leaned back and stood up. "Too bad, you embarrassed me in front of my parents Tate. You can finish yourself off." I laid down on the bed and shut my eyes hearing him whine about how it was an accident and how accidents happen.
rant
my brother sign of affection to me is sitting on me... like lord hes sitting on me rn and its killing me I fucking cant. like look at this
and then he started patting my head. XDDD
Additionally,,,
You are also allowed to call people out if their ship is:
Toxic
Rapey or include characters that are rapists and generally nasty people
Involving pedophilia (unless it’s a 100 years in ice situation or sumn like that)
T O X I C
Involving anything that is remotely similar to the Harley/Joker “ship”
However like OP said, you should not hate on a ship just cause u don’t vibe with it. Like damn should the writer/s of the show or movie or book or whatever just knock on your door and ask for your opinion every time?
Here’s a hot take for you toxic fandom people out there
Just because people don’t ship your ship doesn’t mean there “wrong” they just have different opinions and that doesn’t mean you get to hate on them for it.
I’m so ready for the chance to escape my home. It’s so sad and lonely here and they just keep me here and they don’t love me I’m just here and it sucks. Like man am I so ready to just get out of here and fly to a faraway place and meet new people and do new things and just shed all of this misery away from my life.
I’m so ready for a better future and I just can’t wait.
good morning! good morning to them bitches that take hours to get up in the morning, good morning to the ppl that suck at putting on makeup but love doing it anyways, good morning to the depressed teens who had an unhealthy obsession with horror games as a child, good morning to the students who pull all-nighters and work so hard only to get passing grades, the kids who are starved of love and affection, to anyone who craves attention and intimacy, to anyone who wants to be heard.
You are valid <33
Good morning!
More random doodles I swear in the first image it looks like bendo is doing the circle game (it wasn’t intentional I swear I was just tryna make a hand) 4th image: all versions of my persona (Catto/Cat) (it’s basically her from all the Undertale AUs plus Mystictale, an AU of my own creation, her as a kid, and BATIM versions of her)
I have no idea what to post, so I'm posting my OCs
please support me by buying yourself a yummy treat!
my school's music program completed an annual fundraiser per student where said student sells goodies. the money received goes into an account that will be used for that student and that student only. my parents cannot afford this year's trip so i will not be going, but i hope you can help me out just a bit for other activities within the program!
I did this Kira the other day, most of my friend seems to like him a lot , I don’t know why but it sure makes me happy ^^
A speedpaint of my OC, Edward. Wanted to make sure I could actually draw humans in FireAlpaca and not just silly dragons. Speaking of which, schedule dictates that Josuke dragon should be on his way by the end of the week. Will this come true? Haha...
STAY TUNED
And if you like this art from me (and I can actually replicate it, reliably), consider getting a commission from me in the future! I'm showing off my chops now to gather a fan/customerbase for when I finally stop doing research and set up an arty.ooo account for this stuff.
Lastly, the song in this vid is "La Campanella" by Frank Liszt. It's one of the first piano pieces I'd play if I were magically bestowed expert level piano playing skills.
It's like a drug 💉.
Obsession, the series
Archive #11 | copyright to saturnfairycat
Author's Note: Here is the abstract and all three poems combined. I personally feel like there is a difference to when you read the poems separately, versus reading it all together in one sitting. Let me know what you think. I actually have a story inspired by these poems, if you are interested in me posting it, let me know! Enjoy :)
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Abstract
When one compares their dependency on an item or being with an unhealthy tendency to forget the importance of being their own person. A siren is known for the obsession she produces just from singing; while a place of holiness can be known for saving those that have no other place to go. Obsession and adoration are two separate things, but sometimes the siren can be merely adored… while the building is seen as a cult designed for obsession. The comparison of the siren and church to the human's dependent heart is a wake up call for those who allow themselves to serve no other purpose than living in someone else’s life.
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Obsession
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Woe the building that falls
To seek a soul whose pictured as gold,
makes artless mortals sway.
The siren theory is embodied as a place—
that is known for its embrace…
of worship, importune and obsession.
But to pray to who is equivocal…
they’re merely a god, merely a question.
You can’t treat a person like a church possession—
the inner walls creak and moan
against the protest and crack of bone.
Nicknamed Dulia for its glory,
but it drowns those who try to adore thee.
The plafond above our heads sing in pressure–
haunting the thought of being crushed.
Whilst they cry for their successor,
dust floated towards the exit as if being rushed.
The sky tends to fall away;
clouds imitate a chevet.
The sight itself creates much dismay,
but time is an illusion…
oh, such betray.
But what a church with no heaven?
Sky, empyrean, and the ether
don’t judge a star's demeanour!
Aperture with glass framework–
edging feelings with a smirk.
Reflection shows a shining gleam,
but true colour is never seen.
The sun has a shaded costume
using the moon as hecatomb.
It may use perfume as a facade…
but mien flares hearts exerting ballade.
If darkness plummets beneath our feet
may I pray for a deathless greet.
The devotee,
limp in their extremities,
served one purpose…and failed.
It drifted into sea like a dead anemone–
with no avail or memory.
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Infatuation
Summersweet, white alder, pepper bush—
wind that blows bouquets away with a swoosh.
A church, the ocean and the utter devotion
such words that are unremittingly
used and mentioned.
You must be annoyed and sick of the voices
telling you about the, oh so many choices…
that you can take.
It makes your cliff shake and ache against the currents
you’re trying to break.
Hundred of shouts turns into a song
while you still can’t get along—
with yourself and the image
that you portray as a sailor, paying primage.
You can’t love a siren,
moreover cage them in a shrine to admire in.
They didn’t draw you in with their beauty,
they were just on death duty.
Artless feelings are sweet and dependent
until you sneeze and crush flowers gifted,
not to the loved one but to the church—
a place of worship but for a search…
of pathetic purpose.
Arson ash that coughs up the lungs
makes heartthrobs hold their tongues.
It’s been so long since the reminiscence,
but existence with omniscience means that
one can’t help those that don’t want it.
Sailors should save those words for those who admit it.
Repetition shows a mind not working—
hiding behind the words of formal glory.
When the time comes that you consider your fate,
please stop placing your heart on a plate.
Not everything is worth dying for, therefore
realise this before you bleed even more.
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Siren's Curse
The feeling stills,
located deep in the heart and
washed away by emotions that don't depart.
Such betray hasn’t been seen
in years and years, oh it’s been centuries.
It’s not about creed
nor about faith,
but why does the siren continue to retaliate?
They don’t seek will or adoration,
but only sailors' shallow empty emotions.
Thus, greed is not a problem,
just a solution with an astrobleme.
The star-shaped wound within the heart
drowns out singing and works of art.
They focus on sole possessions, a measly painting
rather than just forever self-changing.
A place verses a person can be quite the personification
for a future naive adorer’s destination.
You compare a holy place
with a person that has no proper face.
A sailor counts
and so does a siren,
so don’t you dare postpone your responsibilities by naming it Psyren.
Yet you put them on top, as if an angel
told you that evil is an archangel.
Connections from siren to god
is a mockery for those that don’t have a facade.
Love yourself for what it’s worth–
not for the punishment of your birth.
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