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Tumblr used to be so fun now you guys just block and complain people for every small thing like I truly love your work but u always ask for interaction and then even though u get it, you complain that it’s not enough (while you ignore the MANY reblogs you have) or just don’t even bother replying and it gets ignored. I’m not saying we’re entitled to your time like that and that we HAVE to have a response, but if you’re going to make such a big deal and ask for something it would be kind to spend more time acknowledging how people actually come through instead of asking for more and making it seem like no one tried to in the first place?
Wtf all I said was that I block spam likers. Those who know me, know how appreciative I am of everyone else. I literally say it all the time, almost every time I answer an ask that’s praising my work. I of course cannot reply to every single ask and reblog, that’s impossible. But you’re acting like I’m complaining when all I said was that I block people who spam like 18282929 posts in a row. If me saying that makes this blog less fun for you, PLEASE unfollow me. I insist.
#like… I even said in a previous ask that y’all don’t have to reblog every single thing and I UNDERSTAND that sometimes people aren’t in the#mood and don’t want to#like I even acknowledged that idk what else you want me to say#I’m not gonna change my stance on spam likers like come on#that’s literally a thing everywhere#even on ig the fan pages block spam likers#I’m exhausted yall every time I say ANYTHING I have to defend my life to anons#Jesus fucking Christ let me live#atp pls enjoy my content for free like don’t like don’t reblog don’t do shit I am exhausted and I don’t care anymore#also yall the only fucking time I begged y’all for interaction for after the behemoth 37k fic I published#any other time I’ve never said anything bc I’m appreciative of the interaction I already get#so don’t even
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I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay
#wlw#wlw mood#sapphic#sapphism#lesbian#today was….not good#and at one point i had a moment#where i was just unbearably SAD and LONELY because i didn’t have anyone to call or talk to about it#but im still really hopeful it will happen some day#because all i want in this world is to feel secure#and for others to feel secure around me#and for everyone to feel secure around people they love#because it’s so painful and scary when you don’t#but one day im going to be warm and happy in someone’s arms and will barely remember this at all#im manifesting it#im completely okay btw things just got a little rough#and in the incredibly stressful and dramatic times i was experiencing my brain STILL had to be gay#im gay and i like sleeping#also yeah i said i wouldnt post after midnight again like two days ago but whatever#im sad and want to yearn on the internet we can make an exception tonight
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"Owl at Home" by Arnold Lobel is a whole mood
#the teaRpot!#chilling by the fire and suddenly sad n scared(?) poor thing :(#don’t be sad little owlie <3#still a mood tho#cottagecore#owls#birds#i haven’t read it but I really want too! such cute illustrations but poor little guy seems so scared according to what u tell me :(#animals#illustrations#owl at home#arnold lobel#childrens books#brown aesthetic
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why is it so hard for me to believe that someone actually cares about me and isn’t always going to replace me at any given moment
#actually bpd#actually mentally ill#bpd#bpd fp#actually borderline#bpd shitposting#bpd problems#bpd favorite person#bpd vent#bpd mood#it’s the abandonment issues isn’t it.. fuck#but goddamn i’m tired of it#like i walk on eggshells around everyone cuz i don’t want to piss them off#because what if i do and they decide that’s the final straw and leave
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Thought: The Fenton Kids Have CPTSD
One of the causes of CPTSD is being in a situation where you felt unsafe for extended periods of time. For example, living in a house with bad lab safety and food that attacks you. Danny also has the additional factor of Vlad.
sometimes, when you’re a person with CPTSD, you don’t want to get until the full story of what happened. Hence, when one of the kids is telling one of the batkids about their experience, they just say “my parents had an unsecure lab in the basement of our house, and it made things kind of stressful, but they’re doing better“
Does they’re doing better mean they’re dead? Or maybe they’re in jail? Or did they *clutches pearl necklace* learn lab safety?
not really noticing the batkid’s horror, the Fenton kid continues “Anyway, that’s why I’m super stressed all the time, because one of the symptoms of CPTSD is feeling like you’re in danger all the time“
Cue batkid internally freaking out being like “oh my God we all have CPTSD?“
The answer is yes, by the way.
Luckily, Danny happens to know a great psychologist…
#dpxdc#Dcxdp#This is inspired by me explaining that I have CPTSD because of my brother’s horrific temper#and then saying he’s in a better place now#without saying that the better place is dead#because I don’t really want to get into that#don’t mind me just trauma dumping in the tags#My brother was a good kid with some mood stability issues partially caused by the heart defect that killed him#anyway
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jayy!! lately i’ve been thinking that steve really really likes it when you ride him. like yeah, he loves to see you on top but i feel like he loves the idea of you using him to get off yknow?? like he just wants to be your boy toy. doesn’t even care if he doesn’t cum, but gets SO WHINY and blushy when he does cause he just feels so so lucky to have you jump his bones🙌
UGH i need him like i need to BREATHE. need him to whine in my ears 24/7
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oh lawd. this one…. brain goes BRRRRRRR what did you PUT in this ask cherry…. does this fit the prompt? maybe 🤪 but it was written at work so have mercy on me
Of all the things Steve loves in the world, making you feel good? Top of the list.
That much is a given— with the fervor in which he’ll bury his face between your thighs, moans that vibrate against your cunt just right, his fingers digging into your thighs as his hips rut against the bed.
When he’s determined to pull an orgasm out of you with his hands, his darkened hazel eyes drinking in every moan, desperately flicking between your blissed out expression and his fingers pumping into your cunt, covered in your slick— all of it shows in the ache in his pants, in the breathy noises he makes when you tip over the edge.
So, you’re not at all surprised at what he says to you that night — take what you want.
You’re both tangled together, haphazardly draped across the bed— too entranced in the hot press of each others mouth to think about letting go, even as you had both staggered up the stairs and into the bedroom. It had been one charged dinner date, with one hand far too comfortable sneaking up your skirt go tease you.
Now, Steve lies beneath you and when you break away, panting, to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, he’s a fucking sight to behold. Chest heaving, face flushed so much it crawls down his neck, his eyes fix on you with such an intenseness that it makes you shiver.
His shirt has been driving you crazy all dinner, undone just enough to show a flash of chest hair. Now you work it open quickly, each button revealing a little more of his glorious tanned chest, sprinkled with hair. Lust drools through you. You rake one hand down it, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly and Steve groans.
“Okay, you need to get naked, like, right now,” His hands pair with his words, finding the edge of your shirt. He’s tugging it up and your arms go up to let him pull it from your frame. His insistance makes your grin.
“Funny how you can say that when you’re still wearing pants.” You bicker back, using your now free hands to work on his belt buckle.
Steve watches you for a moment, his tummy clenches when you palm at his bulge for a moment and his head rolling back onto the duvet. He makes a pained noise. His hands form fists at his sides — just for a moment, before he’s sliding them up your thighs.
They creep beneath your skirt, finding the elastic of your panties — then one of his hands shift forward, cupping your heat tightly. You moan at the same time Steve does, his hand pressing up against your clit perfectly. He shakes his head on the bed, his hair messing up against the sheets.
“I take it back,” He whines. His hands shoot down to overtake yours, shucking his pants down his thighs as best he can. Just the thin material of his boxers remains. “I don’t think I can wait, honey, I need— you can just- please,”
“Hey, hey, I got it, I got you,” You push his hands away and Steve melts. He grows still, only his hands twitching and his neck craned up to watch as you tug his boxers down.
His cock must be aching with the way it looks, all pretty and flushed in the head, crying just for you. You can’t help yourself, giving it a quick pump, rubbing the head with your thumb.
Steve keens loudly, his body growing taut, his head thrown back. A strangled whimper tears from his throat. “Ngh- please, oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease—“
You release his cock and Steve deflates a bit, panting loudly. Your skirt takes only a second to remove and it takes another to push your panties to the side, your knees straddling across his hips. Your core burns hotly, clenching in anticipation of being filled.
You make sure Steve is watching as you hold his cock, prepped to sink down — and he is. His face, still flushed with his eyes bright, is intent on watch your own.
It makes the heat in your gut flare hotter. Hot lust sparks beneath your skin as he keeps his gaze on you for as long as he can — your hot, wet cunt sinking down on him finally forcing his eyes closed.
“Fuck, fuck— shit, don’t move just yet,” The words pour from Steve’s mouth, his eyes screwed up and head thrown back. Your hands shift forward, planting on his chest and you give him a minute— revelling in the delicious stretch his cock gives you. Fuck, it never gets old.
You lean down and kiss the closest skin you can find, his collarbone. Steve smiles, eyes still closed. His hands shift off the sheets, trailing from your thighs, your hips, up your ticklish sides, until he finds your face. His thumbs stroke over your cheeks delicately and when he pulls you closer, you follow without hesitance.
He kisses your lips, soft and sweet, and then murmurs against them. “Take what you want, baby.”
A little whine creeps out your mouth at his words and your hips follow without thinking, beginning to rock gently. A dose of lust licks up your spine and you sigh prettily.
Steve’s face shudders, pleasure rippling across his features and his eyes slip shut. His mouth drops open a little bit, the smallest noise escaping, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His eyes crinkle open, watching you closely.
“Ye- yeah, that’s it.” Steve manages to murmur. His hands haven’t left your face, still gently holding either side as you roll your hips back, slow and sensual. “Good girl.”
A gasp pushes past your lips and this time when you rock back, it’s a little more desperate. Steve moans, voice drenched in desire, and his hands fall from your face to grip the sheets. You lean on his chest further, your thighs aching deliciously as you fuck yourself on his cock— up and down, faster and faster.
“Steve,” you mewl out. It’s instinct to reach for him, to call out for him and in response, you feel the buck of his hips, pressing him deeper within you. Steve whimpers.
“You got it, honey,” He assures, voice more and more breathy. “Doing so good.”
There’s a soft squelch as you work yourself down on him, a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten up in your tummy. You feel a fiery warmth beneath your skin that spikes with every movement you make.
One of Steve’s hands comes up to cover your own, holding it tight to his chest — right over his heart and he lets the other nudge your face back to facing him. You hadn’t realised how it had begun to tilt forward, lost in your own pleasure.
“Mhm, fu- fuck, that’s my girl,” Steve whispers. You shift up to change the angle and when you fuck back down, you moan loudly — Steve writhing beneath you to contain himself from fucking up into you. You, however, show him no mercy.
“God,” Steve whines loudly. His breathes are coming out with little whimpers now. “That’s—that’s it— just fuckin’ take what you need. Take it, take it from me, baby.”
Your cunt gushes and you whimper — and you do just that.
#i didn’t make him as subby as requested i’m sorry 😭#he IS such a ‘take what u want from me’ bf cos he’s just happy to be making you feel good#GOD do i feel rusty with smut#i have no been in the mood 😭 life is too freaking busy 😭 and scary 😭#but! can’t say… i don’t try <3#steve harrington x reader#steve x reader#steve harrington#jay writes#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader smut#steve smut#cherry anon
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I’m so obsessed with “reader gets injured in the field and it prevents her from flying for her safety so she’s forced to take a 20 hours road trip with Hotch” it makes me want to write the entire 20 hours of the road trip
#my one and only prequel#it’s just so fun#like forced proximity#no work talk#just them being themselves#going through all the moods bc of road trips are tiring but also#maybe bad weather gets in the way#both of them realize how fun the other is and kinda don’t want the road trip to end#aaron hotchner x reader
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Minor spoilers for the already revealed chapters of the next A Starless Clan book Wind
#a starless clan#a starless clan spoilers#wind spoilers#asc spoilers#warrior cats spoilers#warriors#warrior cats#tigerheart#tigerheartstar#tigerstar 2#tigerstar#Squirrelflight#squirrelstar#frostpaw#Nightheart#I’ve been wanting to draw this ever since the chapters were revealed and what better time than like two days til the book comes out#i actually think tigerheartstar is an interesting character in this arc he genuinely thinks he’s doing the right thing and he does honestly#want to help. he just does it by trying to crack dad jokes to lighten the mood while trying to run a group that doesn’t want him there#i also think it’s funny that he’s consistently just chill with taking in cats thrown out of their clans. ESPECIALLY from RiverClan#don’t get me wrong he’s super weird in omen of the stars and avos and I think in his super edition (I haven’t read it in a while)#but he’s also a good dad. he’s such a perplexing character I can’t help but find him interesting. at least he DOES stuff yknow#I’ll eat my words if he does turn out to be completely evil or something. but I’ll hate if he does his behavior really isn’t like Tigerstar#-the first. this guy isn’t out here trying to seize power#but ENOUGH ABOUT HIM!! Nightheart asking squirrelstar if frostpaw could come to thunderclan with him was so sweet#i wish she’d accepted I don’t want them to split up I’m worried the writers will forget the entire last book and they won’t be close again
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“Social media has made this generation so narcissistic and self centered everyone’s always posting selfies and posting about everything they do during the day” shut up. The human desire to show you exist and you were here is innate and we’ve been doing it since the days we were leaving hand prints on cave walls
#I’m in a romantic mood rn don’t mind my bullshit lol#I have a lot of feelings abt the idea of how we want to show we exist and be seen#it’s really a shame I don’t see this idea explored much in media#there is stuff about leaving behind a legacy in media sure but that’s not quite the same#bojack did do this which I rly liked#in the episode where he’s giving a speech at his moms funeral#talking about how she said ‘I see you’ before she died#the desire to just be seen#also this book I like called moral lessons had a chapter on this#it was a chapter about smoking and how part of the appeal of smoking is#you sort of prove you’re existence. the smoke and the smell of it goes beyond you and your presence is undeniable#and the same is for wearing perfume#‘’‘I am here’ she sniffs happily ‘I am really here’’’#I rly like this book lol#edit: it’s mortal lessons not moral lessons#my bad lol#also the author is Richard Selzer#if anyone’s interested in reading it
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PLEASE make a blanket and pillow bed on the floor with me PLEASE get distracted midway through and start a pillow fight PLEASE lay down on it and watch movies on our laptop and cuddle with me PLEASE kiss me goodnight and sleep with me there PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—
#wlw#wlw mood#sapphic#sapphism#lesbian#PLEASE wake up with back pain with me so we can take turns giving each other massages#i WANT this#lets cuddle on silly little homemade beds that don’t really work#but we made it so we love it anyway#and we’re spending time together so who cares about the rest#ughhhhhh#im gay and i like sleeping
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I wholeheartedly believe that having a girl sit on my lap whilst I give her endless neck kisses and nibbles, and gentle tickles on her ribs and tummy with my arms wrapped around her waist would heal me.
#sorry don’t mind me#in a soft mood tonight#just want to spoil a girl#make her feel good#hear her perfect little giggles#and whines#wlw#softdom#softler#tickle thoughts#soft tickles
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for once in my life, let me get what i want. [battinson]
please ignore my shit tenses | wc: 780(?)
You’ve never been one to ask for more beyond what you’re given. Your feet are always impossibly cold and your smile is missing from your face these days. Winter’s hard enough as it is. You didn’t know how to feel about the mysterious man dressed up as a bat, running around at night to fight crime.
You’ve heard what this mysterious vigilante does to the rogue criminals he catches. You’ve even witnessed his brutality a few times, thankfully never aimed at you. He saved you once. You were walking home, with your cold feet and blank expression, and a group of men had jumped out of a nearby alley. You had thought, ‘oh fuck, here we go again,’ and prepared to hand over your meagre possessions. You had not anticipated the fearsome vigilante materialising out of nowhere, throttling the living daylights out of all the men until they cowered in fear. You had watched, dumbfounded, as he picked up your small, bright pink purse and handed it to you.
You almost wanted him to keep it, if only for the comical juxtaposition.
So, no, you don’t know how to feel about him. Gratitude is a motivating factor but, nowadays, you barely feel anything at all. You certainly don’t feel anything when he takes your cold hand the second time you meet (another mugging foiled) and awkwardly massages it.
“For the circulation,” He growls softly.
You hum and let him massage your hand.
The citizens of Gotham call him “the Batman”, or simply “the Bat”. Sometimes they’ll call him “Vengeance” with a capital V, but nobody answers when you ask why.
You’re not native to Gotham, but you’re not from a city which was its polar opposite either. The gloomy weather and gothic architecture is a welcome reminder of the home you unwillingly left behind.
The third time you meet him, you feel braver than before. “You ever heard of the PJ Masks?” You ask softly, watching as he delivers a harsh blow to an unconscious thug (muggings are very common in Gotham, especially when they can sense that you’re not from here). He glances back at you, his lips pursed and his eyes smeared with dark eyeliner. You wish you could take off the cowl and see his full expression.
“I haven’t,” He says softly. His voice is jarring to listen to. You can tell he’s a man of few words so whenever he speaks, you are enthralled. You don’t know why. What sort of lunatic would be fascinated by a bat vigilante?
Lunatics like you.
“It’s a good show. Reminds me of you,” You say. Your lips don’t curl up in a smile but it’s a near thing. Your feet feel warmer today.
He’s a man who talks little, but he humours you anyway. “Must be good then.” You think you imagine the minute twitch of his lips as he turns away, his fearsome cape dripping with droplets of rain and blood. You watch him go.
Your hands are still cold.
The fourth time you encounter him makes you feel as if he’s started to keep tabs on you specifically. There’s no reason for the fearsome Bat to be lurking outside the 7/11 closest to your little apartment at 2am, but he is there. There’s no thievery to put an end to and no criminals for him to terrify. There is just you and the bright lights of the 7/11 and the jalapeños-and-cheese baked concoction in your hands. Your eyes are glimmering in the artificial light as you break off a piece.
You offer it to him, a small smile playing on your lips. He takes it from you slowly, as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt you. Your feet are cosy and warm tonight. He doesn’t smile back but he does stand next to you all night. Gotham is quiet tonight. It’s a blessing in disguise for you both.
The last time you meet him, you are hurting all over. There is blood sliding down your face and your vision is blurred, but you know it’s him when someone takes your hand. He rubs your hand soothingly.
“For the… circulation… right?” You croak out. It’s hard to talk with chapped lips and broken teeth.
He doesn’t respond. His grip on your hand tightens.
Some upcoming villain in Gotham decided to launch a nefarious attack in the city centre. You were caught in the crossfire, as were many other civilians. But it’s you whom he chooses to comfort, and it’s you whom he clings onto as you fade away.
Your hand goes limp in his grasp. It’s cold.
But there’s a smile on your face and your feet are warm.
#battinson#battinson x reader#battinson x you#the batman#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x you#gender neutral reader#batman#dc comics#angst#deftones#batman x reader#dc x reader#batman x you#dc x you#tumblr please don’t make me use y/n thanks#shit what else do i put now#please please please let me get what I want#mood#happy reading???#not beta read not edited not anything just raw form
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i ignore people sometimes because i feel like the most annoying person alive
#actually bpd#bpd problems#bpd vent#actually borderline#actually mentally ill#bpd fp#bpd#bpd shitposting#bpd favorite person#bpd mood#and i don’t mean to be a dick it’s just i truly belive i bother people and i never want to do that#so i simply don’t answer just to save everyone the hassle
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I do think people need to ask themselves why they are siding with billion dollar corporations, why they are desensitized to 15,000+ deaths and over 2 months of consistent attacks, why the word genocide isn’t holding any real significance to them, why they are claiming to be pro-Palestine and allies to Palestinian people while also never being consistent with those claims. To try to find any excuse to not actually have to talk about Palestine reeks of islamophobia and blatant racism.
#I have too many thoughts and don’t know how to express them the way I want too#everything last night put me in a bad mood and made me upset but I don’t regret the post#I just hope everyone being rude in the tags has never claimed to be pro Palestine because they’re clearly not#🦢
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