A friendly reminder that you do not have the right to police what others write on their own blogs. Just because someone is writing a darker or triggering topic does not mean that they condone it in real life / approve of it. It means they wanted to explore a darker side of things, because not everything in life is rainbows and sunshine all the time, so writing shouldn’t have to be either!
If you don’t want to see them / if something triggers you, that’s completely understandable. But, that’s what you unfollow / blacklist / block for. Definitely ask someone to tag something for you if you need it, but… stop trying to tell people what they can and can’t write. Stop sending anonymous hate, stop posting vagues about them, and for the love of god, stop trying to tell them they’re terrible, horrible, unforgivable people simply for wanting to write darker subjects!
“Let you?” Tristan laughed, his head falling back slightly, allowing Peter to get better access to the sensitive skin there. “I beg you.” His hand ran down the man’s arm before nails began to dig into flesh. “I’m sure I can, if you’re as good as I think you are.” He stepped closer to leave no space between them, craving the contact. “Please, let’s go upstairs an’ finish this there.”
Some small part of Peter knew it was probably a bad idea to sleep with an employee, but he and Tristan had been dancing around each other for months and he was honestly tired of the game. HE gave a harder bite at the exposed neck, a low growling moan escaping him as the younger pressed closer to him. He reached around to slide his fingers just under the hem of the jeans before pulling away. “Then let’s go. There’s a bed with your name on it if you hurry up.” he promised, starting for the stairs that led to his apartment.
Frigga: “You and your father cast large shadows. I’d hoped by sharing my gifts with Loki that he could find some sun for himself.“
I just noticed that Loki is the only one who actually looks around when Odin asks if they can hear Frigga and I can’t put into coherent words at the moment why that hurts me but it hurts me
Because Loki listened. Just for a second… he hoped.
That’s exactly what I need after waking up, my heart being broken, thank you.
Loki hugging his mother… My heart is sweating ❤❤❤❤
Steve leaned against Bucky in return and nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he said softly. “We just need one another. Home’s not a place… its you and me together.” He turned to kiss the top of Bucky’s head just as there was a knock at the door. “Food’s here.” He got up from the bed and walked over to the door to retrieve their food, closing and locking the door behind him once he’d done so.
“Always together.” Bucky whispered as he let Steve get up, relaxing into the softness of the bed before leaning forward to get a slice of pizza. “I haven’t had pizza in years.” he grinned, taking a bite and humming appreciatively. Patting the bed beside him, he tried to get Steve to sit next to him again. “Come on, let’s eat so I can hold you all night.”
“I told you last night, I’m trying new things.” McKenzie smiled, wrapping an arm around him.
“New things, huh?” the god asked. “And that includes staying the night wit your fuck buddy?” he asked, amused as he sat up and pulled her in for a hard kiss.
So I reblogged a gifset of Hoechlin and all was well until the little suggested posts thing showed up….
Apparently tumblr thinks I Want to reblog dick pics for funzies?
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