Older Men R Superior

I've had this sketch for several months now..

if i don't get used like a fleshlight as soon as possible I'm gonna go rabid and start biting people

This me 🙋🏼‍♀️

do we fw femmes who are major dorks?? femmes who cant see without their glasses?? femmes who are straight A students?? femmes who have no spatial awareness and are constantly bumping into everything around them?? femmes who spend all their free time thinking about and researching their latest special interests?? femmes who will go on and on without taking a break about anything and everything that's been on their mind, not realizing that they've been talking for hours?? femmes who can hardly imagine anyone actually falling for them because of the way that they typically annoy everyone with their yapping?? femmes who just want to have their brain shut off for once?? do we fw dork femmes?????

This blog is pro tits and anti Nazi

It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Just got dumped how's yalls day going?

I don’t know if your doing requests but if you are could u do some fluff for Zeke from divergent there’s nothing for him

Zip line of Love

ZEKE X NONBINARY READER

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*A/N: You didn't ask for a specific gender so I just did neutral to be safe :)*

"Zeke, come on man, it's a tradition!"

Zeke was going to strangle his little brother one day. Uriah had been begging Zeke all day to help the initiates with the zip line that night.

"And I told you I'd do it! Just not today." Zeke says, annoyed that his lunch break was being taken up by his brother's nagging.

"All you do it work and go out with Four! What could you pos-" Uriah pauses for a moment, inspecting his older brother. "You're going out with Y/N again aren't you?" He asks, crossing his arms.

Zeke nearly spits water all over Four who was sat across from him.

"I am not!" He says, clearing his throat.

Uriah rolls his eyes. He knew his brother like the back of his hand. Zeke liked to 'keep his options open' but who did he always seem to go back to at the end of the day? Y/N.

"So if I go talk to th-"

"Fine I'll do the zip line tonight!" Zeke says, running a hand down his face.

"Thanks Zeke!" Uriah says, going off with his friends.

"I told you to be more careful." Four says, Zeke rolling his eyes as he stood up.

"Yeah yeah I know."

•~•~•~•

Zeke watched as Y/N fought with Peter, kicking the initiate out of the ring.

"Maybe spend less time talking about kicking my ass and spend more time actually doing it. It's a lot more effective." They say, wrapping their hand with a bandage while the younger male sulks.

Eric moves on with the next transfer, Y/N making their way over to Zeke.

"Hey. You enjoy the show?" They ask, their tone a bit cock as they stop infront of him.

"Seemed like a pretty unfair fight." He says, chuckling softly.

They shrug. "I guess you're right. So, do you need something? You never come to watch the transfers." They ask, leaning against the wall next to him.

Zeke turns to face them, sighing heavily. "Yeah... I'm gonna need to take a.. raincheck for tonight." He says, his voice dropping so no one could hear him except for Y/N.

Their face drops slightly. "You got a.. date or something?" They ask quietly, crossing their arms.

"No! God no nothing like that." He says a little too loud. "Uriah wants me to do the zip line tonight." He tells them, Y/N visible relaxing.

"Well what if I just did it with you?" They suggest to him.

"Really? You wanna deal with them for who knows how long?" He asks, looking rather amused.

"Better than sitting in my apartment alone."

•~•~•

"I still can't believe I have to do this tonight." Zeke complains, helping Y/N hook the straps around the harness.

"He would have kept bothering you until you did it." They point out, holding onto his arm to keep from sliding down the line.

"I'll make it up to you." He says, standing up straight and connecting the hook around the line.

They sit back, testing the harness and making sure it holds. "Seems good. Now get me out of this thing." They say, feeling Zeke push on their back.

"Oh no. We have to test the whole thing." He says, a smirk across his face.

"No! Zeke don't you dare!" They say, holding onto his shoulder as they laugh softly. "I'm not doing that!"

"Oh come on Y/N it's fun." He says, trying to push them off down the line.

The two go back and forth, Y/N protesting against going down and Zeke insisting, laughter filling the air. They wrap their arms around his neck, shaking their head.

"HAH! I win now get me out." They say, a smile across their face.

Zeke grins at them, a hand on their waist. "Ok ok fine you can get down." He says but there's a long pause afterwards.

The two look at each other, standing mere inches apart.

"Zeke?" Y/N starts, their face appearing a bit flushed. "Are you gonna-" Their eyes widen as Zeke presses his lips against theirs.

Their eyes fluttered close as they kiss him, their hands sliding down to his neck. It lasts for a few moments before they feel him push them back, a shit eating grin on his face as they're propelling down the zip line.

"ZEKE YOU ASS!!"

*A/N: I know it's shit plz don't judge 😭*

Logan Howlett 😭

Ohhh [fictional character with worse mental health than me] save meeeee from this cruel world.

Yalllll I need to roleplay I'm dyingggg!! If you're interested in doing an OC×OC rp plzzz hit me up!

Hateful cuddling

MAX MAYFIELD X FEMALE READER

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Maxine Mayfield was an.. interesting character. Definitely not one that I liked but definitely one that interested the boys, especially my brother.

"Dustin! You see your monster dog yet?!" I shout up at him. "I'm freezing my ass off down here!"

"Oh look there's dot- OF COURSE NOT!!" He shouts back.

"DONT GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE!!" I yell, huffing as I pull the thin sheet tighter around my arms.

"Do you two ever stop bickering?" Max asks, rolling her eyes.

"Oh shut up." I mumble, pulling my knees to my chest, shivering in the corner of the run down RV.

A looming silent fills the air. Maybe it was from the thought of getting ripped to shreds but Dustin's demodog. Maybe it was the awkwardness radiating from Lucas as he watches the two girls bicker back and forth.

"Steveee? Helpppp." Lucas whispers up the ladder.

"Huh? What?" Steve questions, taking the first few steps down the ladder to see the two. "Oh my God- if you two can't get along one of you is coming up here." He says, looking at the two wide eyed.

At the same time, the girls flip Steve off.

"I hate teenage girls." He mumbles, climbing back up the ladder, followed by Lucas.

I roll my eyes, resting my chin on top of my knees. The bickering stops and Max sits there quietly, shuffling a deck of card.

"Are you cold?" She asks abruptly.

I look over at her suspiciously. "No." I lie.

She rolls her eyes. "I can see you shivering from over here." She pauses for a moment. "You can have the *end* of this blanket." She offers, gesturing to the heavy blanket covering her form.

I'm tempted to decline out of shear spite but the wind erges me to accept it reluctantly. I sit under the edge of the blanket, pulling it around my form. I was still freezing but not nearly as much. We don't look at eachother, trying not to make it feel anymore awkward than it was.

"God if I knew you'd take it all I wouldn't have offered." Max mumbles, pulling on the fabric.

"Sorry sorry." I mumble, moving closer to her. My shoulder presses against hers. I'm tempted to move but when she doesn't shy away, I settle in.

"Thank you for sharing." I mumble, crossing my arms as I look away from her.

"Whatever." She responds, her gaze focused on her cards.

Once again, awkward. That's all it ever was between us. After the bickering and the fighting died off. It was the awkward, soul piercing silence. I glance over at the watched latched onto her wrist. 11:47 pm. A yawn involuntarily leaves my throat, the palm of my hand rubbing against my eyes. I adjust myself, my head laying back against the wall. A small snooze couldn't hurt that much. My body relaxes and my head lols to the side, landing on the red head's shoulder. She tenses and I can feel her gaze boring into the top of my head. She attempts to shrug me off before sighing softly. A gentle hand comes up and places itself on my shoulder.

"I still hate you."