#;;the newly freed

[hercarisntyours]

the tfone the office au is slowly turning into an "Ultra Magnus gets bullied by his charges au" and honestly, I'm not complaining

[tyforthevnm]

FrankIero: first day of tour: i just ripped my only pair of shorts getting out of the trailer and now my balls are hanging out the side. #sik 👊 [July 20, 2019 | 9:26 PM]

amandaveyart: you really do just smash that ‘send tweet’ button sometimes, huh

FrankIero: it is entirely possible my newly freed testicle swung out and smashed said button. 🤷‍♀️ [July 20, 2019 | 9:31 PM]

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[mustcollecthorses]

I've been wanting to free up some shelf space so I've decided to store most of my g5s since I don't care for them as much. All the g5s I REALLY like all got moved to the bottom shelf and I gotta say I wayyyy prefer this. having a shelf full of JUST ponies you love is so much more satisfying.

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

so for the last week I've been using my phone's screentime controls to limit myself to three hours a day on my most time-wasting apps and completely block them from 9-5 on weekends and boy howdy I sure am getting a lot more stuff done! who would have guessed!?

[themoreyoustrex]

so, this just happened to me

[blapeh]

i love you chappell roan 🤑🤑🤑

[lonewolflink]

after my thesis defense on monday

i am gonna hockey brainrot so hard

[starsspin]

im aware i probably write a softer version of qui gon. but i use the films as my base and pick and choose other bits of canon i vibe with. and yeah qui gon is kinda an asshole (affectionate) but i've seen whole essays about how he's some abusive asshole and based on the character we see in tpm that doesn't make sense to me

[charkyzombicorn]

Magic 8 ball

Who is at deesrosa for the fight

Signs point to yes

[eclipsecrowned]

also yes i ship b*ne/t*lia but not in a nolan or comics way, but in a secret third way (there is something wrong with you. there is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me. / I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else… and I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more… and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. / i don’t know what brings broken people together. maybe damage seeks out damage the way stains on a mattress halo into one another. the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.)

[checkxmaster]

Ada glared at Chad until he put his jacket away. She could be especially cold when she wanted to be, and she didn’t want any unnecessary affections from people like Chad. This mission was already going sour, and she thought it was her responsibility to save it. It was nice that, excluding Alice, no one here cared who she was as long as they were on the same side.

“I’m not going to change my mind later,” she retorted. “They’re supposed to be here with us right now, but some people don’t know how to follow orders, I guess.”

Ada didn’t feel like sharing all the details of her and Leon’s plan. Alice could fill Chad in, but he was on a need-to-know basis, at least for now. It was partially his fault that their mission had gone awry, and if it weren’t for the involvement of Becky and Chad, things might’ve turned out better. She stepped closer to the group.

“Luther and Barry were supposed to be here too. What happened?” she asked Leon. How could this have gone so horribly wrong?

Ada recalled the plan, and she peered over Chad’s shoulder to glimpse the map he pulled up. “Check the submarine pens, that’s the only other place they’d be,” she told Chad, but she looked at Alice as she said it. It was clear there was no love lost between the two women.

“So you think the kid is smart?” she asked, looking at Becky. “You’re smart. I still don’t think you’re not a clone, but this mission relies on my trust in you. What has Alice told you so far?”

{yeah, there was a long section detailing how his scarab was defective and that he wanted to be a perfect soldier to impress her xD}

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This woman seemed hell bent on being antagonistic with him, and Chad found that not only irritating, but counterproductive to making progress on getting the hell out of this goddamn facility. He didn’t respond to her cold reply to him regarding his jacket. Geezus, he was only trying to be nice. Was that a crime? He understood that he was still under suspicion, but he’d had plenty of opportunities to kill anybody here and hadn’t taken any. Didn’t that count for something?

“Yeah, they’re not… anywhere near us…” he said, starting with where he and the others were currently standing and fanning out to look at all the closest locations on the map. “They’re either late, or…” Or dead. He didn’t say that, though. This woman was pissed off at him enough. He kept looking for a while as the others chatted, but soon Ada was back, giving him commands. “Yes, ma’am,” Chad said with a slight air of offense. He’d been ordered around without any mental capacity to resist it for seven years. The last thing he wanted was to go right back into a subservient position to this person he didn’t even know. Maybe I should try to look at her files. Not now, though. Not with her looking over his shoulder.

As he brought up the surveillance for the submarine pens and switched to thermal imaging, Ada started challenging him on his assessment of the clones’ intelligence. He glanced back at Becky for a second, and back to Ada. “Yeah. I do,” he said bluntly. “Her being deaf all but proves it. Umbrella doesn’t allow clones to have defects and survive, much less be placed into simulations, unless the defect was selectively implemented for a specific purpose. Obviously they expected a lot from Becky and wanted to challenge someone with Abernathy’s and Oliveira’s DNA with a detriment that could prove fatal during a biohazard outbreak. It’s a waste of time, money, and resources for Umbrella to give an already average clone a defect that’ll make them below average. And since Becky’s a small child, I’m guessing they weren’t trying to challenge her fighting skills. That leaves her intelligence. They wanted to see how someone as smart as Becky deals with deafness during an outbreak. I’d bet anything on that.”

Then she pointed out that he was smart, and Chad sighed, dropping his arms for a moment and looking at her flatly. “And so were plenty of other naturally-born people before this whole shit fest began. That doesn’t mean a damn thing. What does mean something is… when was the last time you saw a clone with gray hair?” he asked, tugging at the hair at one of his temples where it was graying. “I’ve got scars from where a licker almost made me his lunch from seven years ago when all of this began in the Hive, if you ever require further verification. But yeah, you’re right. I am smart. I’ve also got PTSD and generalized anxiety disorder according to Umbrella medical staff. Clones don’t have the life experience it takes to develop those kinds of disorders. Trust me, the only reason they were keeping me alive is so that I could keep donating DNA,” he said cynically. “Taking blood and tissue samples is faster and cheaper than replicating entire human genomes in a laboratory. Cuts down on experimental error too, to keep returning to the source.” He’d learned a lot while he’d been inside his own mental prison.

If she was going to challenge him, he was going to shut her down. He was too damn tired for this nonsense. After seven years of forced slavery and captivity, Chad just wanted to leave this place and never look back. “You’re smart too. But you’re not a clone either. You know how I know? A clone would’ve accepted my jacket. It’s not about kindness, comfort, chivalry, feminism, or making friends for them, it’s about optimization and efficiency. Optimal body temperature improves performance and thus the overall success of their missions. Enjoy the shivering, muscle stiffness, accelerated caloric burn, and heightened fatigue that comes along with fighting while cold,” he said, pausing for a second before he added, “Any other questions or comments before I locate your friends?”

Did he have a point? Yes. Did he now feel like an absolute dick for saying all that? Also yes. After some more typing, minimizing and maximizing images, and scanning on his computer, Chad sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m… not usually an asshole. But if you’d been trapped inside your own mind for seven years and forced to do unspeakable things with no ability to stop it, and the second you were freed, everyone was in your face, maybe you’d feel a little defensive too. I… I apologize for being short with you. Can we… just focus on getting everyone out of here safely?” he offered.

Before she could respond, though, his eyes widened to see heat signatures moving on his map. He tapped, maximized, and focused the image, switching back to regular surveillance for her so she could see who they were more clearly.  “There,” he said to Ada, pointing to the moving forms on his screen. Luther and Barry were cautiously making their way through the facility. “They’re in a subway tunnel, beneath the Moscow test environment. Headed our way. There’s… only two of them. Is that all there should be or am I looking for more elsewhere?”

[pistachiopie]

aughaugahjhg looking through an old discord server of middle school friends I was too shy and insecure to talk to more and now I'm so sad because I really miss them but the server's dead and they're hardly online AUGHH!!! grabbing little me by the shoulders and shaking her THEY DID NOT SECRETLY HATE YOU!!! YOU'RE ALLOWED TO HAVE FUN AND PARTICIPATE IN THEIR GAMES AND CONVERSATIONS!!!

I spent more time wondering if I should join their thing instead of actually joining in on things!!! like noooo your time with them is so limited please let yourself have fun :(

[tojipie]

asshole toji who says he’s too big for condoms <3

“i swear it’s still in here,” you huff, leaning halfway off the bed to rummage through your nightstand for the box of rubbers you bought on a whim last month. 

warm, thick hands rub up and down your naked torso, sliding up to play with your breasts from where you sit straddling his lap. you can barely see in front of you with how strong the need in your core burns.

a quick search through another drawer blesses you with your prize, the blue box just out of view underneath a ball of old reciepts.

“here, quick,” you sigh, handing him the item before clambering off the bed to shuck the rest of your clothes off. it had been a long time since you'd hooked up with someone, embarrassing as that was. sex had been the one and only thing on your mind from the moment you’d met this man at the bar. 

the near-stranger shakes his head fondly, turning the box of rubbers over a couple times like some sort of alien artifact.

“i only wear XLs, sugar,” he laughs, tossing back the pathetic box of rubbers. the exasperation in his voice feels like a punch to the chest. like he simply can’t believe you’d ever assume he would fit into anything less than the largest size. 

you disregard the thought, attention snapping back to toji slyly palming himself against your bedframe. scar stretched wide around smiling lips.

“you gonna come over here?”

you’re humiliated at how fast you scurry back into his lap.

˚ ✧ ─────

you almost don’t believe him until he unravels the latex onto his length, seeing it fall about 3 inches short of the base. 

okay.. wow. so he was too big.

toji lazily toys with himself atop your sheets. long, hard, and flushed red from base to tip. 

he’s nearly bursting out of the thin material, stretching it so tight and so thin that the milky latex almost looks like it’s melting into his skin.

the older man shucks the rubber off with a chuckle that says “i told you so.” he pulls you closer to him by the small of your back, fist reaching down to pump his newly freed length.

“i’ll pull out, you think i won’t?” he promises, voice barely a whisper. you don’t have to take in the smirk gracing the corner of his mouth to know he’s lying.

[blapeh]

HELP

[yvnaura]

— stringless .lhs

enemies(?) w benefits!heeseung x f!reader

a/n: well here we go first lil drabble hehe

wc: 767

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"you're fucking enjoying this, aren't you?" heeseung growled, absolutely ruining you every time his cock slipped back inside your dripping cunt. your hands were pinned against the mattress above your head by one of his, leaving your body fully exposed to him. your head fell back, letting out a moan you'd been trying so hard to hold back. "you say you hate me yet you love my cock so much that you keep coming back for more,"

you despised him but you couldn't deny just how good he made you feel. it embarrassed you just how easily he could get you riled up despite how angry he made you. you hated the way you found yourself wanting him, craving his touch. what made things worse was that he knew the effect he had on you, and that he wasn't afraid to use it against you.

he was relentless, degrading words slipping out every chance he got. your walls clenched around him at his words, pushing a groan past his lips at the tight sensation. "i wonder what your friends would think if they knew just how much of a slut you are for me, just how many times you've let me fuck this pretty pussy, yeah?"

“fuck you,” you glared at him, voice weak and shaky.

“already are, sweetheart,” he chuckled, clearly amused by your futile attempt to knock him down a peg. heeseung released your wrists, head dipping down to your chest. he took a nipple between hip lips, sucking and licking at the skin. your back arched against him, pushing your chest up against his mouth. your fingers carded through his hair, gripping and tugging at the dark strands.

“and you fucking love it,” you scoffed, taking a jab at the way he’s just as shameless as you are. “mmh, calling me at two in the morning, b-begging to come over– who’s really the whore here?”

“fuck yeah i do,” he’s admitting with zero hesitation, a smirk spreading across his face. glancing down, his gaze fixated on watching the way his cock disappeared within you. he pulled his lip between his teeth, small grunts slipping out with each thrust. the bed creaked beneath you, neither noticing the way the headboard slammed against the wall. “i mean– can you blame me? pussy’s so good, fuck,”

your newly freed hands found purchase on his shoulder and forearm, nails clawing at his skin harshly. subconsciously, you moved your hips in a way that changed the angle in which he pounded into you, allowing him to nail that spongy spot inside you that left you weak. you’re gasping out in pleasure, his name leaving your lips in a cry. your body was left reeling, the steadily growing pressure in your abdomen bordering its limit.

he was panting above you, eyes squeezed shut as he was trying his damnedest to not only keep his composure but stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm. sure, he may be an asshole, but your pleasure will always come above his own.

“f-fuck, hee! m’gonna—!” you were writhing under him, your moans turning into desperate whines as your body practically begged to be thrown over the edge.

“yeah? cum for me then,” he whispered with a cocky smile despite the fact that he was just as close as you were in that moment. his hand slipped between you, thumb starting to rub harsh circles into your clit. “cum on the cock you claim to hate so much,”

that was all it took. you were crying out his name, your entire body shuddering as your orgasm washed over you. your hands gripped at him like your life depended on it, the intensity leaving you breathless.

heeseung hissed out as your walls tightened down around him, the sensation all he needed to reach his own high. with one final thrust, he tensed up with a broken, choked moan as he came, filling you to the brim with his cum.

he remained still for a moment, catching his breath before slowly pulling himself from you. he stares, watching the way the mix of yours and his releases dripped out of your abused hole and onto the sheets beneath you. your chest was still heaving, trying to catch your breath after it all.

you were immediately tired, falling asleep within minutes while heeseung proceeded to get dressed and gather his things. almost as quickly as you fell asleep, he was headed toward the door.

that’s all it was between you. blowing off steam when you needed it, and neither of you thought it any different.

then why did he hesitate and look back before walking out?

[gale--dekarios]

i love making every lyric ever about shoot mcmahon