#*eyeroll emoji*

[comicaurora]

God, I'd hate to be the kind of person who sees a guy being super nice and friendly and immediately goes "oh, he must be a piece of shit because no one is actually nice and friendly so he must be hiding something terrible, I should harass him". Like that's just a sad way to look at the world and other people

"hm I wonder why my snap reaction to this GNC man is to find him gross. probably only good reasons for that. I love not having anything wrong with me"

[iheartmagicians]

i am sick and dying . 😄 .

[halfmoth-halfman]

if tumblr could work for just one day that would be great thanks

[senso1954]

croupier 1998

[palewolfcheesecake-blog]

watch me fight god with my bare hands istfuckinggod

[hyukalyptus]

not this again girl

[yuureimajo]

lolll ... genuinely considering unfollowing someone i've been following for years now for reblogging that one stupid-ass post that's like "my problem with america is there's nothing old there~ i need to be near a castle or my aura will be damaged~" like girl ... i already knew you were pretentious as hell but you're not seriously reblogging that in agreement, are you? (she was.)

[meiishu]

so sick of being everyone’s last choice in my life, man. this is why i should stick to fanfic. 

[endless-shelter]

Breaking my tumblr hiatus temporarily because I think it's important to say (/lh) as great as Elias in the orange prison jumpsuit is, such a thing is not international, and actually British prisoners are generally in a blue T shirt, grey sweater and sweatpants.

Now this isn't all that bad right, (and after two weeks with good behaviour they can start to get their regular clothes back) but you see, Elias if I recall (?) would be deemed as a dangerous criminal and is in somewhere around maximum security (possibly with an escape risk), and do you know what those guys HAVE to wear?

Although that mfer gets special treatment in the prisons he'd still be someone people need to be cautious and aware of, and idk it'd be funny to see him forced to wear it so this is my propaganda to you. Put Elias Bouchard in the UK dangerous criminal boilersuit.

[mismess]

He's just a boy

[sovereignjojoz]

Bucci gang + embarrassing nicknames (milestone special!)

Warnings: bizarre activities, one mildly suggestive pun in Abbacchio’s, cringe names, google translate.

Pairings: Bruno x reader, Abbacchio x reader, Mista x reader, Fugo x reader, Bonus giorno x reader, Bonus Narancia x reader.

Summary: some embarrassing nicknames.

Notes-sup. It’s been a while. Narancia’s is the best imo. Happy holidays just in case I take too long with my next post!

Bruno Bucciarati

“Brubooboo!” You called out, peaking your head into the meeting room next door.

Bruno turned to look at you, evidently embarrassed at the use of your unique nickname, a faint pink hue present on his sun-kissed cheeks.

You shook your head amused at his reaction, he seemed to hate the nickname yet he never expressed his displeasure; ever the gentleman sitting there bearing the brunt of your teasing.

“Amore mio,” he smiled, regaining his composure.

You leant forward, resting your elbows on his desk whilst putting your face on the psalm of your hands. “Sup baby?” You asked, the corners of your lips turning upward.

He hummed in response, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What brings you here cara?”

You walked around the desk so you stood beside him, “I was in the area,” you explained, “I thought you’d be done and we could walk home together but clearly my brubear seems stressed.”

You pinched his cheeks, gently pecking each side.

He scoffed, exhaling, “renounce those awful nicknames.”

You pulled his head back so it was facing upwards to look you, “that would mean we’d have to break up.” You teasingly frowned.

“pensi di essere così divertente (you think you’re so funny)?” He muttered, letting out a sigh.

“I’d like to believe so.” You told him “but more importantly do you want me to bring you some dinner, it seems like you’ll be a while, I can just-”

He silenced your rambling by lifting your, interlacing your fingers with his before standing to his full height.

“It’s alright, I’m done for now at least. Torniamo a casa. (Let’s head home).” He stood up, pulling you to the exit by your hand.

You squeezed his hand, drawing closer to him.

“Shall I take out your braids and massage your head when we get home?” You mused, massaging his knuckle with your thumb.

“Sounds perfect.”

Leone Abbacchio

“Bababacchio” you sang imitating the tune of ba ba black sheep as you burst into his bedroom.

Abbacchio closed his eyes, exhaling frustratedly. Recently you’d found calling him the most ridiculously horrific names hilarious and had taken it upon yourself to purposefully make the next one worst than the last.

“What [name].” He asked monotoned, already unimpressed with you although you hadn’t even said anything.

“Chill Habba bubba,” you raised your hands up in mock surrender, “I’m only here to sleep,” you told him crawling onto the bed beside him, “preferably next to you.”

He stood up, bunching his long silver hair up so he could tie it into a ponytail for bed, a hair tie in his mouth as he falsely contemplated what you were saying.

“If you stop with those disgusting pet names fine but say one more and i'm kicking you out.” He warned, as his nimble fingers pulled his hair through the band.

You winked at him, “Fine with me toots.” You told him spreading out on his bed, patting the empty space beside you; inviting him to lay there.

He clicked his tongue at your remark but decided not to act irrationally, using the small bit of patience he had to give you a chance.

You hummed, shifting to move more towards Abbacchio’s side of the bed as he got undressed for bed.

Abbacchio’s chiselled physique just so happened to enter your view frame, a physique which you just so happened to be rather fond of.

You could hardly be blamed for propping your face in the psalm of your hands so you could further enunciate your voice.

“Dangggg! Leone! More like le-own-me!” You teased suggestively raising your eyebrows.

In all your time knowing Leone, you’d never seen his features contort into disgust quicker, you honestly felt rather hurt, that pun had at least been painfully amusing, at the very least!

“fuori. (Out).”

“Wait I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You apologied breathless, unsuccessfully trying to stifle your laughter behind your hand.

“Hold up! stop, let go of my ankle!” You complained as he lifted you out of his bed, dropping you on the floor.

“Leone I’m sorry, let me back in please!”

Guido Mista

“Mimi, it’s so cold!” You whined, staying as close to him as humanly possible, “and your shirt is too cropped for me to put my hands under.”

“Number one, that’s on you and secondly quit it with that name! You’re gonna ruin my street cred.”

Jokingly, you scoffed, side-eyeing him, “what street cred, you wear zebra print pants?”

He lightly pushed you away, shoving his hands in his pockets as he dragged his feet into the hotel the pair of you would be staying in.

“uscire con qualcuno che hanno detto, sarà divertente hanno detto. che bugiardo. (date someone they said, it will be fun they said. what a liar.)” Mista mumbled a tad bit too loud under his breath, kissing his teeth at the end for dramatic effect.

He kicked the door open with his foot, holding it open as you leisurely walked in after him.

“Oh whatever.” You said rolling your eyes at his dramatics, “stop acting as if you don’t relish in the privileges that come with a relationship.”

He waved his hand in the air, dismissing your sentence, “Well why wouldn’t I, they are there for me to use, right?”

You turned your nose up at him, “Hmph.”

“C’mon baby,” Mista whined drawling out the “y” sound. He encased his hands around your face, kissing your cheeks. “Let’s just have fun tonight, yeah?”

“Fineee.” You took his hands off of your face and dragged him to the receptionist desk.

The tanned male winked at you in response, “yo, could I get a room for two, king sized bed please.”

Fugo Pannacotta

“Fugie pants, fungo, pannana! Could you be a dear and help me with my homework please?”

Fugo walked into the room, mortified, with a cackling Narancia trailing behind him.

“[name]! What did we say about using such vile names!” Fugo exclaimed, positioning himself at your side.

You threw your head back, sighing, “I can’t quite recall fugs.” You answered, biting your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laughter.

“[name].” The young male warned curtly, squeezing your jaw so your boisterous laughter would be lessoned.

Narancia wiped his tears of laughter, high giving you as he made his way to exit. “Man, see ya around. Too funny.” Narancia mumbled to himself, his laughter still audible as he departed the room.

“Stop it.”

“But it’s so funny, if you’d just stop reacting I’d stop-”

He pinched your soft lips with his fingers, cutting your sentence off. “no.”

Mini Bonus: Giorno

“Hey Gio.”

The blonde side-eyed you curiously.

You pointed at him with your pencil, “you know if you rearrange the letters in your name you can come up with some pretty interesting name combos.”

He raised his eyebrow, interested, “oh really?”

“Uh huh. Like giovanno, Giovanni, gio-vara, gio-cara.”

Bemusedly, he smiled. “I don’t have a c in my name.”

“I know that giogio, I was trying to be cute with a cute pun.” You groaned exasperated.

“Failure was inevitable.”

“Hey!” You pouted, playfully poking his cheek, “for someone so nice you sure are cheeky.”

Bonus: Narancia Ghirga

The whole week you had been trying, yet ultimately failing, to tease Narancia by giving him an embarrassing nickname.

But despite your best efforts nothing seemed to work, he was seemingly immune to embarrassment.

You thought back on those instances, trying to recall where you had gone wrong.

“Hey my sugar plum fairy cake gumdrop!” You greeted Narancia, kissing his nose.

“What’s up my boo boo bear honey plum nugget.” He responded back with an equal amount of fervour.

You stiffened, cringing in your place, how could he say that so easily. You decided to push through, chanting the mantra “resilience is key.” In your head.

“Nothing my bubble gum sugar cube bub.”

“Alright my sweet peach bubba lover. I love you.”

You mock retched running away, as Narancia chased after you.

Total and utter defeat.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

hey not to be That Person but why is it that y'all in the fnaf movie fandom are giving matpat's cameo a whole fandom-wide oc that you're throwing into the found family and shipping with the main white boi and meanwhile coryxkenshin's cameo gets to be a background character in a singular meme once every blue moon. i wonder why that is

[batexe]

Hi!! If it's not too much to ask can I please request some graphics of Le'garde from fear and hunger? Thank you so so much in advance

★⠀⠀le'garde ( fear and hunger ) rentry graphic & dividers !⠀⠀℘

⠀⠀𓏵⠀⠀⠀f2u w/ no credit needed⠀✧⠀requested by anon⠀✧⠀inspo from these graphics | ac : here

[archivlibrarianist]

Short version:

Bigot visits local public library, sees transgender person working there in the children's section.

Bigot proceeds to have very big feelings about the existence of a transgender person working in the library, leading them to do the following on social media, library board meetings, and public meetings: a) lie about what the library worker was wearing (funny how this self-declared Christian bunch has never heard of the 9th Commandment), b) sexualize the library worker's existence, and c) call the library worker a "groomer" (fascist-speak for "queer person who exists without my permission").

Library worker is harassed and threatened constantly, including a person who showed up at said worker's library in an attempt to provoke them into a fight.

Bigot moves to the Huntsville, Alabama region, where she starts up the same garbage.

Library worker brings defamation suit against bigot.

[blmpff]

~ cue these two dramatic jealous asses ~

[popstart]

sorry i will never not laugh at how duncan was like wow i love bossy sassy ladies then proceeded to get upset that the girl he dated was both bossy and sassy