#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

[swan2swan]

Making a little gifset about grief here.

No reason. Nothing coming up this week whatsoever. Don't worry about it.

[springtrappd]

going back and obliterating myself for turning off my ao3 history back in 2020. Girl your paranoia has caused problems for me three years later!! you bitch!!

[le-velo-pour-dru]

I intended for today to be my self-care day but I'm feeling Insane (/neg) about the relationship I have with someone and I want to stop :'3

[camerobn]

good morning chat i am not in my own home and theres an alarm going off that i cannot find

[swagstar]

youre telling me. the site is called thisisnotawebsitedotcom . dot com. are you for fucking real

[jadeyharls]

ANGRY BARKING

[fagofgod]

i hate this stupid fucking country why must it be like this i am going to kick my table out of my house window and let it drop on my head

[pushingboi]

I take a deep breath as a contraction rolls through my body. Creeping upwards from my dilating cervix to the top of my belly is a pain that feels like it radiates through my whole body. I focus everything on breathing through it as you gently massage my sides, slowly rubbing your hands over my side, my belly and my back. You can feel the pressure hardening my overfull womb, every muscle contracting over my distended belly. I sway my hips, feeling the worst parts of the pressure alleviate as I move. "Fuck," I mouth.

You trace your hands over the front of my belly, so big you can hardly wrap your arms around the widest part. The fine, dark hair trailing a path from my pubes to my chest is stretched thin over the bump.

Inside, the baby fidgets, cramped, impatient and overdue. It kicks, not a gentle fluttering, but a frustrated squirming, beating the top of my uterus with its heels. "I know, baby. I know." I sigh, meeting the kicks with firm pressure from my fingers, hoping it can feel me. "It's squeezing me too."

I lean into your warmth, smiling, and inspect my beautiful voluptuous belly with pride, feeling as one with the flourishing life growing inside my womb. Despite the ache I'm filled with so much bliss and love and life, embracing the feeling of fullness for the last time as our baby is about to be born.

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I breathe through contraction after contraction, persevering through the labour. Slowly the intensity increases, the pain increases, and I become more and more frantic and feral as instinct consumes sense.

The pain is constant now. There's no rest or relief from the end of a contraction, just a cycle of agony. Hot, productive agony, or slow, exhaustive agony. I kneel on the ground, rocking back and forth.

"It hurts.. it hurts.. it's tearing me open.." i sob. I reach between my legs and slip my fingers inside, hoping to feel a head there, but it feels so far up still as I feel through the folds of my pussy.

I try to re-center and breathe, breathe through the contraction, but the focus fades and is replaced with desperation. "I want to push.. I have.. I have to puushh!"

I lean into the pressure as I make my maiden effort. I groan through it. I push again, and push, every effort offering the tiniest morsel of relief.

I catch my breath, and push again. I gasp, and push. and push..

I feel progress - I feel the head descend with every push, and with every inch closer to my pelvis I feel it intensify. The pain radiates from my back through my hips, wreathing my pelvis in an aching pressure almost like a growing orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaaarghhhh!" I roar in frustration as I push. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! AAAAH!"

The head fills the bowl of my pelvis, crushing my birth canal as it stretches around the width. Suddenly, the waters gush free from my womb, and I'm overwhelmed by animal instinct.

There is no reaching me now, all I can do is scream as I fall back, gripping my taut belly and bearing down. Fluid and viscera drip down through the lips. "My pussy!" I cry. "It's.. It's in my pussy!" My labia begin to part in a teardrop around the head. As I stop and catch my breath it retreats again. Only time to catch my breath before I arch my back and heave, sprawling my legs open and screaming through the struggle.

For such a potent display of effort I make remarkably slow progress, but progress still. It begins to appear again, my woolly pussy bulging around the mass.

I toil and push, legs spread and pussy bared to the sky, as if pushing into the widest, most open space I can would somehow be easier to push out into.

The excruciating contraction rips through and crushes my belly like hands trying to pop a balloon by squeezing it. I thrash against the pain, bucking my hips rhythmically with each push as bit by bit the bulge splits open around the slick dark hairy mass. "FUUUUUCK!" My only hope at breathing is to scream. "AIIIIIIIYYYAAAAAAAAAAAUUGH!"

Sweat rolls down my skin, stinging my eyes and wetting down my hairy skin to a greasy sheen.

My face flushed red and belly gnarled and rolling, the scathing pressure continues to propel the baby downwards through my hips, the head slowly stretching me open, from a broad almond-shaped slit, ploddingly opening into a wide, round split.

The baby buffets my inside with amazing strength to its kicks, a strangely comforting motion of solidarity. The urge to push ceases momentarily as one contraction ends, and I lay sprawled, panting heavily.

I feel with my fingers over the unfolding arrival between my legs, and ever so briefly, smile and choke out a laugh between loud breaths. "There's our big baby.. being born..!"

Freed momentarily from the imprisoning intensity, I revel in the feeling of the baby filling my birth canal, my pelvis skewered around my child, grinding every pressure point within me. The slow grisly stretch of my pussy fills me with another kind of intensity, a kind of genuine, irreplaceable sensual ecstasy tingling through my abdomen.

The moment doesn't last long as I feel the next contraction, trying to steel myself but it hits as a tidal wave bludgeoning my senses.

"Aaaaurggh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I moan. It doesn't get better, only stronger and stronger. My body tenses and trembles, my face scrunching as my body pushes. Whether I want to or not, I'm pushing. The head gradually quakes outward through my aching cunt.

I open wider and wider around the head with every push, bucking my hips and baying like a hound. I make short reckless pushes, no room left in my delirium for careful technique. All I have is the overwhelming urgency to do whatever it takes to birth this baby. As the head ploughs further through my strained opening it becomes abundantly obvious that this baby is absolutely huge.

Every time it seems the head is crowning it opens me even more miraculously, until the unfurling lips of my vagina are deformed over capacity, almost pressing against the inside of my outstretched thighs. I'm left screaming in violent rapture.

Finally the head begins to crown in earnest. "The baby! Is coo-minggg- ouuuuuuut!"

I throw my head back, glassy-eyed, and heave through the contraction. The wide head eases out, face upwards combing my engorged and tortured clitoris. I buck my hips once and the head is born with a gush of fluid, a head so wide and oblong its fat bruisy cheeks appear almost wider than the span between my legs.

The contraction ends just then and feel a brief respite again, and try to regain my strength. As my breath heaves the baby squirms within, fortunately helping turn itself to wards my left thigh in the process.

There's a short peaceful moment of near-stillness, pierced only by the beating of my heart ringing through my head, the rise and fall of my chest.

The urge returns slowly at first, and I brace and push. My pussy bulges out again, the head hanging free, but returns to position as the push ends. I push again, persevering. It's agonizingly slow, and I fear the shoulder may be stuck, but I have no choice but to keep pushing until it comes out. For several excruciating minutes and two contractions i push frantically through the seething hot pain. My strength fades but my determination and adrenaline carries me through.

I steel myself for a final effort to birth the baby. I take a deep breath, hands on my still-pregnant belly, and curl inwards as I begin to push once more.

I bellow out long and loud, an ear-splitting expression of every ounce of pressure through my body. My mind, my body, my world, everything to me becomes that one push. push. Push. Push. Push. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH. PUSH! PUSH!!

It works; bit by bit the pressure works downwards, my whole groin bulging out with the pressure and suddenly the wide top shoulder shears forth beneath my clit, followed by the other shoulder, unfurling with it an awkwardly- folded arm which reaches out from my opening reflexively.

"AAAAAAGH- COME OUT!"

I give birth to the baby at last as it erupts free past the hips. I grip at my belly, feeling the contents of my womb spilling out onto the floor with an immensely pressurized gush of fluid.

I moan with the rush of relief and fall back, recuperating momentarily after the ordeal. From between my legs I hear a quiet gurgling and a gasp, and dart upwards to check on the baby.

At first I just stare - there's a baby. I just pushed it out of me. That's my baby!

I marvel at the sight - it's a girl! She's huge, probably 12lbs! I can't believe I was able to birth her at all with my small frame. As she begins to cry I ever so gently pick her up and take her to my breast.

[bye-shou]

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[r3g-p14y3r]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside :]💕💐💛💛

Apologies for answering so late but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH grabbing you like this timezone buddy

[incorrectshantaequotes]

[Harmony and Plink are sitting on a couch, being held at gunpoint by Ammo Baron in a recliner]

Ammo Baron: ...So there I was, freshly recruited into the king's army. I didn't have two gems to rub together, but I had BIG DREAMS-!

Harmony: I'm sorry to interrupt, but wouldn't you be more comfortable...reclined?

Ammo Baron:

Ammo Baron: OH! I just thought this was a regular chair! I didn't realize it was a-

[As soon as Ammo Baron pulls the lever it flips him up-]

Ammo Baron: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

[-and into a wall. Harmony grabs the gun and hand it to Plink without looking]

Harmony: Hold this, please.

[le-velo-pour-dru]

I'm feeling Crazy it's all so rough </3

Thought too hard about the bad and frustrating parts of my social life ugh :(

[xviistrings]

persona 4 will have you auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh hhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh rrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa grrrrrrrghrg

[melandollic]

HEY LOSERS guess whos back from twitter hell

FUCK ELON MUSK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

[dan2078]

No "Waah Waah" today, today we "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"

I have to deliver some extra important homework today, I've been dragging it around for a month, and my """"""partner""""" didn't do a single thing until yesterday. When he did I thought: Oh! He's doing something! Is not so much, but I can make it seem like it holds more weight... I'll ask him his sources! ... His sources were MY SOURCES, AND HIS WORK WASN'T EVEN HIS WORK! IT WAS A SHAMELESS COPY-PASTE OF DIFFERENT PARAGRAPHS. IF I DON'T DIE TODAY, HE WILL DIE. By my hands, of course. We will have a "Waah waah" tomorrow when my teacher shames ""our work"" so hard that the first person to ever write something will feel ashamed of us.

[tequitoclown]

Oh boy a 5AM panic attack? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH