#AAUUUUGGGHHH

[zizzy-rie]

@bogswell-kampilan planted the song in my head with them in mind and now I cannot stop replaying it

[iloveyou8600]

[tongueonsocket]

patrick looked so fucking good yesterday i am. unwell

[ethereousdelirious]

Dear god NO I'm not getting a plot bunny for the old, EXTREMELY SPECIFIC H*talia AU I made up with my best friend when we were teens I'm not I'm not

[nghthowls]

IT'S CANNIBALS IN MASKS!!! LIKE A MUZZLE ON A BAD DOG!!!!

[phlegmboymessiah]

I CAN'T STAND ANYMORE OF THOSE "MEAT COMERCIALS" THEY'RE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A PREP

[velomono]

for good luck and good weather

[apple-cores]

BABY NEW YEAR AAUUUUGGGHHH

[your-fav-is-married]

Screenie fUCKING FICOVRWRD ME AGAIN AND IM IRL HEARTBROKEN A TINY BIT BECAHSE HIS DISCORD LOCKED THEM OUT RIGHT AFTER SHE DIVORCED ME SO WE'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO REMARRY ON DISCORD AGAIN AAUUUUGGGHHH so I'm recruiting you can you pwease remarry me and @scn-thedog 👉👈🥺

is they consent?

[hollowsart]

tried to look it up again, but aauuuuggghhh I want that stupid Guy Gardner funko pop by itself!!! I don't want the three pack that he comes in!!!

why isn't anyone selling it by itself!!!???

:( kilowog is creepy and I do not like the squirrel.. :(

[xenosagaepisodeone]

gou tanabe produces some of the most visually evocative lovecraft adaptations to exist in recent history, which makes it rather unfortunate that he doesn't stray from transcribing lovecraft's depictions of race within his own works. none of his racialized characters in the call of cthulhu manga look like caricatures or are overly lurid in the behavior they illustrate, but the context in which they are intended to be portrayed (most of the cult of cthulhu followers being explicitly mixed race people, the whole "us good englishboys were attacked by savage tribesmen" in the penultimate story arc) remains intact. it's not so much that i expect a 1:1 lovecraft adaptation to skimp on these details as much as it's presence is just disappointing since the atmosphere here is just unparalleled

why do you have to look so good when i can't recommend you to anyone without disclaimer this is the first time i've seen anyone do euclidian geometry correctly in comic format as well aauuuuggghhh

[thatshitkrejci]

saw a band for the first time this evening that is insane live. like, aauuuuggghhh how do we get every band a beautifully mastered live recording of their average setlist for me to listen to

[emi1y]

having theeeeee most hellish impossible time trying to make qbittorrent work again ever since i updated to windows 11 none of my torrents will start aauuuuggghhh

[nightshade-and-frogs-breath]

OH MY GOD I JUST WATCHED STATION THEATRE RIDE THE CYCLONE OMFG ITS SO GOOD?? I'm generally crying over it rn and I don't know how I've literally seen this show at least 30 times

I think that was the best performance of tbojd I've ever seen ever omg I love marionette jane

ALSO SPACEDOLLS IN THIS VERSION I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

in conclusion: AAUUUUGGGHHH

YES YES THANK YOU SUMMER <3333

(also yes spacedolls is adorable :) )

[nardacci-does-art]

tungle keeps choosing this blog to reblog posts to instead of my reblog blog & I don't realize it & I have to delete the reblogs because this is an art-only & it's annoyyiiiinnnggg aauuuuggghhh I feel like an unga bunga caveman grandma who can't internet why did they make it like thiiiis

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Aauuuuggghhh 🥹😍

You build up the angst so well I was convinced she was just gonna bolt and he was going to have to deal 😭

I loved their backstory, so, so GOOD. Thank you for sharing!

Fallin' with me

Pairing: Frank Castle x GN!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating:E 🔞

Warnings: heavy dose of angst

For @lucy-sky 's ask. Thanks again, Lucy. I mixed a bit of smut and a lot of angst for you 🧡🧡🧡.

Send me a character or ship + a title

With one hand loosely curled under your jaw, while the other one was pushing one of your thighs up towards your chest, Frank drove into you over and over again. Moans and cries of pleasure escaped your lips with each of his thrusts, your walls fluttering around his cock and begging him back inside each time he pulled back. The sight of you and the sounds you made had pleasure shooting down Frank's spine just as much as the grip your body had on him. Your fingers ran up his arms and to his shoulders, the fingertips pushing into the skin, as your cries changed in intensity. You'd done this often enough by now that Frank knew all your body's tells. You were getting close, and Frank wanted to see every emotion running through your expressive eyes.

“Look at me, Sweetheart,” he half commanded, half begged, as he lowered his upper body over yours and pushed your chin up.

Your eyes opened, although only by half, as you fought the onslaught of intense pleasure that kept you from focusing on him immediately.

“Frank,” you breathed brokenly as soon as your gaze fixed on his, and started coming apart under him.

Frank grunted and gasped as you spasmed around his cock. It took his whole concentration to not let go of the hold he had on his release and instead, put it all on watching yours. Only after you started coming down did he allow himself to kiss you ravenously and come inside you with a loud groan, loving the feel of your hands as your fingers stole into his hair to kiss him back with just as much intensity.

He slumped on top of you, but still managed to keep most of his body weight off of you as the kiss went on, the exchange slowing until Frank kissed along your jaw and nuzzled under it. Fingers trailed absently over his back, one hand moving up to his head and playing with the hair, the act having him hum pleasantly. Your hands suddenly came to a halt, and Frank rose onto his elbows as you began squirming underneath him.

“You alright?” Frank asked with a frown and rolled off you since you kept moving around until he did so.

“Yeah, of course. I just have an early shift tomorrow,” you replied with a smile that Frank noticed didn't fully reach your eyes.

Frank only nodded as he watched you head into the small bathroom of his apartment to clean up. He sighed to himself when he heard the shower turn on. It looked like he hadn't been wrong in the end. Everything had been okay between you just a few weeks ago, but then you'd started pulling away from him. It hadn't been obvious from the start, since you weren't actually together. It had happened gradually, and Frank couldn't explain to himself why. He'd tried asking you several times if things were alright, at your job or otherwise, and you'd always replied in the affirmative. As much as he wanted to know what was going on, he also didn't want to push. You were… Frank didn't really know what the two of you were to each other. He'd met you through Matt Murdock, of all people, after they'd worked on a case together and Matt sought the help of a coroner. Which had been you.

Weeks later, you'd been the one to look for Frank. In your line of work, you knew, saw, the horrible things that could be done to a person. You'd come to him one night, full of rage and despair, on the behalf of yet another victim whose murderer would walk free. You hadn't stayed to listen to his answer; only given him a file with an address, and whispered just one word before leaving.

“Please.”

In the little time you'd stood before him, Frank had still been able to see how scared and ashamed you'd been of what you were asking of him. It had been this reaction more than anything that had him opening the file and doing his research before taking his shot.

The evening after he'd taken care of the target, you'd appeared on his doorstep again. He had barely had the time to fully open the door before you'd pressed into his body and sobbed uncontrollably. His arms had instantly wrapped around you and pulled you into the apartment, where he'd held you on the couch until you'd calmed down. With embarrassment all over your face, you'd pulled away from him with an apology and started to rise, only for Frank to hold you still by gently grabby your wrist. That night, you and Frank had come to an agreement to help each other out. You never talked about any of it, however. Being it you giving him a new name or him coming to you for information, you never talked about what would happen once either of you left.

Things had changed again after months of this going on. You'd slowly begun spending more time together before exchanging information, and Frank had even agreed a few times to stay over for dinner. The conversation had flown easily enough, but you'd taken extra care in avoiding the topic that had you sort of working together in the first place. No matter how many times you had sought his help or he yours, he'd been able to tell that it was far from easy on you. As he'd been leaving one evening after dinner, you'd surprised him by kissing him. You'd stared at him with wide eyes a second later, but Frank hadn't let you get out the apology you'd probably been about to say, and leaned in to kiss you into silence.

Rolling onto his back on the bed after putting on a pair of sweatpants, Frank stared at the ceiling with a huff and rubbed over his face. This was getting out of hand. You might not be in a relationship, and Frank had never intended this thing between you to become more than just something of a friend with benefits or even fuck body thing. Yet, Frank couldn't deny that the feelings he had for you weren't as simple as that. You might not talk about the things that Frank did when it came to your agreement, but you still knew things about him that only few people like Curtis, Matt, or Karen did. So having you pull away from him only had him realize how much his feelings for you had changed.

Frank's gaze returned to the bathroom as you came out of it, dressed again and pulling at the collar of your shirt. His jaw ticked as he saw you glance at him briefly before averting your eyes again and looking toward the bedroom door and then down.

“Uh… listen, Frank… I – I think we should – should stop. Stop this… I-” you stammered without looking at him.

Frank blinked a few times before his jaw hardened. He knew that you weren't talking about your arrangement, but about the physical aspect of your relationship. He felt like he should have seen it coming, considering your behavior towards him. It still didn't make any sense to him. If you didn't want him like that anymore, he would accept it, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something off. You'd been upfront with everything from the start, meaning that your elusiveness was wholly unexpected. That's why he said the next word instead of simply agreeing.

“Why?”

Clearly, you had expected him to go with it like he would have any other time because your eyes widened briefly, and you suddenly stilled in your act of putting your shoes back on. You licked your lips and looked away from him before answering.

“I just think it's better that way,” you said softly and finished with your shoes.

Frank got off the bed and joined you, noticing the way your back went rigid at his approach. He frowned.

“Did I-”

“You didn't do anything wrong, Frank,” you talked over him, shooting him a small, but sincere smile before turning around and starting to leave.

A small, sincere and sad smile.

Something inside Frank loosened when he finally saw what was going on. He smiled and ducked his head with a small shake.

“Why?” he repeated, his voice low and soothing. He was relieved to see you stop in the doorway and walked up to you, coming to a halt a few inches away from your back. “Why?”

Your head fell forward, and Frank saw your body shaking with some unshed emotion.

“Frank,” you pleaded, your despair wrenching at his soul like that first night you'd come to him.

This time, however, you didn't leave before hearing his reply. Frank moved up behind you to wrap his arms around you and press his forehead to your shoulder. He was as scared as you about what was happening between you two.

“It's okay, Sweetheart… 'cause you're fallin' with me.”

His feelings for you were clear, but he couldn't say the actual words out loud yet. Just as much as he knew that you weren't ready to say them either. The feeling still too raw and new to be formed into words.

You heard him loud and clear, nonetheless, since you collapsed against him with a choked out sob. Turning you around to face him, Frank pulled you tight against him and closed his eyes as you hugged him fast.

It would be alright, as long as you were falling together.